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RP #24- Empire Pt. 1 - Shattering Illusions [Promo - The Undeniable Words #24, 8/26/08] Washington, District of Columbia. Our nation's capital. Note that I say 'our nation' and not 'your nation'. I'm an Australian, there's no denying that. I was born there and spent the first nineteen years of my life there. But the last ten years of it have been spent living here and by and large, I have come to call this nation as much my home as the place I was born. Perhaps... even more so, in recent developments. Yes, I'm going somewhere with this. Bear with me. Anyway- our nation's capital. And a pretty significant city in world history. It is indeed the capital of a country that started out as a rag-tag insurrection against the British and proceeded to shrug them off and begin to climb up the ladder until eventually, it emerged as the closest thing we have in this day and age to an empire. I don't mean that in the derogatory sense, but if you look at military, technological and cultural effects, yes, you can argue that it is in fact an empire that spans a vast portion of the globe and influences virtually every corner of it. To a lot, it's land of the free- and it's also a continuing inspiration that no matter how humble a man's beginnings or how much he is looked down on by his peers, he can become paramount. To the British Empire, the United States was nothing more than a colony rebelling and not 'knowing its place' when it started up- but when all was said and done, it not only defied the Empire, it superseded it and surpassed it. That's what this city represents for me- it's an inspiration to anybody who's been looked down on and shrugged off like that. It's kind of fitting that the beginning of my own empire starts in that city- and it indeed begins in a very similar way to the way the United States started. I stand on the very verge of realizing my destiny, after overcoming every obstacle, and every attempt to put me down and out and keep me from reaching this path, with the penultimate prize in this organization within my grasp- the thing that will allow me to fulfil my vision and take my rightful place here in PDW- just like the United States before me were about to fulfil their vision of a land of the free. There's also another thing I share in common with George Washington and his boys at this moment in time- in order to achieve our rightful destinies, we both have to deal with an annoying dick from England who doesn't know what he's getting into standing in my way, trying to suppress me, and trying to dictate my place in the world. There's slight differences, of course. The annoying dick from England they had to deal with was named King George III. The annoying dick from England I have to deal with is named Pete Ebdon. But apart from that, it's... quite surprisingly to me how similar our plights are. Alright, mandatory flowery introduction done, it's time to get down to the meat and bones of this thing. I have to admit, I found it... rather amusing that when it finally came down to it, it wasn't me or Pete who laid the other one out at Disclosure. Everyone had been banking on the fact that either he or I would knock the other one down, and that would establish the dominant tone going in to Parental Advisory. Instead... heh, it seems like our seconds took it upon themselves to wage a war for us. That little fuse that's been fizzling on Christy Matthews' tampon for the last God knows how many years finally exploded in a cloud of psycho-bitch melodrama and she took it upon herself to try to beat me down and bust me up to establish some point that she'll likely have completely forgotten about by the end of Parental Advisory, and Julian Dark decided to practice his golf drive on Pete Ebdon's head. All things considered, I think that sums up what our seconds think of our opponents rather well. Believe it or not, Pete, I'm not going to accuse you of masterminding what Christy did. You'll probably accuse me of sending Julian after you- and to be quite frank I care so little about whether you believe it or not that I'm not even going to bother confirming or denying it, but I think that man's behavior and words should provide more of an answer than I ever could. To be honest... it didn't outright shock me all that much, as berserk as she acted. It almost might have had a frightening psychological effect had I not already known she was a weak-minded fool who isn't above beating me down. She did this all before, remember? When she joined the Pantheon, she beat me down and she helped crucify me, and she did it all deliberately. Compared to that, this was... rather tame and disappointing, really. But with that said- and I hope you're listening to this too, Christy- she also crossed the line once and for all. She probably never told you this, but I gave her a pass the last time she attacked me- because I didn't think she understood fully what she was doing, and I did not want to have to destroy her unless it was inevitable. The ironic thing is that she probably would have been more of an instrument to my downfall and your triumph had she left things the way they were. If she had, Pete- I'd have been in a moral quandary. She'd have been able to attack me and do what she did at Disclosure at the PPV and I'd probably have not seen it coming. But at Disclosure, she confirmed what everybody has been saying to me. Did you know that your girlfriend's a hot topic among my friends, Pete? Everybody's told me that she's no good. That she has no redeeming features. That she's living scum and she deserves whatever retribution she gets. Raziel even went as far as to suggest that it was high time I dropped her arse-first on the floor and be done with it. Up until Disclosure, I wasn't going to listen to any of that. But by doing what she did, she effectively proved them all right. If I'd thought she was redeemable, or if there was still some shadow of the girl I took a shine to at Selters still in her, I might not defend myself to my full abilities. But that girl is cold, dead and gone- if she even existed in the first place and wasn't a lie. What's in your corner is something I have nothing but contempt and disgust for. And now I'm going to address her personally- briefly, but personally. Christy Matthews, at Parental Advisory there will not be any concessions made or any mercy shown, because you have proven yourself a lost cause- and completely undeserving of any mercy. If you lay one finger on me... one finger... rest assured, I will annihilate you on the spot. I don't care if you're a woman, I don't care if you're strapped to a turnbuckle, I don't care if you start blubbering like a bitch again to save your skin. I regret ever having shown any kind of compassion towards you, but believe me, if one finger lands on me you won't just regret touching me. You'll regret ever causing problems for me, you'll regret insulting me in any way shape or form, you'll regret the first time you betrayed me, you'll regret the first time you met me, you'll regret joining Platinum, you'll regret meeting Pete Ebdon, you'll regret meeting Nicholas Jaxx, hell, you'll regret being born by the time I'm through with you. I'll give you something real to cry about for once. And for God's sake, change your theme song. You think anyone takes you seriously when you rant about not being a crying little bitch five seconds before 'I teeear my heart ooopen, I whine like a bitch, my weakness is that everyone around me would rather blow their brains out than listen to me talk' hits the PA? Heh. Far from it. Alright. That's said and done. That likely won't be the last time I discuss this subject in the leadup to the Pay Per View, and I suppose you're about to get your G-string in a knot because I 'threatened your girl', right Pete? You're probably now about to make a million counter-threats. I don't care, Pete, I really don't freakin' care what you'll threaten to do if I defend myself, because in this match, you're going to be doing your utmost just to keep your head above water, much less be in a position to extract revenge for anything. Believe it, Pete Ebdon, this is the biggest battle of your grossly over-polished and trumped up career, and this is a match that's going to make every one of your previous confrontations and clashes look miniscule in comparison. Your twenty-odd World title reigns- which are cutting off the blood supply to your brain in a major way, by the way- pale in comparison to what you face now. Hah, and here we go. The title reigns. Oh man, have I had to bite my tongue something chronic to avoid making comment on this every week. We hear about it over and over and over again. Pete Ebdon, twenty time World Champion! Week in, week out, blah blah freakin' blah. I can't believe you can honestly accuse me of repeating in the same old stuff with a straight face with that weighing over you. We get it, Pete. You've won twenty world titles. Congratulations. Do you want to know how many world titles I've held? Five. That's all. Five. If you actually count belts with 'World' on them, that doubles up to ten, but the XWF World Championship's not really the top belt there so I'm not going to count that. Do you want to know why you don't hear about those five reigns from me day in, day out, Pete? Because they're not freakin' relevant, that's why! I could cite a list of XWF Universal title wins, XWC World title wins and CCWF World title wins I've had, exactly who I've beaten and how I did it, but it doesn't make a goddamn difference because this ain't CCWF, this ain't XWC and this sure as hell ain't XWF! Your previous world titles don't mean dick here, Ebdon, and deep down I think you know it. Where I used to come from, multiple-time World Champions puffed up with their own egos got mauled by the midcarders. And you know something, Platinum's the same but to an even greater extent, it's even greater again than where I came from. Your world titles amount to nothing here, Ebdon. There is only one major title that makes a lick of difference whether you've held or not here, or how many times you've held it- and that belt is not in your hands yet. You've got to get through me to take it. So please, do us a favor and plug the 'I was the five billion time World Champion and most of those are in federations nobody here gives a single solitary crap about if they even still exist' line once and for all over the next few weeks. You're not in a federation with awe-struck peons now. You're in a place where a lot of people have held World titles a few times too, and none of them really care how many two-bit federations in the dim passages of history you've ascended to the top of. Besides... any jackass can win a World title. Anybody in PDW would have had me for breakfast when I won my first. A Platinum title? Not so easy. This title makes every one of your twenty world titles look like crappy pieces of plastic- and they do the exact same for my five. This transcends 'world titles'. This is a whole new level, a level that I aspire to step up to. Thing is, Pete, I'm not so sure your ego is going to allow you to step it up. 
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