-Dios-: Hello?

-Mr. Force-: Hello, Dios. I would like to congratulate you on your record-setting win last night against Mike Van Pelt. It was quite the showing from you.

-Dios-: Thank you, sir, but I didn't do much. I didn't win that match with any skills. That guy just sucked...

-Mr. Force-: This is true, but you showed the world how much he sucked. I am proud of you for this.

-Dios-: Thank you, Mr. Force.

-Mr. Force-: Now to get to the point of why I have called. You're scheduled for a match next week on Addiction.

-Dios-: Addiction? Sir, OWF closed down...

-Mr. Force-: It is true that Chris Green tried to close down OWF...But he forgot about WoW. So next week, you will be taking apart in WoW Addiction. And moreover, you'll be facing your first female opponent. Her name is Amanda Davis. Don't underestimate this girl, Dios. She'll come back to bite you in the ass...literally...She's a bit weird like that.

-Dios-: A woman, eh? Well, Mr. Force, you know my rules about women in wrestling. Outside of the ring, I am a gentleman. I'll be the most chivalrous guy any girl has ever seen...But once they enter that ring opposite of me...There is no chivalry left. The second a girl enters that ring, they lose all their personality. They lose all of how they look. I don't see people as black, white, man, woman, good, or bad. I see people as opponents and obstacles that I must overcome. Nothing more, nothing less.

-Mr. Force-: Well, that's quite the philosophy on life. I've never heard of anyone thinking like that. But you know, that is the correct look on life to have. I do warn you again, however, do not underestimate this Amanda Davis chick. She'll kick your ass if you're not careful.

-Dios-: Yes sir. I'll call Gunthor and setup a training session right after I get off the phone with you.

-Mr. Force-: Good good...Now, I've been trying to get you a match against one of the veterans of the OWF, but so far I have been unsuccessful. Perhaps after you dominate Ms. Davis, the OWF staff will reconsider giving you a match higher-up in the card.

-Dios-: I hope so, sir.

-Mr. Force-: Yes, well, I must take my leave now. I will speak with you after your match next week. Don't let me down, Dios. Show the OWF that you're ruthless and aggressive, no matter who they put in front of you. I can see you holding that OWF Championship Title not long from now. Good luck, Dios. Good bye.

-Dios-: Good bye, sir.

{I flip the phone closed and wait a few seconds before flipping back open. I hit the speed dial button, followed by the number two. I put the phone back up to my ear as the phone dials Gunthor's cell phone. It rings three times before he finally answers.}

-Gunthor-: Hello?

-Dios-: Hey, man. I just got off of the phone with Mr. Force. I was wondering if you could schedule me a training session today? I need it for my match next week on Addiction.

-Gunthor-: Addiction? I thought OWF was closed down. What happened?

-Dios-: See, I thought that too. But Mr. Force said something about how the WoW like...inherited the rights to Addiction...So next week is WoW Addiction. I don't know if OWF will be coming back, but I have a match, all the same. So, can you book that session for me?

-Gunthor-: Sure, man. Of course. Umm...Let me call my friend and I'll get you a session as soon as I can. Talk to you in a few minutes, bro. Bye.

-Dios-: Bye, man.

{Again, I flip my phone closed. I turn around reenter the room, but Reina is no longer in the bed. I look up and see that the bathroom door is closed and a light is seeping beneath the doorway. I also hear water running. Reina must be taking a shower. I walk over and knock on the door.}

-Dios-: Good morning, my muchacha. How are you this morning?

-Reina-: I'm doing great, baby. But why should I tell you when you could just come in and SEE how I'm doing...{At that moment my phone begins to vibrate again.}

-Dios-: Dammit...Hold on a second, Reina...My phone's ringing.

{I look down and see that it is Gunthor again. I flip the phone open and begin to talk.}

-Dios-: So, did you get that session scheduled?

-Gunthor-: Yeah, man. Jeremy says that if you come in right now, you can have the gym until noon.

{I look over at the clock on my nightstand. It reads 10:45 A.M.}

-Dios-: Okay...I'll be there as soon as I can. Thanks again, man. See you there.

-Gunthor-: Bye, bro.

{I close the phone for the third time and realize I have to leave now., Damn, no shower-time with Reina today...Fuck!}

-Dios-: Hey, Reina! I have to go, baby. I'm sorry, but I have a training session to get to.

-Reina-: Okay, mi amor. I will be here when you return. Who knows, I might have to take another shower later. Teehee!

{I smile and imagine her winking at me from the shower stall, but I quickly snap out of it. I walk over to my suitcase and grab some training shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. I slip them both on before grabbing a pair of socks. I unroll the ball of socks and slide them on. I step into my wrestling boots and begin to lace them up. After they're securely on, I walk over to the mini-fridge in the corner. I grab a couple bottles of water from it and toss them into my gym bag along with my knee and elbow pads. I head out of the room and down to the parking deck. I get into the rental car that Gunthor got for me and I start the ignition. I do need this training session. Mike Van Pelt was a total waste. This Amanda Davis girl had better give me more of a challenge than he did. It doesn't really matter...Challenging or not, Amanda Davis will feel the Wrath of Dios. I begin to drive out of the parking deck and towards the gym.}