-Dios-: Come in...It's open.

{I spin the chair around to face the door. The door swings open and a man of flamboyant tastes enters the room. His orange and brown turtleneck sweater sits comfortably upon his stick-like figure. His designer jeans seem to have a prefect crease down the legs. He is followed by a cameraman and a boom-mic operator. I look at the odd trio and give them a questioning look.}

-Dios-: Can I help you?

-Flamboyant Guy-: Excuse me, Mr. Dios...My name is Toby Wilks...I was wondering if I could have an interview with you? It would only take about twenty minutes, if you'd comply.

{Why is it that people want to interview me at the most inappropriate times? I sigh and agree to it.}

-Dios-: Sure, why the hell not? Just make yourselves at home.

{Toby struts over and sits, cross-legged, in a wooden chair opposite to where I am sitting. The cameraman and boom-mic operator both get into position and await Toby's cue. Toby runs his hands through his hair a few times before clearing his throat.}

-Toby Wilks-: Okay, guys, here we go...Three, two, one...Go! Hello, OWF fans! I am Toby Wilks and today, I am here with the absolutely fabulous wrestler, Dios. Now, Dios, we are all wondering...Why did Mike Van Pelt attack you a few nights ago on Addiction?

{What the hell? Did this piece of shit not watch the Addiction a week-before-last?}

-Dios-: Uhh...Two weeks ago, I made OWF history by defeating Mike Van Pelt in eighteen seconds...He wanted revenge.

-Toby Wilks-: I see...I see...Now why did he choose a chair to hit you with? Was he sitting on a chair in his locker room slitting his wrists because of his loss? Or is it because a chair may be some kind of symbol for power in his mind? Or maybe perhaps the cold steel on his hands gives him a massive erection?...I definitely know that feeling.

{What the fuck!?}

-Dios-: Uhh...It was probably the closest thing to him...And please, for the love of God, never say erection again...

{Toby nods but starts to stare at my crotch. He asks his next question without even looking up.}

-Toby Wilks-: Fine...Next question...What is your game-plan against Mike Van Pelt this Monday on Addiction?

-Dios-: Well, there's no real way of deciding a game-plan, as the match is a no-disqualification street-fight. I do have an objective however. It is my goal for this monday to not only defeat Mike Van Pelt for the second time, but I want to beat him faster than I did two weeks ago!

{I look directly into the camera.}

-Dios-: MVP, I know that you're watching me right now. I just want you to get ready as best as you can. What I mean by that is to be prepared...Not by training all day and night, trying to get up to my level of skill, but to have a stockpile of bandages, gauze-strips, tape, and a doctor on stand-by. After this match, MVP, I doubt that you will ever be able to wrestle again. You will bleed Monday, Mike. Just wait and see. You will most definitely feel the Wrath of Dios!

{I sit back and relax as Toby Wilks continues to stare at my crotch.}

-Toby Wilks-: Okay then...Moving on to stuff not involving the OWF. How would you describe your relationship with Reina?

-Dios-: I would describe it as fantastic. It's going great for me. Reina supports me and helps me in ways no other person could ever do. She's a real stress-reliever as well as the love of my life.

-Toby Wilks-: Ooh...How...Nice...

{There is an obvious sense of sarcasm in Toby's statement. Nevertheless, Toby continues.}

-Toby Wilks-: What about this Gunthor guy? He seems like a bodyguard, but you've proved that you don't need one. Why is he here?

-Dios-: He is my best friend and also my training partner, nutritionist, personal assistant, secretary, and most of all, my back up.

-Toby Wilks-: Is that so? If Gunthor is your back up, then why did he allow Mike Van pelt to "pelt" you with that chair last week?

-Dios-: He allowed it because I told him to. Before the match, I told Reina and Gunthor that this was my first match against a woman in the OWF. I wanted a fair fight, so I told them to stay backstage, no matter what.

-Toby Wilks-: How admirable. One last question, Mr. Dios. This week's match against Mike Van Pelt will mark your first full-month in the OWF. Has your career gone as-planned so far? And what are your plans for the future?

-Dios-: Has my career gone as planned? Well, I guess so, with the major exception to last week's Addiction. I've proved that I cannot be beaten without the opponent cheating. That was my goal when i came here...To dominate. So far, I'm did a little bit of dominating, but I'm still getting the rust off of me. As for the future, let's just say that the OWF Cruiserweight Title will be back in the hands of the deserving soon enough. Also, the other champions may need to watch their backs more...I may just come after them as well.

-Toby Wilks-: Thank you, Mr. Dios. And thank you, OWF fans for tuning into this exclusive interview! this has been Toby Wilks with the former OWF Cruiserweight Champion, Dios. Good night!

{The camera man waits a few seconds before pointing at Toby. This must be the "You're clear" sign. The boom-mic operator and cameraman both exit my locker room quickly, but Toby hangs around, still staring at my crotch. This is getting rediculous.}

-Dios-: Uhh...Toby?

{Toby snaps out of it and blushes. He adjusts his turtleneck sweater before standing up and reluctantly leaving. As his footsteps die away, I sit back and breath a sigh of relief...I thought that guy was going to try to rape me or something. I feel the cool, comfortable leather against my skin as my eyelids are weighted down. They just barely get closed before my cell phone rings. I flip the phone open and put it to my ear without even looking to see who is calling.}

-Dios-: This had better be important...I'm busy.

-Voice-: Too busy for me?

{Fuck...It's The Higher Force.}

-Dios-: No, sir, Mr. Force. I apologize. I was just about to take a nap and didn't look at the phone.

-Mr. Force-: Don't worry about it. I have more pressing matters to discuss with you. Obviously you have forgotten what happens when you lose. Especially when you lose a title...

{Ooh shit, I DID forget...It's coming back to me now...The last time I lost...}

-Dios-: Please, sir, don't hurt Reina. It was my fault. Punish me, not her.

-Mr. Force-: I've decided to be lenient with you, Dios, considering the way you lost. But next time, I might not be as nice.

-Dios-: Thank you, sir. You're very gracious, sir.

-Mr. Force-: I do expect you to exact your revenge this Monday though. If I'm not thoroughly entertained, you'll know next Tuesday.

-Dios-: Don't worry, Mr. Force...MVP will need CPR once I'm finished with him.

-Mr. Force-: Good...For Reina's sake, I hope so...I'll be watching...Good bye, Dios.

{I hear the *click* of him hanging up. I close my phone and slip it back into the pocket of my denim jeans. I spin the chair back around to the television and begin to look at whatever program is on. Not really watching the show...Just looking...and thinking...}