You know what... I'll admit. You're funny. You oughta be a stand-up comic at the Apollo or something. I'll also hand it to you, you're a terrific athlete. And finally, yes, I suppose it would be sexual assault, but can you honestly tell me that's something becoming of a champion? A champion should set an example for the rest of the roster, you should be BETTER than these other vultures. You should be the one showing them the light... but since you remain in the shadows? I've taken it upon myself to fill that most pivotal of spots. See, you get me wrong. I'm not some sad, pathetic cutter, sitting in a corner listening to Blood on the Dance Floor CDs.

I AM a Warrior, I'm a Savior, hell, in the grand scheme of things sir, I'm a GOD. Why do I say this? Simple. Because I've come here to deliver the XWF from the Deep Six hole it's slowly buried itself unto over the years. Truth, my dear friend. The truth is, the XWF has been headed down the same path for far too long. It's a hollow, desolate, self-destructive path. I don't want to be a part of a company that lingers in mediocrity and hides within a dysmal abyss. And I know neither do you, or mostly anyone else that calls the Realm of Xtreme their home.

This place could be the absolute greatest wrestling company going today, and in a way, it is. It's open to any number of crazy characters, such as myself, when someone like me would be turned away at first sight at other places. And Trax, despite the fact that you have charisma and god-given talent, you would never have the sort of freedom at other places that you do here. BUT... freedom does have its limits, as it should. And I take it upon myself to remind people of that... The Truth.

The Truth is, many of the men and women in this company are talentless, go-nowhere black holes, and any match they touch instantly becomes unwatchable. Many of the members of management don't know a THING about running a wrestling promotion unless you're talking about running it straight into the ground. And the bias and politics and blatant reach-arounds in this place are both staggering and disappointing. Face it, the XWF is almost beyond saving... almost.

Vice. Vice, my friend, is something few people have a true grasp on. Drink, party, smoke a few, grab a few hookers and fuck your brains out till the morning sun comes. Not being facetious here, not in the least. I'm being brutally honest.

Because only those who live life on the edge are creative and intelligent enough to know where the edge ends.

Listen. Learn. Ponder. See you on The Other Side.
~O.M.