This, is fact: the Great & Devious UltraMantis Black has never held a professional wrestling title! Anywhere, at any time. Not a
singles title, not a tag team title, not a trios titles. No Young Lions Cup, no Campeonatos de Parejas, and, of course, no Grand
Championship. Previously, I never felt an urgency to acquire gold, trophies or titles, preferring to spend my energies on other
transcendental endeavors such as attaining the supreme and the mortal concept of destroy/erase/improve. Even now, I still possess
certain misgivings about such pursuits.
But, alas, I have reached a turning point in my career. I have spent the past 10 years of my life within the confines of the
CHIKARA ring and I have observed much from this perspective. I have seen men and women come and go, I have seen careers born
and careers ended. I have waged wars and had wars waged against me; led an army into battle. I have built and re-built a legion
of loyal devotees. I have seen and experienced the very metamorphosis that CHIKARA itself has gone through. And yet, for me, this
is not enough. Because you see - try as I may to fight it - there is a feeling deep in the darkest corner of my soul that I cannot
suppress. A feeling of longing and desire. A desire to do as so many who have come both before and after me have already done - to be
called a champion. To have my arm raised in triumph and be declared paramount at what I do. To earn the respect and honor that comes
alongside such an accomplishment. To be recognized as the best in CHIKARA.
On Saturday, February 25th in Reading, Pennsylvania - with fellow CHIKARA original Hallowicked by my side - I once again get the opportunity to experience
just that. I won't squander that opportunity. I came within a hair of immortality at "A World of Comforting Illusions." The Spectral
Envoy must be victorious. We will become the newest Campeones de Parejas
and I will finally take my rightful place among the list of CHIKARA's "greatest."