The scene opens up inside a packed sports bar in New York an hour or so after the conclusion of the Copa del Rey final between Barcelona and Real Madrid. The camera pans around taking in the various groups of people engrossed in talking amongst themselves, drinking, or watching the highlights of the match on the TV’s dotted around the bar.

The camera moves through the groups, eventually coming across a small booth towards the rear of the bar, where Logan Neilson is currently seated, sipping at a near empty pint glass. The camera is jostled somewhat, as Heinrich von Richtoven squeezes past, a full pint glass in each hand, one of which he slides over to Logan as he settles in opposite him.

(Heinrich): So…

He takes an appreciative sip of his beer, before continuing.

(Heinrich): … where were we?

Snapping his fingers as his memory jogs, he carries on.

(Heinrich): Ah, yeah, so, Ally, was she in danger of miscarriage?

(Logan): Well that was the original worry man. But everything’s fine, she’s fine just a bit shook up and a bit overwhelmed by it all.

(Heinrich): So has Talon come to his senses yet and apologised?

Logan snorts.

(Logan): Naw! He still thinks it’s justified.

Heinrich shakes his head.

(Heinrich): Asshole!

(Logan): Haha…aye. Tell ye what mate, I cannae wait tae get him in that ring this Havoc! If yer in the ring when he gets tagged in ye better tag me in right away or we may be DQ’d!

(Heinrich): And we wouldn’t want that…

Trailing off in laughter, his eyes soon narrow, as he leans forward.

(Heinrich): Tell you what, I’ll do that; if you tag me in if Merlyn get’s in with you. Deal?

(Logan): Aye man, nae worries.

They smile, clinking their pints together.

(Logan): How long’s Hans gonnae be then?

(Heinrich): Another ten minutes or so, he gave me a call as he dropped Vanessa off when I was at the bar.

He takes a long sip of his beer.

(Heinrich): Good to see the pair of you put his stupid over reaction behind you finally.

Logan laughs into his pint.

(Logan): Aye man, it was nothing just needed a wee bit of time. That and it’s important we’re all on the same page for this match… even me and Parker will have tae get along.

(Heinrich): That’s true.

(Logan): He’s still a plonker though…. Might clock him one anyway…

(Heinrich): Be a dear and save that until after the match.

(Logan): Hah, maybe!

The two chuckle conspiratorially as they continue to sip their beers.

(Heinrich): Hmm…

Leaning back, he folds his arms over his chest.

(Heinrich): So, where’s Ally tonight then anyway?

(Logan): She’s just in the apartment man, she fancied a night tae herself. She doesnae really seem herself right now… but who could blame her?

(Heinrich): How’re the pair of you handling the knowledge that she’s pregnant? I mean, was it planned, or not…?

(Logan): Wasnae planned mate…

He lets the air escape through his lips, silence falling between the pair of them for a few moments, as he takes a long swig of his beer.

(Logan): Wasnae planned at all.

A trace of his usual cheeky expression ghosts across his face.

(Logan): I’m freaking out a bit to be honest mate…

His eyes dart down to Heinrich’s stomach suddenly, his free hand following suit in a gesture at it.

(Logan): Here, did you get rabies fae that homeless geezer then?

Heinrich’s head tilts back, laughter erupting from him at his friend’s words.

(Heinrich): No… just, no.

He clutches the sides of his ribs as the laughter subsides.

(Heinrich): I’ll tell you what though, since I got a few shots as a precaution, I’ve heard both Butch and my brother talk about trying to fit in the same before Havoc, just in case the little schweinhund tries it again!

(Logan): Aye if he tries any of the shite wi’ me I’ll take a piss up his nose!

(Heinrich): Good luck finding someone to hold him down for you.

Logan just shrugs, smirking to himself.

(Logan): Won’t need tae, the creepy bastard would probably let me.

Before either of them can continue, Hans von Richtoven enters the camera view, sliding onto the same side of the booth as his brother, and pushing him along, a third pint of beer joining it’s brethren on the table also.

(Hans): Who would let you do what?

(Heinrich): Oh you’d rather not know, trust me.

Hans glances over at Logan, who merely nods in agreement at Heinrich’s words.

(Hans): Fair enough then.

(Heinrich): You made good time getting back here. You take a cab or what?

(Hans): I just walked.

He smiles wryly at his brother.

(Hans): It’s amazing how quickly you can go places when you don’t get distracted at things in the window.

(Heinrich): Oh that’s a terrible thing to say about Vanessa, and when she’s not even here to defend herself…

(Hans): It was you I was referring to actually…

Hans leans over at Logan.

(Hans): That’s why he turned up later than he said he would.

Logan shakes his head in disappointment.

(Logan): Shocking…

Heinrich merely rolls his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling upwards as he takes a long swig of his own beer.

(Hans): Anyway, weren’t we just getting onto insulting the Sons of Anarchy before I had to walk Vanessa back?

(Heinrich): Ah! That’s what we were talking about before you went and got the last round Logan.

(Logan): Whit? Dinnae blame me…

He takes a long drink on his pint.

(Logan): He-he-he-he Sons of Assary.

All three of them chuckle amongst themselves, before Hans, in a deadpan voice adds…

(Hans): I don’t know what it is about them, but I get the feeling that if me and Heinrich were to stop and talk to one of them, they’d have a brain aneurysm trying to figure out who was who.

(Logan): Hah! Especially that muppet Grunge. He’d get confused over his own ####ing reflection…. I mean is just really good at playing a retard, or is the guy mentally ill?

(Heinrich): I’d say ill. He goes and snaps over nearly everything said to him. Then again, I’d probably be perpetually angry if I had someone hanging around me all the time who called himself ‘Finn of Fate’…

Logan snorts with laughter causing beer to go up his nose, and Hans points and laughs at him.

(Logan): Shut up you… Finn of Fate?… What’s wi’ the “Fate” bit… Is that the inbred boy band he’s part of or something?

This time it’s Hans’ turn to snort with laughter, hurriedly swallowing his beer as he tries his best to avoid a choking fit.

(Heinrich): Probably. You know, I wonder what they’ve got planned for the end of Havoc?

(Hans): Nothing we can’t handle.

(Logan): They’ve got Billy the Dragon though mate.

(Heinrich): Yeah, and he’ll beat you. Because he’s better than you.

Hans stares at his younger brother, unable to stop himself looking aghast at the insinuation.

(Hans): How is he? Just how exactly?

(Heinrich): Because he’s just better than you.

Hans, with a sigh, realizing their game, concedes, and plays along.

(Hans): Alright… so he’s better than me, even though I beat him at ‘Road to Ruin’?

(Logan): Aye man…. Ask him… He’s better than everybody….

(Hans): Ho-

(Logan): Ever!

(Hans): Coming from the man who got beaten by Fallen…

He trails off, shaking his head in mock dismay as he loses himself in his pint, leaving Heinrich to chuckle with amusement at the verbal jab.

(Heinrich): Oh-ho-ho, that’s a low blow there…

(Logan): Nah, it’s alright, I got this covered….

He rolls up his sleeves an puts his fists down on the table, acting serious.

(Logan): Am opting for the NWO defence…. I should’ve, could’ve, would’ve won… if it, they, he, someone hadn’t won, cheated, put that ####ing ring post in the way… But next, this time I will not fail, lose, die…. So I think it’s completely fair tae say … it was all somebody else’s fault.

He sits back arms folded with a satisfied expression on his face, smirking slightly before reaching for his drink.

Both von Richtoven brother’s begin to slowly clap in applause.

(Heinrich): Anyone wanting to take a bet on Fallen taking you seriously?

The two others shake their heads at this.

(Hans): No thanks, I’d rather keep my money.

(Logan): Noticed they all seemed a lot more focussed… On everything but this match. They seem pretty adamant that from here on out… they’re gonnae get their act together and start winning all the titles they havered on about winning at the start of the year.

He takes another sip of his drink.

(Logan): But then again…. They also said they were gonnae train up Kaleb Crotch and Darth Malek and they two pansies are lucky tae get tickets tae the events these days…. So we’ll see how long their focus lasts this time.

(Hans): Don’t you know Logan, they’re going to be saving the day. They don’t have time to train anybody, it’s just not important enough.

The three men stare down at their respective pint glasses, and then back up at one another.

(Heinrich): Who’s round is it then?

The scene slowly fades out to black as Logan, with a lot of protestation about having to do it, slowly gets to his feet and heads towards the bar.