[CONTINUED: Promo - The Undeniable Words #21, 7/27/08]

And that brings me to you, Pete Ebdon.

I've got to hand it to you, Ebdon, you did... ridiculously well at the Pay Per View. You may be an arrogant dick with an inferiority complex, but your performance in that match causes even I- no doubt your dearest enemy and largest threat at this point in time- to have to admit that yes, you do have the skills. Lap that up if you can, because it's a very, very rare moment that you'll see me give you that credit. It might be quite some time before I give it again- depending, of course. I'm not sure what validated my opinion of you more that night- your victory over both Benjamins, or the fact that you finally realized trying to eradicate me was a complete and utter waste of your time, resources, manpower and health. I suppose the question going through everybody's heads at the end of the night was 'which poor bastard is going to follow those two after this?'

As it so happens, one of those poor bastards happens to be me. And I dare say that this might very well have ballooned into the toughest match that I have had in quite some time. You can't kill me, sure, we've established that, but that sure as hell doesn't mean that you don't have the capacity to make next Tuesday a very, very, very long night for me. Understand that by watching Drake and Catalina try and fail, I've established that it's going to take nothing short of everything in my tank to stop you here and now. I'll even candidly admit you have a slight advantage from the past- you have a win where I was forced to walk away with a loss.

Now, I could pull a page out of your pal Nicholas Jaxx's book, throw an A-grade hissy fit and claim 'I was never beaten' because I wasn't pinned and you didn't do the pinning- but you and I both know that's the excuse of a nimrod who doesn't want to face the truth. Yeah, Rachel Stevens dropped the ball, but I was unable to compensate for that sufficiently and as a result, I'm gonna wear the loss. Is it the 'ass-kicking' that you or Christy would claim you both dished out on me? Not a chance- in fact, I'd say there were a few times where I dare say I had your number. Something to keep in mind, but the end result is the same- I wasn't good enough that time around. But you know as well as I do that one result like that doesn't determine all future encounters.

Could you do it again? Yeah, I dare say you could. But I dare say I could do the exact same right back to you, and deep down I think you realize that too. I mean, hell, I came within a hair of wiping you out with your own Ego Cutter, no matter what way you want to call it. To shrug me off as a second-rate man of no consequence would be... very foolish after all that. You're not a dumb man, Ebdon, so I do hope you don't do that. The point I'm making is that I wouldn't be making any kind of celebrations and future plans until you've won. I would... well, I'd like to say that I'd hate sending you back to the Pantheon's locker room with a crestfallen face as you tell them that there's been yet another setback, but to be honest, I kinda do have to admit I'd probably get a kick out of it. What can I say, old grudges die hard, and while I guess I'm no longer forced to fight you out of self-preservation, I don't really like you.

Despite that, I think I've wound up doing you a favor by helping exterminate Payne for you. I mean, you've said it all yourself- without that loose cannon dragging you off in a direction you really didn't want to go in, you can actually finally manage to control your own troops and get things back on course. Of course, one has to wonder, Ebdon- how in the world did you even allow it to get out of control in the first place? All your talk of being a master manipulator who's always in control of the situation can be debunked by two words- Joshua Payne. The sheer fact you couldn't keep a leash on him- and you couldn't, Ebdon, because if you could you'd still be on his bloodthirsty crusade because it'd have been your will in the first place- indicates to me that you're not half as in control as you think you are. Perhaps that's worth considering when you're about to play those cards this time around.

But on the topic of being in control... it seems you've always got a certain sense of needing to be in control when it comes to yours truly, doesn't it? Every single time you've so much as opened your mouth about me, it's been either to write me off as a second-rate star, or it's been some kind of insistence that I be 'put in my place'. Inferiority complex there, Pete? OK, OK, you think you're higher up the ladder than me. We heard you the first fifty thousand times. But I have to wonder... why do you seem to feel the need to repeat it so much? In my experience, repetition of a fact you've stated a few times only seems to have one real cause to it- the need to convince somebody. And I'm pretty sure there are only two people you want to convince here.

First of all, you desperately want to convince me. For some reason, Pete, you really want me to accept the fact that I'm second-rate. It seems to bother you that I don't accept it, because you seem unable to let it go. I wonder, why is that? I mean, does it really matter if I believe it or not? If I am truly second rate, you should be able to annihilate me without a single concern. But for some reason, you keep trying to use it as a way of trying to stop me. Could it be that it would be... safer for you if I were to believe myself second-rate, or inferior- even if that were not the case? I mean, sure, I was expecting slightly more intricate psychological tactics from Mr. Genius Class Intellect over there, but it seems to me that, particularly in light of the last few weeks, all this talk has been more to try to get me to back off than out of any actual belief. That works on idiots, Pete, it doesn't work on me. I'm not Einstein In Wrestling Tights like you, but I'm actually an awful lot smarter than you'd give me credit for.

Secondly... you desperately want to convince yourself. You've said an awful lot of things that seem to be based more towards reassuring yourself than out of any actual belief. I mean, how many times did you say I'd thrown my own career away in the last few weeks? Yet guess who's standing, and guess who's given up? You also said there wasn't a thing I could do to make the slightest dent in your chokehold on the company- yet guess who's running a show and who is not? Self-assurance is all well and good, but when you seem to be vastly underestimating the man you've based it upon... not smart.

Thing is, Pete, I'm really starting to wonder if all of these little 'statements of fact' you've been making every time you've gone up against me are all talk and nothing more than that. And yep, I'm going to call your idea of knowing where 'my place' in this company is as the same. It's all talk, Ebdon. You, little man, have no say on where my place is. One man on this planet has the capacity to decide where 'my place' is, and that's me. I decide where this place is in this company, not you. I move outside destiny, I move outside your preconceived notions of 'my place'. Far, far too many people have tried to put me in 'my place' over the years, and... well, yeah, obviously that wasn't too successful, was it?

Basically, Ebdon, this is the ideal time to finally settle the question of how much say you have in my career. No doubt you're going to move in with your usual boring-as-hell puppet-string diatribe, and you're going to do your absolute best to try to put me beneath you just like everybody else. And while that happens, you're going to try to take the Platinum Cup to put yourself several steps above the rest. What I plan on doing is simple. I plan on defying you in a far more devastating way than any words I could say could. I plan on defying, denying and outright crushing your illusions once and for all by taking the prize that you practically already believe to be yours for myself. That will answer the question, once and for all, what input you have over my place. You're gonna learn something rather nasty- in the words of the band Shakra: This is my life, this is my world, I'm the one who'll choose the way to go. And then you, Pete Ebdon, are going to fall back to Earth with the rest of us mere mortals. I defy you, Pete Ebdon- and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. You can't stop me.

So try to prevent it, Pete Ebdon. You know exactly what I'm going to do, now I dare you to try to stop me, for all the good it'll do you. Because despite your illusions of some second-rate wrestler coming at you providing no threat, you're instead facing a man who might just have found enough defiance to obliterate absolutely everything in his path. You've chosen to stratify yourself and place yourself above all others... but the old adage rings true. The bigger they come, the harder they fall...

...and the impact you're going to make when you hit the ground is going to make people in Hiroshima go 'what the fuck was that?!?'

And that... IS UNDENIABLE!