The following takes place several minutes after the conclusion of Havoc…

The scene opens up onto a scene backstage at the Rod Laver Arena. As the camera pans around, taking in the various interviewers, reporters, technical crew, EMT's, security and other camera men, along with the assorted HWA related equipment that goes into making Havoc a reality.

The sound of the crowd, despite it being a good twenty minutes after the end of the show proper, can still be heard, albeit, reduced accordingly as many make their way out of the Arena and head home. The camera moves forwards, coming out into the wings that lead to the Havoctron. Vestiges of smoke from the various pyros and various smoke machines wafts gently out towards the entrance, drawn by the mild wind thanks to the various doors that have been opened to allow the fans to leave.

Moving round the large truss beam that forms the main support for the right hand side of the structure, the angled ramp leading towards the ring becomes visible. Walking towards the camera; having spent the last good while signing autographs and posing for pictures is Hans von Richtoven. With a final wave for the fans, he sidles past the camera and into the darkened area beneath the Havoctron, chants and cheers mixed with catcalls and jeers following his every footstep.

(Mike Anderson): Hans! A quick word if you don’t mind!

Hans’ head turns round at the sound of Mikes voice, a genuine smile forming. He wipes the sweat from his brow with one hand, as the other falls to the strap of his All Star title around his waist.

(Hans): By all means!

(Mike Anderson): First up Hans, congratulations on another successful title defence.

(Hans): Thanks Mike.

(Mike Anderson): How was it for you out there?

(Hans): Challenging, picking the moment to put it all on the line can be difficult when you’ve got two opponents to think about, but I was confident with my ability to read the match, and seeing how…

He gestures to his belt.

(Hans): … I’m still the All Star champion, that call I made was absolutely spot on. Very happy with my performance, and to get one over Buff at long last is something very special.

(Mike Anderson): What about the attack afterwards?

A derogatory sound comes from the back of Hans’ throat, as his shoulders shrug slightly.

(Hans): Typical McNeil. Speaks volumes that he causes more damage outside of a match, than actually in it… He’s probably bitter that his little speech about him not needing his A+ game to beat me didn’t pass muster.

(Mike Anderson): You spoke of creating a division when you beat Eddie K for the title. Do you feel you’ve accomplished that yet?

(Hans): There’s still some way to go before I could agree with that statement, but for sure, it’s well on the way. I think Buff’s certainly upped himself and is a legitimate contender for the title. McNeil feels my title is owed to him, so I’d imagine whoever has it for the foreseeable future, whether it’s myself or not, will have to endure his frequent protestations and underhanded antics as well as the occasional match. I’d have included several others, but unfortunately they got fired…. so…

He chuckles, again shrugging his shoulders.

A passing HWA staffer passes him a bottle of Gatorade which he gratefully receives, uncapping it and taking a swig before continuing.

(Hans): There are more than a few people that are involved in the hunt for the Tag titles that could easily be involved. Not everyone will get their shot at Eddie and AC afterall. But I guess we’ll have to wait and see for now.

(Mike Anderson): With Logan Neilson choosing the next card, has he let slip any hint of who you might be facing?

(Hans): I’m completely in the dark regarding his choices unfortunately Mike. His lips are sealed.

(Mike Anderson): Any preferences?

Hans’ head shakes from side to side, lips parting somewhat as he takes a slow intake of breath, mulling over his response.

(Hans): None at all … well, maybe not Deas…

A smirk slowly starts to form as he falls silent, still thinking it over for a few more seconds.

(Hans): No. No preference at all. I’m up for whatever challenge Logan wants to put me in for.

A call of greeting comes from behind the camera. Hans' face is split with a wide smile as his brother; Heinrich, enters the camera view.

The two brothers embrace warmly, a few words in their native German passing between them before they turn back to face the camera.

(Heinrich): Hope I'm not interrupting!

(Mike Anderson): Hardly! I was hoping to find you once I'd finished with Hans.

Hans punches his brother lightly on the shoulder.

(Hans): Good timing for once Heinrich, makes a change!

Heinrich takes the ribbing in good nature, as Mike points his microphone in his direction.

(Mike Anderson): A solid win over Lucas tonight then Heinrich. How do you feel about being next in line to face Logan Neilson though?

(Heinrich): I’m in two minds at the moment. I went toe to toe with him a few weeks back in the Fatal Four Way Invitational he had, so I know to an extent what I am, and what I’m not capable of doing against him. But having seen his match against AC there, I’ve certainly got it stacked against me. The man simply doesn’t know when to lie down and give in.

(Mike Anderson): Rubbishing your chances then?

(Heinrich): Nah, I’m not saying I’ve got no chance at all Mike. I’m just being pragmatic. I’ve yet to find out when the title match will take place, but I’d imagine it’ll be at ‘The Other Side’ PPV…

Hans nods his head in agreement at this, happy to let his brother continue as he takes another sip on his Gatorade.

(Heinrich): … So between now and then, I’d like to think I’m going to be able to take as much as possible from my upcoming matches to readdress the balance somewhat.

(Mike Anderson): Any preferences for the upcoming Havoc?

Heinrich thumbs a gesture at his brother, the other hand resting on his hip.

(Heinrich): Like my brother here, I've not got any real preference for the wrestler himself. That they can give me a challenge is all I'm interested in.

(Mike Anderson): Speaking of challenges. Are the pair of you considering going for the Tag titles? The division is certainly heating up with Fallen and Draconis now returning.

The two brothers glance at one another. Heinrich gestures towards Mike, as if to say, 'after you'. Taking the cue, Hans turns his head back to Mike and responds.

(Hans): We certainly have spoken about it, and you'll see us tagging with one another soon enough on an unrelated note, but we'll let the deadwood squabble amongst themselves for who gets to dash themselves against AC and Eddie first of all before committing ourselves.

(Mike Anderson): So there's no real timeframe in mind then?

Heinrich leans forward, tilting his torso towards Mike slightly, while folding his arms across his chest.

(Heinrich): No time frame. Hans is obviously preoccupied with the All Star title, and rightfully so.

(Hans): And my brother here is, irrespective of what he says, very much in contention for the Spotlight title.

(Mike Anderson): Having fought Logan Neilson twice now Hans, and coming out with that move to beat him in your singles match, do you feel your brother can be the next Spotlight champion?

(Hans): I think he can. He's coming back into wrestling after a long absence, that's going to count against him, but it's nothing he's not mentioned himself, and what he's planned for. If he loses, then it's a setback, but we von Richtoven's are famed for bouncing back stronger than before, so I do see him holding that title sooner, rather than later.

(Mike Anderson): And on a closing note, as both of you no doubt have places to be. Talon Wilkinson. Any thoughts?

The brothers again share a glance, this time though, Hans gesturing for Heinrich to take the lead.

(Heinrich): Well you could have heard a pin drop from backstage when he kissed Senester. I don't really know what he was thinking, or even if he'll get away with it, and that's before the title enters the equation…

(Mike Anderson): And what about you Hans?

(Hans): I was stunned, rooted to my seat. I can't even begin to describe what was going through my own head, let alone what must have been going through Talon or Senesters.

His head turns to face his brother, a quizzical expression forming.

(Hans): I know he walked out of the arena just fine, but what about backstage?

(Heinrich): Walked straight through unmolested. He could have been walking on water for the way as far as security was concerned.

Mike inclines his head towards Hans.

(Mike Anderson): You spoke with Talon in the run up to Havoc. Did you have any foreknowledge of this?

(Hans): None at all. We spoke about the odd thing, broke the ice I guess. But I never thought he'd be brazen enough to pull a trick like that. He made no indication of any sort.

(Heinrich): Eddie and AC certainly were up in arms about it. You could hear them storming down the corridor long after they'd passed.

Hans grins slyly at the thought.

(Mike Anderson): Well, thank you both for your time. Congratulations on the win's once again.

The two brothers nod their thanks, Heinrich clapping his hand on Mike's shoulder as he passes him by.

The scene fades to black.

OOC: Was planning on having this up before the new card was announced, but I guess Jamie was too quick for me… damn you mate, damn you… practically invalidating an entire r-p. I hope you're happy with yourself… ;-)