The scene opens up in the venue for this Wednesdays warfare. Sitting in his wrestling gear is Heironeous, the only difference with him is that he has a towel over his shoulders and appears to have been sweating.

"Hello Ladies, Gentlemen and junior Paladin's everywhere. Welcome back to the Hour of light. I, Heironeous have a few more words to say about this weeks match. Here to help me with this is my good friend Mr Steve Sayors." The camera pans out to catch a rather nervous looking Steve who is clearly unused to being in this side of the interview whilst still being the interviewer. As they shake hands and offer each other a polite smile, Heironeous hands him the microphone.

"Umm yeah thanks. Indeed welcome as we get a final few comments from a defender of a briefcase. So Heironeous, how does it actually feel to hold such a coveted thing?"

Heironeous can't help but hold a smile from creeping over his face, pride maybe frowned upon but sometimes a little self satisfaction is never a bad thing.

"Well Steve, it's a mixed reaction really. It's great to have it, after all I am currently in that Elimination Chamber, yet the pressure is immense. It's like having a new championship belt, you never leave it at home, you polish it and even take it to bed sometimes... well not that I actually.... ok once but that was the first night." Steve looks at the camera unsure of what to make of that. I mean taking a briefcase into bed is like sleeping with Rosie O'Donnell. "I have a target on my back and until I feel comfortable with that every match will feel bigger and harder than the last. I can tell you now if I lost this briefcase I would be very much heartbroken."

Steve lightly scratches his chin, "Interesting. So do you have anything else to say to Tony Santos?"

Heironeous shifts his weight a little in his chair to make him sit that little bit more upright. His attention shifts totally towards the camera. His eyes are calm and almost tranquil.

"Yes Steve I actually do. Look Tony, maybe I miss judged you. I just never figured you for the sorta guy who would actually take the time to actually read a book, especially six like the Lord of the Rings." Steve raises a finger to correct him but he doesn't actually (Multi-repeating words are fun.) get a chance to do so. "No there was originally six but then they got compressed into three, interesting fact that. Also another interesting fact is about Tony Santos. For a man who speaks a lot he certainly doesn't have say nothing. Perhaps you could put it down to confidence, perhaps. Or Perhaps he has nothing that truly warrants saying in the first place. As I believe it was Terry who said that stupid people just talk to make noise. Well I believe that Tony does fit into there."

He again changes his weight but his eyes are seemingly less tranquil than before a smolder of passion lurks in those blue pools.

"I am a bad role model for sticking to the rules of a match. Wooooo good job there TS. It's a falls count anywhere there are no rules and the youngsters of today need to be told that when an opportunity arises you need to take it with both hands but take it fairly. A lie or cheat. Slander or Deceit can tarnish a good name forever. The enemy of my enemy will still get his butt kicked."

He slowly slides back away from the camera. his eyes close for a few moments as he moves his neck to the left cracking the air pockets within the joints.

"Do you have anything else to say to Peter Gilmour or John Madison? This rivalry seems to have taken an interesting turn."

Heiro smiles a little, then bursts into a tidal wave of laughter. Laughter being the addictive substance that it is manages to get Steve and the cameraman to laugh however their laughter is a little more nervous as if they don't quiet get the joke. After wiping away a few tears Heiro turns to Steve directly.

"Indeed Steve, indeed. PG and I are far from over. He's like Chlamydia, no matter how many times you have it treated the itch always comes back. I really do look forward to the next time we meet again. I would like to once again offer my prayers for Miss Rose Smith." He looks back to the camera his eyes heavy with the guilt and remorse. "Nothing I can say will change what happens but I remain deeply sorry." He shifts his attention back to Mr Sayors. "As for the faker that Is PJ, well I have one line only to say to him. John Madison..." Delivering this message personally to him as he bores a hole into the camera lens as he glares intensely straight ahead of him. "A pox on the phoney king of XWF!"

"Well thank you for your wonderful insight Heironeous." Steve offers his hand to him but Heiro continues to glare at the camera and a long awkward few seconds pass until Heiro snaps himself away and takes Steve's hand.

"The pleasure was mine. Join me on the next installment of the Hour of Light where I shall be joined by Liz Weinburg, an Octopus and hopefully fingers crossed a talking parrot."

The camera pans away as they both wave, Steve a little less exalted than Heiro.