-Dios-: Hello?

-Mr. Force-: Hello again, Dios. Congratulations on your first successful interview with the OWF. It's your first step in the marathon of destruction that lies before you. You must accept my apology...With all of the excitement about your return, I completely forgot to tell you some important details. First and foremost, the OWF's show is called Addiction. This week, Addiction will be taking place in Casa Grande, Arizona. Now, if you exit the door straight ahead of you, turn right and you will see a large building. That is the Casaplex. Head over there and ask someone where to find your locker room. I'm sure someone will help you.

-Dios-: Thank you, sir...Is there anything else I need to know?

-Mr. Force-: Let's see...Your street clothes, as well as your wrestling attire, are already in your locker room in two large suitcases. But there is a surprise waiting for you. You'll see what it is when you get there. Good luck, Dios. Show the OWF why you are the God of Lucha-Libre!

{*click* I hear the sound of The Higher Force hanging up. I close the phone and slip it back into my pocket as I make my way towards the door at the end of the hall. After a few minutes, I finally make it. I walk outside and let the cool night air lick at my skin. It feels much better out here than it did in that muggy old room. What kind of place was that anyway? I see a sign not too far away from me and decide to walk over to it. I read it, which, in turn, gives me a large grin. It says, "WWE Talent Facility"...So THAT'S why it was so empty! I chuckle to myself as I set off towards the Casaplex. After walking for what seemed to be hours, I finally arrive at the Casaplex. I see a sign for "Performers Only", so I decide to enter it. Inside are two members of the OWF stage-crew. They don't seem to notice me as they are in a heated discussion. I decide to eavesdrop on the conversation.}

-Crew Member 1-: Dude, I'm telling you! Pancakes are the shit! You can roll them up and have a snack you can take anywhere. Anything that can be spread is a topping on it, which makes it fucking awesome!

-Crew Member 2-: Screw that! Waffles are durable and can also have anything spread on them. But unlike pancakes, Waffles can have liquid stuff in them that wont cause a mess. Let's see you eat a pancake with syrup without a fork!

{I have heard enough...I decide to ask about my locker room...But in a way to piss them both off at the same time.}

-Dios-: Enough! I wish you both would stop being dumbasses! Because we all know that French toast beats the hell out of waffles AND pancakes! Anyways, don't you fat, American pieces of shit think about anything other than food?

{The two crew members look at each other for a second, searching for an answer...Finally, they both nod and answer in unison.}

-Crew Member 1 & Crew Member 2-: Tits!

{I shake my head in disgust. I should have known that pigs like these two are the prime examples of pervertedness. I decide to cut the shit and get to my locker room.}

-Dios-: Guys, listen...My name is Dios...I'm the newest acquisition to the Outsider Wrestling Federation...Where is my locker room?

-Crew Member 1-: Beats me.

-Crew Member 2-: No clue...

{Figures...I guess I have to find it myself. I set off down the labyrinth of hallways and doors, looking at the nametags of every one of them...Angel...Shyne...Glacier...Spaz...Ah, here we go...Dios! I open the door and feel for a light switch, which I eventually find and flip on. Standing in front of me are my two most favorite people in the world. My best friend and training partner, Gunthor and my on-again off-again girlfriend, Reina. Gunthor seems excited to see me, but it's nothing compared to Reina. Reina practically runs across the room and jumps on me. After a barrage of kisses from the Latin beauty, she lets me grab a gulp of air before she begins to speak.}

-Reina-: Ooh Dios! It's been way too long, my little taco-boy. Have you missed me? I've missed you And...

{Just then, Gunthor picks up the small girl and sets her beside him. That's the good thing about Gunthor...He can pick up pretty much anything because of his size and strength. He then begins to speak in his thick, Norweigian voice.}

-Gunthor-: That is enough, Reina...Dios has barely even had time to see us...How are you doing, man?

-Dios-: I'm doing great, my friend...I'm glad to be back...Speaking of which, have either of you heard anything out of my opponents this week, Plague and Sangre?

-Gunthor-: Actually, they've both been saying stuff about the match all week! Plague has been saying stuff about how he thinks the number one export out of Mexico is crappy wrestlers, which I disagree with...They have some mighty fine Tequila...Also, he was bitching about how he is a tag team and world title contender, but he's getting stuck with a cruiserweight title. Then he came on saying stuff about how you're a freak because you wear a mask and that you are making a rookie mistake by underestimating him...

-Dios-: Well, Plague is a dumbass...Some of the greatest wrestlers have come from Mexico...Hell, just look at me! Also, there is a reason why Plague is just a contender for those belts and not the champion. I'll give you a hint...It has nothing to do with cruiserweights. Anyways, who is he to call me a freak? I wear my mask because of a lucha-libre tradition. I wish I could ask him why the hell he wears make up. I guarantee the answer would not make sense at all. Who's the freak now? Lastly, underestimating him? I think the problem is that Plague is overestimating himself. Plague has never faced someone of my caliber. I am the best damn cruiserweight and that's all there is to it...What has Sangre been saying?

-Reina-: He's been saying a lot of useless junk. Something about how he isn't Mexican and that he won't be on good terms with you just because you two have similarities. Just a bunch of useless junk.

-Dios-: I see...Well it seems that Sangre is confused. When I said that it would be up to him whether we were friends or not, that didn't mean that I had already committed myself one way or the other. Frankly, I didn't care whether he was with me or against me. Hell, I was making an offer which he would benefit from it. Either way, it wont matter as I will still be dominant around here. At Addiction, Plague and Sangre will both feel the Wrath of Dios!

-Reina-: Ooh you get me so hot when you're all biblical. C'mere!

{Reina begins to try to suck my face off again.}