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As the camera feed opens up we are able to fully embrace the complete and enriched surroundings that the small electronic device can offer. Within a few moments the unrecognizable walls and shapes become clear and offer us the insight of being within a closed structure. In front of the camera is a huge emblem that we cannot make out, but it occupies the whole wall surface. This apparently is a small section of the building that serves as a large hallway. The camera pans right to reveal a small portion of the room approximately 40’ x 20’, in which a beaten up, abused pool table takes up most of the walking space. Several decrepit old couches smelling of stale beer and cigars are seen surrounding the pool table as if sheltering the table from the white, bare walls. As the camera scans to the left the view passes over the emblem again to reveal the other portion of the building. This side of the building is slightly darker than the other parts and offers only one feeble couch to sit on. A bar at the far end is seen with many empty alcohol bottles residing on the top of it. A man of a large stature is standing at the bar nursing a brown bottle until the contents are eliminated. This man appears to be 6’3” and about 215 pounds. No visible hair atop his head, nor is there visible facial hair. As the man fully turns around we see that he is wearing a zipped up biker’s leather jacket accompanied by a pair of well-worn blue jeans. As the stereotype could not get any more worse, the camera pans down to reveal a pair of cowboy boots that have seen their share of action. When the camera returns to the level position it once was we see the man has started to glare at the camera. His only movements are slow even breaths. He begins to move towards the end of the bar, and as the camera follows him we now notice a once hidden door that leads to the back yard. The man walks out the door silently while holding a six pack. Hesitation can seen by the jerky motions of the camera, but once the operator realizes that the man is not coming back, he decided to follow him. Once out side, before any features could be seen of the outside landscaping, the man begins to speak while motioning the camera…no…the camera’s operator, to sit down on a log that rests beside a large bonfire. Before the man speaks he starts to puff away on a cigar that he must have taken from his pocket and lit before the cameraman made it outside.

~MAN~

I have called you out here, to my humble place of unobstructed sanctuary, so that I can discuss several things. First off my name is Delta Chi…Oh, wait…That is my wrestler’s name. My real name is Zachary Kyle Lowe. You viewers have not seen me before due to my nonexistence in this federation, but let me assure you, that will all change. In fact, I am doing this because I think I need to get my name out there. Let the boss’s and fellow wrestlers get a good look at me. The fans too need to know what is getting ready to go down in a couple of days. I have already put in my application and resume so that I can join this fine federation, so it’s only a matter of hours that I will become an official wrestler. I’ve been kind of a fan, if you will, watching from my television screen as other wrestlers put up promotions and what not, thinking to myself, “Why not me?” A fair question I might add. Why can’t a guy like me come into a fledgling federation and try to make a name for him? Well, today’s the day people! I’ve decided to join and see what it takes, but I’m getting in way in front of myself. I just came her to tell everyone that I’m going to be the new guy in town for a while, and to watch out. I see a lot of potential and talent out there, which is encouraging, since that’s why I came her in the first place; however, I think it’s going to take a little more ability than what I’ve seen to beat me. But, that’ll have to wait until the day I get my first match. I have already extended a hand of friendship to all of those wrestlers out there that are willing to give a newbie a chance. What is that you ask? I am offering a partnership, a tag team. That’s right! Any one of you guys out there in the federation that think they can keep up and hang with me, the big dog, than I encourage you to come and seek me out. It could be the beginning of a beautiful thing.

Delta Chi takes a nice long drag off his cigar and lets it roll around in his mouth for a second or two before he exhales the smoke into the air. He then reaches down and brings up a glass that is filled with an off yellow colored liquid. Perhaps gin. He takes a sip and then another drag from his cigar before he continues.

Which brings me to my next point. There have been a couple of wresters that have already caught my eye, which can be a good thing depending on my situation. The first wrestler that caught my eye is the King Of The Cage champion Donnie Downfall. The first and foremost reason he has caught my fancy is that he is the only champion of anything right now. The champion of anything, especially in wrestling, deserves attention, respect, admiration, and above all else reverence. This I can only give to a man that has a title, or at least a title higher than mine, which at the current moment is none! So Mr. Downfall, you have from me something that not many get from me, my time of day. I do wish, however, we meet in the ring someday so that I can truly see how talented you are. But trust me boy, if you are not up to snuff, then you are in for a real beat down. So, don’t let me down. You do possess a couple of qualities that I do respect, and I like you for that, so don’t let me challenging you make you feel like I’m picking on you or even hating on you. The next person that has seemed to spark my interest is Flamez. Hmmm…What to think about you? You’re qualities, too, have my attention, but again, like your counterpart, have the makings of a downward spiral from the top, beginning with me. As with Donnie Downfall, I too wish to challenge you and gauge your true ability. The best advice I can give you both is to practice hard, eat well, and sleep tight, for if you cross me, your pathetic careers will be over. Speaking of over, this interview has almost run its course. So I must finish up and recapitulate for all you fans, wrestlers, and owners out there. I am new, and I’m looking for a place to open shop. Lucky for you I’m now at this federation ready to make a name for myself. Mr. Downfall and Mr. Flamez, your futures can be as bright as mine, if you play your cards right. The rest of you wrestlers are not worth my time, so go back to the pubescent death hole you crawled out of. Finally, I want a match soon, so that I can show off my goods, so I impress upon the owners, put me in soon…no, scratch that, put me in now! I wish the dynasty known as the D~Chi dynasty to begin with absolute authority!

With his last statement Delta Chi gets up and stretches his body to its full, massive extent. He then finishes his gin and throws the glass into the fire causing the fire to rebel at the assault by spitting out hot ash and flames. Delta Chi then collects the rest of his belongings and heads back inside the building, and with a loud click, the deadbolts to the building are now in the lock position. The camera crew walks to the front of the building to give an added shot so that the guys back at editing can add an effect to the interview. As they get to the front the Greek letters delta and chi are alight in red and green giving off a threatening gloom. The camera then does a cross fade and everything turns to black leaving the fans and wrestlers alike a since of changing wind in the future. The pits of their stomachs jump with joy at a new champion, but yet their stomachs are twisted with anxiety of what these winds might entail. But in the end,

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