As the camera feed opens up only the back of Delta Chi can be seen sitting in a oversized satin covered chair. The room in which this particular setting is taking place is a dark and cold. It is devoid of any wall hangings or light fixtures. A widow on the left side of the room is the only connection to the outside world, which at this moment is hostile with driving rain, howling wind, and pitch black void. In front of Delta Chi and the chair is a fireplace that has a pleasant and warm fire burning within its belly releasing its intoxicating heat in any direction that it was made welcome. On top of the drowsy atmosphere there seems to be a ghostly cloud of mist hanging about the floor making it impossible to determine where the ethereal vapor ends and the floor begin. The camera stays transfixed on the swirling mass of fog that seems to take on a life of its own as if it were fighting with itself to an unattainable freedom. A small renegade puff of smoke ascends from between the chair and the fireplace. Not quite the mysterious haze that is forever confined to the earth, but a formless mass that appeared from the effects of burning tobacco leaves that have been rolled and cured for the inhalation of man. Because of this distraction the camera notices that above the white marble mantel piece is a very enormous antique mirror. The mirror betrays the reflection of Delta Chi sitting in the chair while in a satin house robe with the Delta Chi emblem placed above the left breast. Delta Chi’s look is one of a cruel demeanor that not even his mystifying eyes will betray. After taking a slow calculated drag off his stogie Delta Chi begins to speak.
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~DELTA CHI~
As I sit here with you all from T.V. Land on this cold, dark, and demented night, I would like to talk about some thoughts that have been dominating my mind lately. First of all, when we observe nature, i.e. a wolf, we see that they are most loyal to the pack. The wolf is willing to die defending the integrity of the entire pack on any moments notice. A most honorable quality whether it be beast or man. The wolf, too, is a vicious hunter. It only preys on the weak, sick, and dying of the breed it wishes to feed upon. Again it achieves this feat by roving in packs. Teamwork, another admirable quality I hold in high esteem. Men in the past feared the wolf and killed the magnificent beast for fear that they were on the food chain, but what they didn’t realize is that these animals also posses a high intellect. When you place duty, teamwork, and high intellect into a lean mean killing machine, you’ve got one of God’s most diverse and fearsome creatures on earth. One, as such as me, would be very weary of entering into combat with a wolf so easily. However, come Wednesday night, I am faced against one named Lone Wolf. As we can tell from the name, he already betrays the wolf namesake by choosing a life of isolation. Eliminating two key qualities of the wolf he is already at a disadvantage. His willingness to be a loner or even lead a separate life away from the pack shows that he too lacks the third quality a wolf so sacredly holds dear, high intellect. With none of these qualities present in this “Lone Wolf” then perhaps he is not as fearsome as his name lets on to be. In fact, I am lead to believe that this man may just be a pup, a no-namer jobber that brings attention to him by claiming independence and taking the identity of a fearsome animal of God’s kingdom. This only proves one thing; he is trying to make up for something that he lacks. I believe that that thing is his poor performance in the ring. As good as he may think that he is when I become one with the ring, his best will only be paled by my great ability in the ring, but why should you believe me? I have not proven myself worthy as of yet have I? Well, apparently I’ve been given a title shot on my very first chance here in the federation, and not only that, but I replaced a man on the last minute. That says volumes. So Mr. Lone Wolf, your time is limited here in this fed as we both know it. I will show you how it feels to be the prey, to be the stalked, to be the hunted.
Delta Chi stands up just then with a mad look within his eyes as if to be unquenched by this world’s offerings. As he takes a nice long healthy pull from his cigar he starts towards the window. Within a couple of paces a peel of lightning illuminates the whole sky and room in an instant flash giving everything a grave lifelike stature for a second, and as soon as it had been given life everything went dark again cruelly taking its fledgling existence away. Delta Chi pauses momentarily, but then continues to the window. When within a foot from the window he shifted his weight to a comfortable stance and stared out the window lost in thought. After a couple of minutes that seemed to last forever he began to speak again.
Prey…Pray…Prayer…Yes it seems that Raptor may need to start this relatively old concept of praying because he too has very low chances of success in the ring versus yours truly. Let me explain. If he wishes to be like the ancient dinosaur that is known by the slang name of raptor, then he fulfills it quite well. Unlike the wolf, the raptor was not so intelligent. They were incredibly strong and hunted in packs, but this is wrestling. There is no wrestling in packs here, unless you put together a group of misfits from the federation and then just randomly attack other wrestlers. No, I don’t think that you’ll do that; it seems you would need to be able to have a high enough I.Q. to form a plan as such. Now, being incredibly strong…I don’t buy it for a second. It’s real easy to pick on the plant eaters, or in your case your baby brother, and call yourself strong than what reality truly is for you. So, what I’m trying to say here is that you are an antiquated and ignorant wrestler that should quit before you even start. It’s really not fair to other young and hopeful wrestler that have some ounce of potential to have their dreams of wrestling in the big leagues be dashed because you are just a place holder. Well, come Wednesday, I will grant your wish to you fully; I’m going to make you a permanent place holder in some coffin in some random plot of dirt, so at least this way you are actually some good to something: the worms. Ah, how I grow weary of this talk. All it is doing is vexing me to the fullest. I need some rest.
Delta Chi walks slowly away towards the opposite of the room where the window is located. As he rubs his temple with his left hand he throws what is left of the smoldering cigar into the still ravenous fire. When he gets to the door he opens it with great care and out from the door comes a deep soul-altering cry. The door then begins to close when the massive body of Delta Chi clears it, and as this massive door of heavy oak is preparing to slam with a large thud the camera’s feed too comes to a close…
~THE NEXT DAY~
The camera comes alive again, but this time instead of the dreary room filled with a ghastly mist from the netherworld, it is replaced with a flooding of light produced from the sun. The once glorious and lively fire now lies in ruins as its ashes glow to survive but as a brutal trick the small breeze from the slightly opened window will not completely finish the job of killing the sad looking embers. The camera then moves to the window and peers out into a vast wide open and hilly field. No trees can be seen, nor can any shrubbery be seen. Before the camera moves back to focus in on the desolate room a movement from out in the field brings the camera’s attention back in. A large opossum can be seen running from a huge Doberman Pincher; it dives, jukes, and spins around but can’t seem to shake it and finally it falls down and stops moving. The Doberman comes over and sniffs at it with great intent, but still very unsure of the animal it had just chased to death. The dog moves in closer and actually nuzzles the downed opossum trying to gauge a reaction. Finally the dog gets comfortable with the downed opossum and gets ready to start biting at it when all of the sudden the opossum launches at the dog. The dog in complete surprise and shock jumps and yelps. The barks it tries to manage are useless and only come out as whines and whimpers for the opossum had ended up biting a piece of the dog’s nose off. Then a voice from behind the camera makes the camera operator jump which in turn makes the picture jump and is spun around quickly to see Delta Chi still dressed in his house robe.
Yes, the opossum is quite a unique animal. When it senses danger or a potential threat it will play dead as to fool the aggressor, i.e. in this situation the dog. In so doing that the opossum is able to get a good lick in on the dog and force the dog to retreat. Element of surprise, a most valuable tool against any opponent and quite possibly my favorite tool to use on opponents. This will come in handy this Wednesday for my third and final opponent. The first two seem like they will just bow out early due to their ability to wrestle; moreover, this is even more so the case since it is a hardcore match. My final opponent, named TJ Doom, is in for the biggest surprise of his life. I was able to catch his little shenanigans back at the ring on the other day and let me tell you what…He truly believes that his opponents, including me, have no chance in the world to beat him in any way. I believe he said, “They have no idea what is in store for them”. Excuse me for a second while I try to figure this statement out. He tells his fans, which include…, that he in essence will bring down a fury of wraith and pain upon us, but to demonstrate this he picks out a fan that doesn’t like him and bad mouths him. He, a “professional” wrestler, fighting a fan…That doesn’t seem to illustrate the point of him sending us to the hospital all that well. Any wrestler can take his aggression out on a hapless fan and win. Is that what we’re here for anyway? Professional wrestling is here to entertain the crowd, our fans, and prove on the mat once and for all who is the best. So good job to you Mr. Doom for beating up a fan, it sure did make me think twice about wrestling you. The part I had to rethink was how much pain I wish to inflict on you. Remember your little road to stardom and career building goes through at least three men on Wednesday, but the person you should fear the most is me. I may not sound fearsome, and I have not proven myself to anyone yet…but my time will come, and you will be an afterthought to my victory. I seem to be missing something, however…Ah yes! The hardcore championship is on the line on Wednesday’s fight. Seeing as how I was given a shot within the first day of being signed, I just can’t let this opportunity slip away. It’s not really my forte either, since I favor a good clean fight to match strengths, not cheep shots. As I said before, however, I can’t turn down a shot this good. The hardcore championship will just be my first step towards complete domination over this federation. Then onto bigger and better things. To recapitulate on everything that I’ve said since last night, I would say this match is not going to be much of a fight at all. At most this match may turn out to be a scuffle. Of course, there will be a couple of jobbers that’ll get their feelings, and not to mention bodies, hurt because of their cockiness and just their pure lack of talent. Hardcore or not, I’m coming at you TJ Doom, Raptor, and Lone Wolf, and the repercussions will be hell to pay! Now leave me! I must eat some breakfast and do some calisthenics.
As we see Delta Chi turn around and walk away the camera feed goes to black background with this picture and phrase placed over it. This stays up for 15 more seconds then the whole feed is cut and regularly scheduled cable programming is resumed.
Δ Nothing Else Matters Χ
