P.A.: Here We Are! Born to be Kings, We're the Princes of the Universe!

{I just beat Little Tornado's replacement, Mike Van Pelt, in eighteen seconds. That was easy as hell! Well, I just can't keep from dominating this company...I've only had two matches, but I've already won a title and set a record for the quickest match! Mike Van Pelt is getting back to his feet as some Greg Jackson Interview makes my music cut off. I take this opportunity to get in some extra blows...I kick Mike in the gut before delivering a huge DDT to him. I smile and roll out of the ring. At the bottom of the ramp stands the referee from my match, Andrew Caps, and he has my Cruiserweight Title. Andrew hands it over as he starts to speak.}

Andrew Caps: Good job out here tonight, Dios.

{Good? What the hell? Is this guy stoned or something? I didn't do anything to even be half-way good!}

Dios: You haven't seen anything yet. If you thought that was impressive, just wait until next week. I feel sorry for the poor sap that I'm gonna have to face.

{I drape my Cruiserweight Title over my shoulder as Andrew frowns at my abundance of confidence. I don't care if this guy thinks I'm over-confident. When you're good, there's nothing wrong with being confident! I pass by Andrew and head up the ramp as the OWF audience are still being occupied by Greg Jackson's interview. I pass through the curtain and jump down the steps, landing on the tiled floor below. I turn the corner and start walking down the hall towards my locker room. It seems like an eternity, but I finally arrive in front of the door with the brass nameplate that reads "Dios, OWF Cruiserweight Champion". I fling open the door and enter my domain. Sitting on the couch is my good friend, Gunthor. He smirks oddly as he nods towards the television in front of us. Obviously, he saw the poor performance from Mike Van Pelt. I walk over and hang my title on a hat-rack as Gunthor begins to speak.}

Gunthor: Well, all I gotta say is that a win is a win. How many more times is the OWF going to put piece-of-shit wrestlers in front of you? I think you've proven that you can roll over the rookies with a snap of your fingers...Why can't you get some better people to face? People like Angel...or "The Mifit" Spaz...or even Electric Guitar? You need to demand more of a challenge, Dee!

Dios: I know, but like you said, man...A win IS a win. Speaking of winning, where is Reina? Usually she's the first person to see me after the match...

Gunthor: She went back to the hotel...She hasn't been feeling very good today.

Dios: Ok...I need to call her and tell her about my match tonight.

{I walk over to my suitcase and open it. My cell phone rest upon a folded shirt. I pick up the phone and hold down the button for "Voice Dialing".}

Dios: Reina.

{I smile as I see the phone auto-dial Reina's number...Today's technology rocks. I raise the phone to my ear and await my love to answer her phone.}

Reina: Hello?

Dios: Hey, honey. It's D...I just wanted to call and tell you that I won my match. Actually, I set a new record for the OWF. It only took me eighteen seconds to beat Mike Van pelt.

Reina: That's great, baby! I'm so proud of you! I'm sorry I couldn't be there...I just felt like shit, you know? I'm back at the hotel, if Gunthor hasn't told you.

Dios: Yeah, he told me. How are you feeling?

Reina: Well, actually, I'm feeling MUCH better...You know...I went shopping earlier today...I was wondering if you wanted to see what I bought...

Dios: Well...umm...I'm sure whatever you bought is uhh...cute. I'm really tired, honey...I think I'm going to take a nap here and come back to the hotel later on...

Reina: Ooh...I guess Victoria will get to keep her Secret...Too bad...I had some new toys too...

Dios: I will be right there!

{I hang up the phone and rush to get my bag...Gunthor watches me, worried.}

Gunthor: D, what's wrong? Is Reina ok?

{I'm so excited...I start to jumble up my words.}

Dios: Uh...Reina...umm...Victoria...Boobs...Dios Jr...Uhh...SEX!

{I rush out of the room as Gunthor watches me with a disgusted, yet understanding, look on his face.}