Tactics..

Tactics n. pl. art of disposing armed forces esp. in contact with enemy; procedure calculated to gain some end, skilful device

To win, you just cannot enter and expect everything to come into your lap. To succeed you have to use your mind. Tactics are involved, thinking things through is a must, one slip up and you could find yourself packing your bags. When your from a foreign country you have to be one of the most marked men in the business. People do not want you here, you know that.. but still you put up with the abuse you cop day in and day out.

"Hmm.. boil that kettle for me John, right?" asks Delirious speaking to his friend John Mitchell.

"No matter what time of the day it is Steve, your always after a cup of tea" jokes Mitchell.

Typical englishman, never happy with just one cup, keeps coming back for more and more.

"After oWa shut it's doors you have just been lazing around, get out into the open! See the sights of America.. it cannot be all bad, surely?" questions Mitchell.

"Ah, there is no point.. I have seen it. Garbage, garbage and more garbage. Anyway, this tournament has begun, didn't you see the fax yesterday afternoon?"

Mitchell shakes his head, Delirious entered himself in a wrestling tournament, just to test himself.. see what level he is at. After all, this will be his last ever wrestling experience he will ever have.

"No regrets about throwing it away Steve? You had a good brief stint in oWa, what made you throw it away now?" John is still a bit upset that Delirious has decided to give up wrestling after this tournament. Knowing he has potential, it will all just go to waste.

"Nah, not at all.. in fact I am sure everyone will be happy not to see this ugly english bastard again. It could all end next Saturday against Patrick Wilson, though I am not counting on it. I have a few tactics to get rid of this hazard first up, only the best from an englishman!"

It would a disaster if Delirious was to be out first round, no one would pick it.. but then again no one is taking notice of him. Something he does not mind, he would rather go through un-noticed than get the publicity, obviously that is the sort of person he is. Mitchell hands Delirious his fine english cup of tea, a few digestive biscuits are placed on the side.

"No one knew who I was when I entered oWa. Surprised a few with the gaining of the oWa Revolution Championship.. something I didn't expect."

Thinking back on his small stint in oWa, he has the same type of feeling just before it had opened it's doors than with this tournament.

He has always never been pictured as a favourite, from that stupid side-part hair do, to the unliking attitude he has on people.

"Ah, so there it is.. eastern division.. seeded fourteen, not bad Steven still alot of work to go.. this is only the first day." exclaims Mitchell.

"Of course, I still have alot more tactics up my sleeve.. after all I am only a little innocent englishman! Nothing that Patrick Wilson or anyone else has to worry about."

A smile from ear to ear arises on Delirious.

Expectations on people can be their demise, pressure can break the camel's back ending their chances. With no pressure on Delirious is he bound for glory? Or bound for a first round exit, only something that can be told with time.