The scene opens up onto the well furnished bedroom of a typical Manhattan penthouse, zooming in on the sleepy figure of Heinrich von Richtoven, face down with his head buried in his pillow, groaning in pain as the hangover kicks in with vengeance.

He rolls over onto his back, hands going to his forehead, and then through his tussled hair, as he glances across at the alarm clock on the side table.

(Heinrich): Uhhh… it’s a… awww…

He flips the alarm clock face down with one hand, as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes with the other, before slowly and unsteadily pulling the covers off of himself, and getting to his feet.

The camera places itself in front of him, as he makes his way through the penthouse towards the lounge, catching the many facial expressions he makes as he begins to taste the alcohol on his breath from the previous night, as well as the few times he has to catch himself from tripping over due to his unsteady feet.

Eventually though, with the aid of one hand to the wall to steady himself, he makes it to the lounge, and to the sight of Logan Neilson, spread eagled on his back, duvet half covering him, lying on two sofas pushed together.

(Heinrich): Get up…

He aims a kick at the sofas, dislodging the duvet somewhat, and causing Logan to stir,

(Heinrich): We… uhhh… gotta gym it now…

He kicks the sofa again, this time waking the Scotsman.

(Logan): Arrgh getti fu’ ya bassa!

Heinrich stares down at the semi-conscious Logan, a look of total incomprehension on his face. He shakes his head from side to side, as he responds.

(Heinrich): You what?

Logan stirs a bit before falling still again.

(Logan): ………. Rrrrergh…..fah… pfft.

Heinrich grunts and boots the sofa once more, causing Logan to jolt upright.

(Logan): Am up! Whit ye wan’?

(Heinrich): The gym. We need to train.

(Logan): We don’t need tae train.

(Heinrich): We have appearances to keep up.

(Logan): Urgh… aye, awright then…. Breakfast!

He points Heinrich to the kitchen before slumping back into the tangled duvet.

The scene fades out momentarily, before coming back on to a changed room. The sofa’s have been pushed apart back to their original positions, although Logan still occupies one; wrapped in his duvet, a plate clutched in one hand while the other shovels bacon rolls into his mouth.

Heinrich lies out on the other sofa facing the ceiling, his own plate on the floor, only crumbs remaining.

(Logan): *Muffled* So, tactics. *Swallows* We know we can take these clowns one on one… But we need some kick-ass double team moves….

Sarcasm coats Heinrich’s words.

(Heinrich): Good tactics. A flawless game plan…

Oblivious, Logan carries on.

(Logan): Right…. Am thinkin’ you set them up for “The Vernichter”, right? … And then I’ll totally “Flash of the Blade” them…. right in the baws!!

He takes another bite from his roll.

(Logan): Then ye dae the Vernichty thing.

Heinrich’s head turns to face Logan, eyebrows raised, a confused look on his face as he goes over what his friend has said.

(Heinrich): Yeah… okay… that could work… I think…

(Logan): Gid…. We’ll call it the …. Err…. “The-Flying-Upside-down-Death… Attack!”

Jaw slack, Heinrich can only stare at Logan for several moments.

(Heinrich): How many rounds did we have last night?

(Logan): Enough! Am still steamin’.

(Heinrich): No kidding…

His head rolls back to face upwards to the ceiling, eyes shutting, as he goes over things in his head.

(Heinrich): Well we’ve got the weight and power advantage over Fallen, twenty or thirty pounds give or take, same sorta height though… not that that means much… but it’s Draconis that this hinges on… big guy, if we wear him out, then that’s their best shot gone…

He tilts his head sideways towards Logan once more, and directs his words at him.

(Heinrich): In all the matches you’ve seen Draconis fight in, he’s not been the best at technical and mat based moves, am I right?

Logan nods.

(Logan): Aye big Billy the racist is more of a power house so I reckon we should use our speed advantage tae unsettle him and tire him out.

(Heinrich): Yeah… that would work…

He purses his lips momentarily, before continuing.

(Heinrich): Force them to bring Fallen in, and either of us could feasibly take him out of the game… we make the tag to keep fresh, and him on the back foot, and yeah…

He opens his eyes.

(Heinrich): We’ve got ourselves a very realistic chance at the win for this one.

Logan, having calmed down a bit, thinks to himself for a moment.

(Logan): Aye, I think we could have a good chance against any team on the roster. A shame Son’s of Anarchy aren’t confident enough tae put their titles on the line.

(Heinrich): To be fair, it’s not like they had any more say in this Havoc’s bookings than we did.

He flashes a confident smile at Logan.

(Heinrich): There’s always next time though.

(Logan): Heh, aye…

Logan throws the duvet to the ground, and leaves the plate on the arm of the sofa.

(Logan): Well we better head tae the gym the now. And I’ve got a few more idea’s we can talk about on the way.

(Heinrich): I hope they’re better than the ones you’ve come up with already…

Logan flips his middle finger at Heinrich, eliciting a laugh from him, as the scene fades to black.