The scene opens out onto a view of Heinrich von Richtoven’s apartment, where he is seated on the large leather sofa occupying a prominent position in the lounge area. He glances up as the camera approaches, and begins to speak.

(Heinrich): It's good to be home. Although I had my doubts and worries, I could never have envisaged what occurred at the end of Havoc happening, even in my wildest dreams. I'd just like to take a moment to say thank you to the brave men and women of the US military who managed to get us out of there, it's a debt I don't think I'll be ever able to truly repay.

He leans back into the sofa, stretching out both arms to allow them to rest on top of the sofa back.

(Heinrich): Hopefully I can start by putting on one hell of a display at 'Road to Ruin' for everyone though.

A streak of sarcasm enters his tone of voice as he continues.

(Heinrich):: And what a challenge I'll be facing! Grunge and Merlyn in a triple threat! Grunge, a man who's run his mouth more than marathon runner would their legs, and Merlyn… A hobo with a caffeine addiction, turned business entrepreneur…

He allows himself the pleasure of a small laugh, as his head shakes from side to side.

(Heinrich): … who was nothing more than a joke last time round.

He stifles his laughter.

(Heinrich): Now then, let's set out a few things. Firstly, Grunge, keep your friends in the back where they belong. You talk of being the next big thing, yet how do you intend to get there when Fallen's holding your hand every other moment of the day? Plus, me and you have unfinished business since you decided to f*ck with me in my last title match. I already have to split my attention on you with Merlyn, and I'd hate to dilute it further…

He clears his throat.

(Heinrich): Secondly, Merlyn… more or less the same as above. Try and buck the trend that means that you NWO types are joined at the hip; and utterly incapable of not interfering in one another's matches.

He moves forward on the sofa, reaching off camera with one hand for several moments, before dropping a few small sheets of card, which he drops onto his lap.

(Heinrich): Now I've been asked if I could answer a few fan submitted questions once I'd gotten my own words out of the way, so without further ado…

He holds up the first card in front of him, eyes scanning the words from side to side.

(Heinrich): Tommy from Utah asks, 'are you going to make Logan join up with you, Hans and Butch permanently?'. Well Tommy, in short, no. I couldn't make Logan do anything he didn't want to do in the first place, and even if I did have that power, I wouldn't use it. Yeah, we've got this match at the next Havoc, and I'm certainly on good terms with him, so I'll have his back when Fallen or Talon, or whoever next decides to start something, but that's just me. I can't speak for my brother, or Butch, and we're not a 'team' anyway, so what'd there be for him to join up to anyway?

He picks up the second card, while tossing the first one to the floor.

(Heinrich): Bryan, from Manchester asks 'how'd it feel to be strangled with a bra by Talon, and are you going to get him back?'. Well Bryan, it was the highlight of my night actually. I've always wanted to know how David Carradine felt in his final moments…

He lowers the card, rolling his eyes.

(Heinrich): Oh come on Bryan, what an asinine question. Being choked half to death with a bra by a fellow professional who clearly lost the plot in there is a horrible feeling. I'd go as far to say that Talon's ego is clearly unable to handle him having to pay his dues in the Spotlight division, causing him to suffer psychologically. As for 'getting him back', well, I'll leave that for next Havoc.

He holds up the third card.

(Heinrich): Iqbal, from 'unknown' asks, 'what does it feel like infidel, to suf…'

He raises an eyebrow, as he wordlessly mouths the rest of the question, before simply chucking it to the floor.

(Heinrich): Ok then… fair enough…

He picks up the fourth card.

(Heinrich):: Samantha in Montreal asks, 'are you, or do you feel, unlucky? After all, you've had so many title shots ruined by interference'. Well Samantha, I do feel a little unlucky at what happens every time I get a title shot, and it's beginning to hack me off no end, let me tell you. But, rest assured, I’ll be returning the favours to those that have screwed me over in due course. What goes around, comes around afterall…

He picks up the final card.

(Heinrich): Paul, from Atlanta want’s to know ‘if you’ve buried the hatchet with Butch after what happened in Iran?’. Good question Paul, and one that I don’t truly know the answer to yet. I still find the depths he stooped to, to be utterly reprehensible, and I will always hold that opinion. That said, he’s also shouldered his blame, and not gone out claiming he’s a changed man like many have, so I do find that somewhat refreshing. He also didn’t need to save Vanessa and Jason like he did, not that I’m forgetting Logan’s contribution to that of course, so given the current situation we find ourselves in, I’ll put the hatchet to one side, but I won’t be burying it for some time yet.

He lets the card drop to the floor.

(Heinrich): And that’s them… like me, done for now.

The scene fades to black as Heinrich gets to his feet, and walks off camera.