The scene opens back in several minutes after the previous.

Hans von Richtoven is relaxing in front of the camera, stretched out as he watches the Champions League tie between VfB Stuttgart and FC Barcelona. A mild look of disgust crosses his face as Lionel Messi scores his second of the match to make it 3 – 0 in Barcelona’s favour, the ball sliding under Jens Lehmann’s body.

The sound of approaching footfalls outside the room causes him to mute the television, and twist his head round to look at the entrance as Logan Neilson enters, followed swiftly by his brother Heinrich.

(Logan): Awright Hans?

Hans doesn’t respond, a slight muscle twinge in the corner of his right eye the only thing visible.

Heinrich steps between the pair of them, looking at the pair of them individually, focusing their attention on him.

(Heinrich): I’ll leave you two to it then shall I? I’ll be with Vanessa and Mark if you need me.

He makes his way back across the floor to the entrance he’d just come through, Logan turning his body as he passes by, whispering under his breath to Heinrich.

(Logan): Aww naw, he’s pure ragin’ though.

Heinrich ignores him as he exits the room, and Logan turns back to Hans and uneasily makes his way to an empty chair.

(Logan): Err…so, ye looking forward tae Havoc?

(Hans): Have I given any indication that I was?

(Logan): No… that’s why… that’s why I was asking.

Hans almost shudders at the response to his rhetorical question, before finally responding through gritted teeth, his knuckles whitening as his hands ball into fists almost involuntarily.

(Hans): No. I’m not looking forward to Havoc Logan. I’m not looking forward to my match with Senester. I’m not particularly pleased with your choice of opponent for me. Is that clear enough for you?

Logan sinks into his chair like a little school boy being told off.

(Logan): Crystal… Look Hans am no’ gonnae beat about the bush here, I spoke tae Heinrich, I know yer a little… a lot… pissed off wi me. But am guessing ye didnae text me tae meet ye just so ye could have a rant at me.

He sighs, trying to avoid an argument with his friend.

(Logan): Am sorry. I just thought about from an entertainment point of view, and yer match wi Senester is headline grabbing. Maybe I was a bit oblivious tae how ye would feel about it, but frankly that wouldn’t have effected my decision. You can take him, Hans. If I were you I’d be relishing this match.

(Hans): Oblivious? You can say that again. Logan. This is the man that practically ended Butch Parker’s career. Made Matthew, to all intents and purposes, a vegetable. Made me betray the people I loved, and end up not facing the world for four years as I sought to climb out of the pit I found myself in. You think this’ll be entertainment? This isn’t the Colosseum Logan.

Logan throws his arms up in protest.

(Logan): Aw come on man! You are in the sports entertainment business! It’s all about ratings and …. And stuff!

Logan falls silent staring at Hans in bemusement.

(Logan): Yer no’ scared of him are ye?

(Hans): No!

His eyes narrow and his tone becomes threatening.

(Hans): It’s just that given all that’s happened between me and him, I would have thought that our encounter would have been for a more, I don’t know… meaningful reason?

Logan lets outs a mocking laugh, Hans visibly becoming frustrated at his reaction.

(Logan): And how, the #### did ye thinking it’d go? Ye would get tae come out looking like some ####in’ hero or some shite like that?

Hans balls his left hand into a fist, keeping it ram-rod straight by his side, as he stabs his middle finger right at Logan, spit practically flying out his mouth as he retorts.

(Hans): How are you so incapable of looking at things from other peoples perspectives? You never take the time to think through how it’ll affect the others around you. You’ve a one track simple mind. Where’s the next drink? When’s the next fight? It’s like you always have to be the hard man.

Logan takes a defiant step towards Hans before hurling his come back, his voice raising to almost shouting.

(Logan): Oh aye and you always have tae be right, don’t ye Hans? Eh? You always have to be so ####in’ clever and over analyse everything.

Hans matches Logan’s step forward, almost butting heads with him as he gets right into Logan’s personal space.

(Hans): Well at least I’m capable of articulating what I mean. What was it you said to Diana? *Sarcastically* ‘Aye… bye’. Was that not it, essentially?

Logan replies by prodding his right index finger into Hans’ chest.

(Logan): ####… you!

Hans swats aside Logan’s hand, leaning in close, his voice a low, calculated whisper.

(Hans): I’m surprised you’re still with Ally! I mean she’s done everything Diana did to get dumped, showed commitment to you, brought you into her life, tried her best to make you be accepted by her family.

There is a flash of rage in Logan’s eyes as Hans’ words seem to strike a nerve then responds by shoving Hans back a couple of steps.

(Logan): Dinnae go there Hans! I didnae come here tae belt ye but I ####ing will!!

Hans bristles with anger, loosening up his shoulders, unable to resist a quip at Logan’s expense.

(Hans): Of course you will Logan; that’s how you answer all your questions.

Logan pulls back his right hand, preparing for a punch as he begins to step in.

Just then, Vanessa’s voice, anger mixed with incredulity, fills the room.

(Vanessa): Stop right now! The pair of you.

She strides into the room, followed swiftly by Heinrich and Mark, the pair of them flanking her like bodyguards. She stares icily at both Hans and Logan in turn, Hans turning his stare to the floor and shuffling in embarrassment. Logan also shuffles uncomfortably trying his best to look innocent.

(Logan): Oh no, rumbled!

Vanessa’s ears perk up, her eyes snapping back onto the Scotsman.

(Vanessa): No Logan Neilson. You weren’t ‘rumbled’. The three of us have had to listen to the noise you two have been making for the last five minutes.

(Logan): Ah… boo…

He glances up and catches eyes with Hans, just containing a smile.

(Logan): Yer mum’s pure shoutin’ at me man!

Heinrich groans, his left hand coming up slowly into a face palm.

Hans’ mouth opens to respond, but shut almost immediately, his eyes flashing towards Vanessa.

(Vanessa): Shouting? I’ll be shouting soon enough if you don’t get out of here Logan Neilson. Do you understand?

Logan’s head drops and he nods slightly, he then shuffles his way towards the exit mumbling to himself.

(Logan): ####in’…Talk tae me like that…. Full name me eh? ... *Mumble* … ####in’….. Away ye go…

As Logan exits the villa, Heinrich and Mark slowly walk after him, ensuring he leaves without too much hassle. Vanessa meanwhile turns on Hans.

(Vanessa): Right mister, you’ve got some explaining to do.

The scene fades to black.