(Voice): You all set to get started?
(Heinrich): In a second…
He draws the velcro strap on his left mitt tight, grabs hold of the right one, and turns around, as he slides it over his fingers.
Panning around, the camera follows him walk towards the ring, and the man standing inside it; Mark Spencer.
Drawing the strap tight on the right mitt, and reaching up to the ropes to haul himself up, Heinrich’s head turns as he takes in the interior of the gym from his vantage point as he hops up onto the mat; impressed at what he sees.
(Heinrich): You’ve really spruced up the décor since I was last here Mark!
(Mark Spencer): Thanks. New group came in a couple months back, felt as good a time as any to redo the place up.
Hopping through the ropes, Heinrich makes for the centre of the ring.
(Mark Spencer): Hope the guest room was up to scratch. Been a long time since we did that up.
(Heinrich): Oh it was just perfect Mark. I’m a man of simple tastes. A bed that I can lie on fully stretched out and I’m golden, never mind the rest.
(Mark Spencer): Well, remember, it’s yours until you think its safe to head back to New York. Although Diane and I are thinking you’d be best just to stay with us until it’s time to head down to Minnesota.
(Heinrich): Danke Mark. I wouldn’t want to impose at all!
Mark scoffs, and brushes it off with a waved hand, the pad on covering it making the gesture fairly absurd to look at.
(Mark Spencer): Don’t be stupid man. We’ve got both kids the quietest they’ve been in months since ‘uncle Heinrich’ got here. *Smiles* Trust me bro, you’re not imposing yourself in the least.
He holds up both pads at chest height, ready for the drills to begin.
(Mark Spencer): At least at home… in the ring, it’s another matter… so come on man, lemme see what you’ve got.
Smiling enthusiastically, Heinrich sets to work, drilling one-twos at the pads for several minutes, alternating stances and postures, moving across the mat in conjunction with Mark.
(Mark Spencer): So… how’s… your brother… doing anyway?
Relenting in his attack, Heinrich lets up to allow himself time to string a sentence together.
(Heinrich): Good actually, him and Vanessa made it to Italy without a hitch.
He fires another one-two at the pads.
(Mark Spencer): Good speed!
Clapping his pads together, he adjusts his own stance.
(Mark Spencer): Where is it again that he’s taking her?
(Heinrich): A little island called Capri; off the coast near Naples…
(Mark Spencer): Oh yeah… hope you double checked that he packed what he needed to pack.
A knowing look flashes between the two of them, as Heinrich chuckles with laughter.
(Heinrich): Oh I made sure all right. Couldn’t help myself but do it when Vanessa was in the same room. The look on his face was a picture…
Marks own laughter is cut short as Heinrich fires a rapid combo into the pads.
(Mark Spencer): … I can well imagine.
Dropping the pads to his side, he walks over to one of the turnbuckles, and moves a towel off a small bag set in the corner, and begins undoing his pads.
(Mark Spencer): I’m curious by the way, and not that I’m complaining at all, since it’s good to see. But when did you start sticking to a nutrition plan?
A somewhat sheepish laugh comes from Heinrich, as he leans against the ropes.
(Heinrich): Ah, yeah, sorry to have thrown that curveball at you when I arrived.
He wipes his brow, and inhales through his nose sharply to clear it, before continuing.
(Heinrich): Its one of the things I took away from that training session with Senester believe it or not. I got talking with some of his assistants. You know, asking how he’s been on top of his game for so long physically, and whether there’s something I could apply to myself, despite the different circumstances.
By now, Mark has both of his pads on the mat, and is strapping a pair of his own mitts on.
(Heinrich): Too soon to tell what the difference will be, but I’m already feeling a little better.
Shrugging his shoulders, he moves off the ropes, and back to the centre of the ring.
(Heinrich): Little more energy, better reaction time… could make all the difference in a fight.
(Mark Spencer): Anything else you pick up while you were there for that training session?
(Heinrich): Aside from how to be an insufferable schweinhund? *Laughs* This, that and the next thing.
He motions for Mark to come for him.
(Heinrich): Come and see for yourself.
(Mark Spencer): You sure you want the cameras on for this?
(Heinrich): I’m not my brother Mark, I don’t get anal over someone catching sight of what moves I pull during a sparring session… besides, it’s not like Eddie’s not seen me in action before now, I’m sure he’ll have seen some of my matches…
He turns around, and gestures at the camera, a grin forming from cheek to cheek.
(Heinrich): And cue the remark about my matches being boring and how I’ve done nothing to give you any worry…
Turning back to Mark, he loosens up his shoulders, and begins to bounce from one foot to the other, readying himself.
(Mark Spencer): *Laughing* So you figured out the basics for how you’re gonna take the fight to Eddie yet?
(Heinrich): Yeah. I’ve seen his matches with Hans, his most recent ones and I’ve got about a dozen other ones to look over at some point in the coming days when I get a chance. Not to mention I’ve been in-ring with him a few times now…
The two men lock up in the centre of the ring, Mark exerting enough force to break the hold, and force Heinrich against the ropes with a whip. Going for the clothesline, Heinrich ducks neatly under, and locks his arms around Marks waist, and hoists him into a belly-to-back suplex.
This continues for several minutes, ending only when Heinrich catches Mark in a firemans carry takeover as he rushes in.
Rolling to his feet, Heinrich extends a hand to Mark, and pulls him up.
(Heinrich): Been talking with my brother as well about what I could expect from him.
He exhales loudly, and takes the chance to lean back on the ropes.
(Heinrich): It’s going to be a brutal match, that’s for sure. A unification match for two titles that have so many people angling after them as well… Maniac and Logan want the All-Star… Steven still seems to think that the Spotlight should be around his own waist… even Draconis seems to want to get in on things as well…
(Mark Spencer): Oh I’m sure that you’re gonna have your hands full out there man. You want it though?
(Heinrich): Of course! You know I do. I don’t want Eddie getting a chance to run two titles into the ground simultaneously! The odds have been stacked against me winning the Spotlight title since day one, but I’ve kept at it, and I’ve earned the right to hold it, and I’m going to fight to keep it, even if it ends up going under a different name.
Mark falls silent for a few moments, nodding as he takes in his friends words.
(Mark Spencer): Ok… how badly do you want it?
Rolling his eyes, Heinrich moves off the ropes, and points at Mark with his left hand, his tone of voice completely devoid of any malice or ill-intent…
(Heinrich): Badly enough that I’d date your youngest sister again if it meant I’d win…
(Mark Spencer): Ohhhh….! Ohhhhh!
He cracks up with laughter.
(Mark Spencer): You want it bad my friend… damn…
The scene fades out to a commercial, as the two men bump fists, and retake their positions to continue sparring.
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