Post by mysteryentrant on Nov 23, 2022 20:12:35 GMT -5
“Beds are Burning” plays as a white piece of paper is seen on the top of a wood tabletop. Various conversations can be heard under the timely tune when the the felt black pen starts to write.
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Dear Online Championship Wrestling,
I want to apologize to you because I could have created an elaborate scene painting a vivid picture of what I’m doing in my personal life or be interviewed in some form or fashion “shooting” from the hip, or going above and beyond to offend everyone around me… but you all seem to be following that cookie-cutter style and I’d hate to do your shit better than you. The one thing I’ve learned in my lengthy career is that you can be the same as everyone else OR you can be DIFFERENT from others. I’ve elected to do the latter to stand out from the pack while in the process understanding the risk versus reward. I guess the first question I have to ask is what the hell is going on with all the drama here? Marcus runs the show, and passes it off to Thad, Thad runs the show until being removed for Strader, Strader has one foot out the door which begs to question just who is taking responsibility for your product?
The more things change the more they stay the same.
It has been over a year since I have given OCW this much of my time or energy. Call it bitterness over being purged? There is nothing better than waking up and seeing you’ve been unceremoniously terminated without so much as a fucking peep from the higher-ups. Perhaps. I’ve elected to grace you with my presence not because I care about beating you; let’s face it, that’s a foregone conclusion. Instead, I’ve elected to show up because I was asked to. The word shocked doesn’t describe the feeling that came over my body because the truth is I’m the LAST person upper management ever wanted to be attached to this product but what better way to slap back than take advantage of this opportunity that has been presented? I’ve thought long and hard about if I was going to lace up my boots for this but yet here I am upping the ante for everyone else involved. I questioned if I would be utilized correctly because the one thing that has been a constant when I was on tour for the last year or so is that the federations will call you… to make their stars look good. Let me be clear, I don’t give two shits about making any of you look good and I fully plan on treating you like the land of the misfit toys for that is exactly what OCW has become. How can any of you look at yourself in the mirror and be proud of what you’re representing? More importantly, are you that hard-pressed to be in the industry that garbage wrestling is the only thing that affords you to pay the bills? It’s fucking embarrassing. It’s almost as embarrassing as the game of hot potato on who is calling the shots. Thad Duke showed up and everyone thought he had the vision to make this place great again only he failed in his efforts because regardless of whether he wants to admit it or not the LAST place in this business for him is steering a ship. Hello Thad, you knew I’d come… and now I’m going to have to burst that bubble, shatter that glass ceiling in this fantasy world that you mean dick in the bigger picture because you’ve taken your eye off the ball which is where guys like me cram it down your goddamn throat. You’re still running around placating like a superhero yet conducting yourself like a villain; no wonder you “took time off” because that act is so tiring you need a fresh coat of paint only you forgot to freaking paint! Contrary to what you may be thinking, I don't hate you. I just know you’re capable of so much more that you’re shitting all over your own legacy with each and every passing day that you’ve stood in the background only to emerge when the timing is convenient.
You’ve had a lot of success with Battle Royale, haven’t you?
Won a shiny toy a few years back if memory serves.
You won’t win a title this time around but you will win a title shot. It's just not going to be for the World Title because that belongs to me at not only your expense but of those surrounding you in the confines of this war that is set to unfold. It would be easy for me to align with you, and perhaps we already are… but the truth of the matter is when I step into that ring it’s one hundred percent business that you are standing in the way of. You might think history will repeat itself… but this time that is the furthest from the truth, Mr. Duke. The only thing you have over these fools is name value, but you’ve lost most of that now haven’t you? Don’t worry kiddo, I’m here to restore that like I’ve done a time or two throughout your career.
I wish I could say that I’m impressed with the landscape.
But I’m not.
When Thad Duke is the highest profile name in the mix with a secondary going to Matt Knox makes this a sad fucking state of affairs. What is that chode even doing here, didn’t he retire? Or was that a hoax? What’s the matter bud? Couldn’t take being at the house with a wife and six thousand kids? It’s crazy to me people look at you as a threat but they can’t see past the mask you wear. Not only can I see through it I’m going to be the guy that ends this comeback before it can begin. Much like Thad you’ve carved your reputation out of being opportunistic, so with a shot at a World Title at stake color me surprised you conveniently decide to dust off the tights. Your nature has defined your entire miserable existence. You tend to crumble under the pressures of being a force in our industry. You flopped as the owner of Pro Wrestling Valor, you choked on your last run as Sin City Wrestling’s World Champion, and to top it all off you let Chris Page fucking own you!
Some threat huh gang?
The dude can’t even figure out if he’s coming or going so allow me to make that decision crystal fucking clear one more time that it’s because of YOU that I was booted out a year ago. Your ego behind that curtain, your whining and complaining about how you’re being used, or lack thereof because you didn’t occupy the top spot. You think that you’re untouchable, you think you’ve got the world fooled into thinking that you give a shit but the truth is you don’t care about anything that doesn’t fixate on Matt Knox.
Quote that for truth.
The fact of the matter is most of you involved in this Rumble are lucky you have jobs in the business because there isn’t a chance in hell that Dylan Thomas is next in line. Not to be a Debbie Downer or anything but these are facts. Ninety-Five percent of you fall into his category which is exactly why you are competing here. It’s like the short bus of professional wrestling and you are all the occupants at the stops. What’s baffling to me is how you expect to be taken seriously when the most any of you have done is bitched about being overlooked or how certain people seem to always get title shots, title shots that HE LOST… did anyone bitching elect to compete? I ask because it’s easy to point fingers at anyone that will listen while holding your pom-poms on the sidelines. What we have before us now is that opportunity for all of you who feel oppressed, that feel looked past, that are under a delusion that World Titles are something you deserve; and while most of you wouldn’t know how to parlay a victory like this into reaping the rewards I happen to know an awful lot about being a World Champion, I know a lot about being booked on top everywhere I’ve bothered to compete, I’m the guy that has Main Evented more Supershows over the last twelve months, the guy who’s phone rings because putting me on YOUR show guarantees more eyes glued to television sets across the fucking globe. There are those in our industry that have that “it” factor and then there are those that are under OCW contracts. Nothing says you guys are amazing at what you do than reaching out to outside talents to come in and save your Battle Royale, right? Your own Twitter account is advertising “legends' from OCW’s past turning up to take part in what is a CAN'T-MISS EVENT over advertising the rest of you.
No wonder most of you bitch about being looked past.
Because you are.
Why else am I here? I mean, I know me and I know what I bring to the table with anything that I give a shit about. So why do I care about this? Because this is an opportunity for me to walk right in through that revolving door of talent that passes through these parts while being that anti-hero OCW desperately needs. I’m not here to shine a light on this product, I’m not here to placate those beneath me, I’m not here to pad a resume, or save the downward spiral that is Online Championship Wrestling. My intentions are pretty simple entering this event that literally takes ZERO talent to win and revolves around picking your spot. How challenging is it to throw someone over a top rope? The answer, it’s not.
Big Bifford? Where is that fat fuck? Oh wait, he’s getting stomped by Charlie on Massacre. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, right big guy? How does it feel to get bested by a second string player from the XWF?
Wasn’t he like the measuring stick around these parts? Or was it Outcast? No wait, it’s a watered-down chump stain referring to himself as Pic. Clever. Not really. You’re the one that is responsible for what is about to unfold because you are the one that asked for competition while pissing in the face of everyone on this existing roster. Smart move. You get to sit back and watch me systemically dissect the OCW roster while stamping my ticket to a one-on-one showdown with you… that is if you can hang on to those pearls. Rumor has it that ol’ Thunder Knuckles could be in line for that strap if he and his lesser half are victorious in this very event.
How fitting would it be if it was him standing on the opposite side of the ring?
I mean there is a story to be told there while dealing with PIC would certainly be less appealing if Option B is in the equation. Yet we might be counting our chickens before they hatch because everyone is looking for that one shot to leave that lasting impression over the “stars” of today and those of yesteryear within an organization that’s reputation in our industry ranks right there above John Cable. The higher-ups have done a fantastical job of protecting you sad saps but now it’s about time to close the door on all of your faces. So much hinges on this for most of you because winning this thing is about the only way you’ll sniff the Main Event scene while all I need to do is show up. They say you can tell a lot by the champions that represent you and looking over this list of talents the only one that’s worthy of carrying any of that gold is Sahara. But even with her in the mix you’ve got three of your five straps being carried by non-original talents. Any place that puts a belt on Charlie Nickels is desperate. The dude is a fourth-rate Tee-Kay with half the talent, I should know… I’ve humbled him too. Wait, the Bastards are the tag champs? Did you guys raid the XWF’s second string to fill your slots?
Don’t answer that.
When you take a step back and see OCW for what it is it’s not rocket science that not only can you barely fill a Television Card, the explanation of why the headhunters dug up some blasts from the past and while they asked at least one notable star to step forth, and show you kids how to play adult games. Now, I understand that my words aren’t going to make me many friends… more importantly… I don’t care. In our business you have two options, you can make friends or you can make money. I’ve got enough of both to last me a lifetime. I guess when it comes to me I felt the need to show my face and use it as a way to further challenge myself. Can I walk into hostile territory and show up a roster that couldn’t carry this Pay-Per-View if their lives depended on it? Can I do the unthinkable and stamp a ticket to a Championship opportunity in which FINALLY this federation can have someone on top they can be proud of?
Because let’s face it… that top strap hasn’t meant shit since Peter Vaughn forfeited it.
Ouch.
Life as you all know it will change for the better when a true leader, a true workhorse not only lends you credibility but takes OCW out of the gutter and transitions it into a top position within our industry with a snap of the fingers just by association alone. Some people carry that power while none of you can fully comprehend it. I would be lying if I said it was going to be easy, but when you shake the cages of the inmates that are running the asylum you are bound to make things a little more complicated for yourself to be successful. Some might question my motives, and they may question my intentions, but all of you are put on notice the mere moment I step foot inside any wrestling ring. The wealth of knowledge and experience I hold in the palm of my hand is enough to change any landscape. Depending on who you ask I’m either one of the greatest of all time or a piece of shit on the bottom of your shoe. I’m cool with both. I’m not for everybody nor do I claim to be. I stand up for what I believe in regardless if it puts other “leaders” on blast for the hypocritical nature this business breeds without any fucks given. I am the only guy they’ve tried to cancel more than Thunder Knuckles and yet I’m still right here or anywhere else that I choose to compete at because not only do I move that needle I establish firmly and quickly that I am the straw that stirs the fucking drink. The problem with this roster is if you line up all you cockwomblers side by side and you stick anyone in front of you, put a blindfold over their eyes, and have them listen to all of your promotional material they won’t be able to tell any of you apart. You guys and gals have been conditioned on the wrong side of the equation because as I’ve previously mentioned at the top of my letter to you friendly peeps you all sound the same. You don’t know how to separate yourselves from a pack to stand out above everyone else while being so fucking complacent with your styles that you just can’t dare yourselves to be different, take a risk, or dare to shatter your own glass ceilings. You play it safe in your sandbox which is exactly why someone like me can show up and embarrass you without so much as breaking a sweat. I also know it’s easy for me to sit here playing Billy Badass while penning this letter versus what it’s going to be like in just a few short days when all bets are truly off and everyone is clamoring to make that all-important statement.
OCW needs someone like me.
OCW craves someone like me.
OCW doesn’t deserve someone like me but in this instance, I’ll make that exception to the rule because even if I come up short you can’t tell me that I won’t be taking some of your pathetic excuses for Professional Wrestlers with me. I’ve always been a bit outspoken, I’ve always said what needed to be said even if it puts me out of favor with the so-called leaders of this profession. With great power comes great responsibility, only none of you can fathom that very statement because you don’t have that kind of power. Hell, most credible names in our industry avoid this place like the plague, and after sitting through Massacre I can see why.
Never in my life have I witnessed more circle jerking from an organization than I saw.
No wonder the higher-ups are trying to get outsiders to show up and save your fucking day because if the fate of the OCW was put in most of your hands the organization would become a bigger laughing stock than it is now… but together we can change that on Sunday Night in the Bronx. All you have to do is show up being your subpar-selves, get eliminated, and thus crown me your Number One Contender where I will go on and thrash PIC or Thunder Knuckles, or whoever the fuck has that paperweight you call a World Title.
… then the fun really begins.
I’ve wasted enough of my time writing you this letter.
… but I’d be foolish if I didn’t come full circle to who your top three will be. Like him or not Thaddeus Duke will be one of the last, and the Bitch Ass Rook that is Matt Knox will be one of the last men left standing because he only seems to show his face in federations that suck on the tip of his cock, and not because either of them is super spectacular but more so because the level of legitimate competition allows it.
That’s where I come in.
I’ll give you something worse than Mason garnering a shot at the World Title, a shot that he LOST mind you but some of you felt the need to “shoot” over I can’t wait to see your faces when my arm is raised in victory over the rest of the drizzling shits that is the competition. Come on, you can’t say it wouldn’t be entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, have any of you figured out my identity yet? I mean, I could easily keep the charade going while watching you try and figure things out. Am I a blast from the past? Maybe. You’ve been given subtle hints throughout my penmanship but then again maybe not because intelligence isn’t the strongest suit when it comes to this fucking dump.
I made OCW dig into the pocketbook for me to appear.
Why?
Because even if hell freezes over and I do happen to lose… I still win. It’s business.
I can’t wait for the floodgates of whining and crying to begin, but unlike most who ALLOW you to run them off with your pack-like mentality behind that curtain, I know why it exists. It hides your self-confidence issues. Now the important part, if you feel like this is directed at you… chances are it probably is.
Sincerely,
Your worst fucking nightmare come true.
The pen hits a wooden table as a pair of hands, caucasian, folds the letter twice over and places it inside a white envelope. The envelope is placed face up on the table as the right hand is seen writing “Bronx, New York ℅ Online Championship Wrestling”. You hear a chair being pushed away from the table as the envelope is taken from the tabletop.
We hear a bell ring as a door opens and closes.
The camera pans up to reveal the back of a figure that places the letter inside a streetside mailbox. The figure turns around but before his identity is displayed we cut out.
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