The scene fades in on the VIP car park of the Brisbane Entertainment Center, several hours after Havoc has just finished airing. A crowd of reporters and cameramen are milling around the entrance to the backstage portion of the arena, comparing notes and jostling to be the first in line.

After a few moments, the door to the car park swings open, as Hans and Heinrich von Richtoven step out. Heinrich looking worse for wear, has his head bandaged, and looks unsteady on his feet, has Hans steadying him as they attempt to make their way to their white BMW X6.

Seeing their chance, the reporters crowd the two HWA superstars. The barrage of questions from the many mouths making it impossible to determine what anyone is actually saying. Hans raises his hand for silence, as Heinrich cringes with the noise, the headache caused by the various kicks and punches Davis’ threw at him earlier on now obviously in full force.

(Hans): Right, we’ll answer a few questions out of courtesy, but as I’m sure you can understand, my brother here needs his rest.

He points at the reporter standing right in front of him.

(Hans): You first.

(Reporter 1): Hans, Heinrich, a great win today against DnA. But what’s your condition Heinrich? You took some nasty knocks in there afterall.

(Heinrich): Splitting headache, cuts and bruises, no fractures though, grade one concussion, or so I’ve been told. I’ll live…

(Reporter 1): Any worries for ‘The Other Side’? Will it affect your training in any adverse way?

(Heinrich): I truthfully wouldn’t know.

(Hans): He’ll be getting a visit from the doctor tomorrow, and if more in-depth scans need to be done, then they’ll be done. My brother’s a top competitor, and despite what that little schweinhund tried to pull, this won’t hold him back for long.

(Reporter 1): How’d it feel to finally gain revenge for what DnA did all those months ago.

(Hans): Great…

He pats his brother on the chest.

(Hans): But maybe not so much in my brother’s case.

(Reporter 2): Wisdom seemed to believe that you had a part to play in Butch Parkers new, arrangement, with Senester Hans. What do either of you have to say about that?

(Heinrich): Well she’s obviously hurt over what’s happened, and her emotions are showing. Probably a first for her, at least, that is in a public sense.

Hans nods at this, and as his brother finishes, speaks up.

(Hans): Look, I’m as confused as everyone else is as to why Butch is with Senester. The fact that he’s civil to me, and takes an interest in my wellbeing doesn’t mean that I’m privy to what goes on. I’m hurt that she would think that I have something to do with this, really, I am.

(Reporter 2): Do you think it could actually be the other way around, and that Butch is a tool to bring you into the fold once again? You’ve resisted his words thus far afterall…

(Hans): It’s a possibility. I… I can’t discount it. That could be an intended side-effect that Senester has in mind. But I think that’s doing a disservice to Butch, to suggest that he’d be taken in for such a thing.

Seeing his brother’s discomfort, Heinrich gestures to another reporter.

(Heinrich): Next question.

(Reporter 3): Do you know who you’ll be facing off against at ‘The Other Side’ pay per view yet Hans?

(Hans): I didn’t have a chance to ask Talon while I was stopping the beating he was receiving, so that would be a no.

(Reporter 4): Are the rumours that you and Vanessa had a domestic true?

A scandalized expression forms on Hans face, taking him aback. His brother pipes up, deflecting the attention off of Hans.

(Heinrich): Trust me, my brother and Vanessa have not had a domestic. The pair of them are still so blissfully happy with one another, that such a thing just isn’t going to happen anytime soon.

(Reporter 4): What do you make of Ronnie McNeil’s assertions that Vanessa’s “bobble game” is very much below par?

(Hans): Pardon the pun, but below the belt, as usual, and of course, smacking completely of jealousy. Just because his wife has failings doesn’t mean he needs to take it out on others.

He secures his grasp on his brother, and begins to move the pair of them through the reporters.

(Hans): That’s all the time that we have for you though.

The various reporters yet to ask a question are visibly, and in some cases, verbally disappointed, but their words fall on deaf ears as the von Richtoven brothers make their way to the X6. Opening the trunk door, Hans drops both duffel bags, and shuts it again, before helping his brother open the passenger door.

(Heinrich): I still can’t believe what Butch did… and to you as well…

Heinrich clambers into the passenger seat, settling himself in before looking down on his elder brother.

(Heinrich): What kind of a man does something like that?

Hans' hand unconsciously rubs his throat where the edge of Butch's knife came to rest.

(Hans): A man with nothing to lose?

He gently shuts the passenger door with his other hand, a contemplative expression on his face and a distant look to his eyes.

(Hans): A man with it all to gain?

He begins to walk around the X6, still talking.

(Hans): I don't think he'd have done it had he known it was me though.

(Heinrich): And what gives you that idea? Hope? He was awfully quick to bring that knife up.

(Hans): I know… but I did surprise him. I could have been anyone; I didn't even call his name or give a warning.

(Heinrich): There's plenty of times you've walked up to me unannounced when I've had my back turned. The end result being a conversation, not a potentially fatal standoff…

Hans concedes the point with a nod of the head, a low sigh coming from his throat as he enters the X6, pulling shut the door.

(Hans): I know… but he didn’t… he… he just warned me to stay away.

He turns the key in the ignition, eyes turning to bring his brother into view.

(Hans): But like I said to Wisdom earlier. Butch doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do.

He turns to look at his brother completely, a slight measure of steel entering his voice as his expression lightens for what seems like the first time for weeks.

(Hans): The same applies to me.

A smirk slowly forms across Heinrich's face, realizing what his brother means, as he pulls the seatbelt across his body.

(Heinrich): Took you long enough to come to that conclusion.

Hans chuckles self depreciatingly, as he engages the engine as his brother slots his seatbelt into place.

(Hans): Tell me about it…

The scene fades to black.