Please allow me to introduce myself...
Oct 21, 2021 7:28:58 GMT -5
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Post by Chris Page on Oct 21, 2021 7:28:58 GMT -5
Dear Online Championship Wrestling,
I hope you don’t mind that I am going with a different approach than most when they consider making an in-ring debut within the confines of a new company. I figured an open letter to you all would be an interesting way to properly introduce myself.
For weeks you’ve seen me occupying television, you’ve heard what I’ve had to say on social media, and you now understand that within this war, I’m not your enemy. I’m the best friend any of you can ever have because I have the keys to the XWF kingdom. I know how to beat your foes regardless of whatever narrative Theo Pryce wishes to display. That’s another story for another day.
Actions.
Actions speak louder than any words. I firmly believe that now is the time to show you what mine are all about. For those that aren’t familiar you’ve got two options in front of you when it comes to me; you can choose to believe what you hear, or you can watch as my haters eat their fucking words.
A couple of things you should all bring yourselves up to speed on is that I’m a man that always has a bigger picture. That always has something brewing within some form or fashion that is very patient when in regards to getting what I want. Every move I make, every word speak is meticulous and has a meaning if you look deep enough to seek it. I’m not the one that’s going to get into a pissing contest with you or anyone else for that matter for I shall allow my actions to speak.
I’m one of the few that understand that this business is more mental than physical. Unfortunately for you, I play both sides incredibly well.
For over thirty long years, I have participated within this sport as I have maintained relevance by slaying monsters, demons… and dare I say… GOATS along the way. DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION YET?
Good.
I choose to fly under the radar.
I choose to loom in the shadows while watching a majority of you write checks your asses can’t cash.
I choose to be the guy who just when you think you’ve got the answers I change the question.
I allow you to believe that your narrative is the gospel to lure you into your goddamn demise; which let’s not kid ourselves, is exactly where you’ve found yourselves if you’re standing across the ring from me. I don’t have to run around and profess how great I am, or run my laundry list of credentials. You’ll do that for me.
Power.
Power is taking a man that is looked at as invincible, and humbling him to his core without such much as laying a finger on him until the time was right, power is just showing up on OCW television only to have an XWF owner sell me as a nothing happening hack, yet you give me so much of your time? Funny thing, I haven’t had a lot to say since he put pen to paper while he can’t seem to stop. When a man wields the power he controls the situation, when you control the situation you win the fucking game. Power is being recruited by every major company in business because my reputation is more solid than oak.
I don’t mind taking three of your shots just to give you one blast from my cannon that knocks you back harder and further while forcing you to ask yourselves if you’ve underestimated me.
You all know who I am.
Stop kidding yourselves.
Something I want to make very clear is that why I can be a tool in your war against the XWF that doesn’t mean for one second that I give two shits about anything more than my own game that we’ve all already begun playing... You’re just now being made aware of it.
That’s right ladies and gentlemen.
We began playing the moment I cracked Alias’s dome at Relentless with that steel chair.
The question becomes, who?
No, I’m not going to tip my hand to you just yet. I’ll allow you to speculate amongst yourselves, whisper in the locker room as I walk past, knowing that it’s looming in the back of your minds that I am here, that at any point I can and will make some of your lives a living hell.
Fear?
It’s non-existent in these veins. My blood runs colder than the seas of the Arctic.
Something about the experience I have teaches you that if you’re as good as you profess to be then it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it’s how you spin the narrative. Losing, while rarely does it happen to me does indeed happen to the best of us. Nobody’s perfect. What you will learn is that regardless of victory or defeat when you wake up on Tuesday morning you’re going to know exactly who the fuck you’ve just dealt with; that is a fact.
Another fact rests within how I crave competition.
It motivates me.
It makes me that much more dangerous than any of you can remotely fathom.
To those of you selected to do battle with the XWF I urge you to seek me out, pick my brain, allow me to give you the blueprints to defeat your counterparts. There’s a reason Theo is downplaying me, I assure you it has everything to do with just how much he’s sweating what information I have at my disposal.
I’m a little shocked that none of you have reached out, none of you have elected to absorb the information that is locked away inside this brain of mine.
The choice to have the conversation is in your hands. I can lead the horses to water, I can’t make them drink.
On Monday night I am going to grace the OCW ring for the very first time, and to say that I’m impressed with the level of talent that’s been thrown my way is sub-par at best. It’s already proving to be a waste of my time and talents to be paired off some prick that looks like he should be cast as modern-day Ike Turner than entering a goddamn wrestling ring with someone that brings to the table what I do… it’s like being a parent on Christmas morning, it’s hard to be excited when you already know what’s wrapped in those boxes. Ultimately what I am getting at is that you have “showcase win” written all over you.
I didn’t come here for “showcases”.
I don’t care if you’re a legend, I don’t care if you push a mop, I don’t care if you wear a championship, I can give two fucks if we have a history or we don’t. The only thing that I care about is my agenda. Does it involve you? I suppose you’ll find out sooner rather than later.
We aren’t friends.
We aren’t peers.
We aren’t going to hang out and have a beer… maybe a joint… if I like you.
The choice on how this plays rests within your actions… but you should remember that actions have consequences, consequences carry repercussions. Are you prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice? Because that’s what it is going to take to survive your brush with greatness.
My eyes are on the prize, are yours?
You complain about abuse of power, you cite favoritism, you look for any excuse to downplay your shortcomings in this business because you can’t look yourself in the mirror and come to grips with the fact that this sport isn’t for everyone. I’ve always been a man of a very simple philosophy; you can bitch about it or you can do something about it. From where I’m sitting there’s more bitching than doing. So what does that say about you?
Longevity is key.
I’ve survived this sport, I’ve conquered this sport, I’ve dominated with an iron fist not only as a talent but an owner as well. I know this business better than anyone on the face of the planet; if I didn’t then explain to me why my DM’s stay with offers? I’m one of the most sought-after talents in the game today, more so today than ever before.
Because I move the goddamn needle.
Can you say the same?
You don’t have to tease me from a distance, you can see me live and in living color if you so choose…
I don’t hide behind a mask.
I don’t make false promises that I can’t deliver upon.
I shoot straight from the hip.
The time has come for you to all be properly introduced to the man that’s going to further change the game.
“Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste.” - Mick Jagger.
Never have those words packed more of a punch than they do at this exact moment, this exact time, under these exact circumstances. I don’t expect special treatment; nor do I look for it. I expect nothing less than doing what I’ve done in every federation I’ve hung my hat on. Dominate.
My name is Chris Page.
You can thank me later.
The time for talk has officially ended.
Sincerely,
Chris Page
P.S. You’re fucked.
P.P.S. You’re still fucked.