[Continued - Promo - The Undeniable Words #24, 8/26/08]

That's right, I went there. Your ego. It means an awful lot to you, doesn't it? Nay- it means the world. There is nothing in life that you value more- and yeah, that includes Christy. Wanna know what really got me thinking about it, though? The superhero thing. For the last several weeks you've been ranting and raving and carrying on about how I'm apparently trying desperately to be a superhero. Which is funny because I don't think for one goddamn second I've pretended to be anything of the sort. Have I labelled myself Platinum's personal hero and defender of justice? No, that'd be Citizen Truth. Have I gone around accosting every single 'bad' person in this federation? No, there are quite a few I've let go unnoticed. I'm not trying to be a hero, Ebdon, and I have no idea where you got the idea from.

Actually, I do. It's your way of venting frustration because I'm getting a lot of love from the crowd and you're not. Now you're about to spout a load of bullshit about how you don't care about what the people think of you, but you and I are a lot smarter than that. After all, once again, you accuse me of pandering to the fans- when the honest truth of the matter is I don't think I've ever once told them what they've wanted to hear. By and large I've barely even noticed them. It so happens that they like me, but I don't need their adulation. You need adulation though, Pete. You need worship, you need adoration, you need people to fall flat on their faces and praise you as the Messiah you think you are.

I dare say that's the reason behind the 5000-odd people who usually escort you to the ring. That's even the reason behind the Pantheon, isn't it? I mean, come on, why in the hell else would you hang around with a premenstrual emo and a neanderthal throwback? I'll tell you why- because they're stupid enough to buy into it. All of those nimrods lap up every word you say about yourself, prop you up on a pedestal and act as 'yes men' to your claims to Messiahdom. I don't think you care about them all that much- I don't think a man like you knows how to care. You need them because they continually prop up and inflate your ego. They say the things you want to hear to make you believe the over-hype that everyone else here sees for the pack of lies it is. You have them along because they're the only people who believe you, and without believers, you're nothing.

That's even the reason behind your little cult, isn't it, Pete? It's never been about 'saving the world'. You claim you're out to save the world and professional wrestling from... hell, I don't know, itself, commercialism, terrorists, Eskimos, Xenu, whatever it is this particular week- but that's a load of crap and you know it, because a man as supposedly intelligent as you can see that one man can't save it- the only people who can save mankind is itself as a whole. And would a Messiah for light and goodness and truth and justice and the liberation of mankind deliberately murder a wrestler in cold blood? I doubt it.

Either you're trying to save mankind through a reign of terror- which isn't a Messiah, it's a dictator- or you're full of crap, and you've been spending all these years writing up all this hokey mumbo-jumbo Benny Hinn crap because it might actually trick a handful of impressionable people into believing you're something you're not. They believe, and that's enough for you. It doesn't matter how full of holes it is, it doesn't matter that you're preying off people's misery- as long as they believe, it's enough to allow you to bask in adulation and for your ego to swell and grow, and it's enough to keep you from having to realize you're a normal man like the rest of us.

That's why you bring up my 'heroism' and my fan appeal. Because you so desperately crave it for yourself. You don't see a hero pandering to the fans- you don't even see a wrestler with a group of people who happen to like him- you see somebody stealing your thunder, taking the adulation your twisted and demented brain thinks is yours. I'm 'stealing' your 'rightful worshippers' out from under your nose, you're chewing your liver in despair over it, and the hilarious thing is that I don't even care and I'm not even trying. What you'd murder a wrestler to have, I have just by breathing, fighting and talking.

Shit, no wonder you so desperately want to put me in my place. If you don't do it pretty soon, maybe your Followers might see you for what you are, abandon you by the boatload and start boosting out 'LET'S GO JASON!' chants instead, leaving you with about four people to give you verbal blowjobs day in, day out. That would be hysterical. And it's also why you've been ranting on about your desire to expose me as 'a fraud' too- because if you don't, I'll wind up doing the same to you! You demand these things because I'm your kryptonite, Ebdon. I'm the one who can take your legacy, your self-esteem, your career, and your imaginary status as a demi-god and bring it all crashing down in flames and embers.

And here's something I want to get sorted out right now- one of your obsessive little lies. You've been in the habit of spinning deception recently, and some of your recent lies seem to be based around some kind of 'refusal' to accept a challenge from one Joshua Payne. Now this is really, really funny, because all I remember that man doing was running around, beating me in the head and screaming on about how he 'wanted a match'. So what'd I do? Did I say 'no' like you seem to have insisted I've done? Tell you what, watch the last half a year of PDW programming and find one time I so much as declined anything from him. I did the exact same crap he did. I clobbered him. I stepped up to him. I opposed him. And hell, barely a week after you formed your little club, I beat him- so why in the world would I turn it down? And in promos I even made it clear that I had no problem fighting him. What the heck else did I have to do, Ebdon, sign a contract? Was there a formal challenge made, Ebdon? Was a date set? Was a place set? No. So kindly sit down, shut up and stop rambling on about things you've obviously taken about five seconds to actually think about- or plucked right out of the Pantheon jargon-pool.

That's right, I went there. For all the crap you give me about supposedly talking about the same stuff, you might wanna start taking a closer look in the mirror. And I'm not just talking about the five thousandth iteration of 'I'm going to threaten to put you in your place and fail once again', I'm talking about repeating a whole bunch of mundane crap that you've not just repeated but stolen from other Pantheon members. The hero thing? Yeah, Aries used that at Speak No Evil and look where it got him. As for you, Jaxx and Christy- man, I've lost track of how much stuff you actually interchange when it comes to talking about yours truly. I think there've been times where all three of you threatened to 'expose' me in one week. And that's not even getting into the 'Messiah' cliché... I think I know about ten different people who've made that claim, just about every last one of whom I've beat.

This isn't the last war of words we'll have, Ebdon- and it is far from the end of the ammunition I have against you. You could completely break your nerve right here, right now and say nothing in the hope I have nothing to use against you, and I'd still be able to flatten you verbally for two more promos straight. What can I say, you're just that easy a target. Of course, you'll probably turn that around and say something like you're the only person worth that attention- and you're free to believe what you want.

That's right. Believe what you want in the end. You can either face reality and understand that I'm the very gravest threat you have ever faced and that one simple mistake could mean the end for you... or you can stick your head in the sand and delude yourself into a false reality. Truth be told I really don't care which. But I'd be careful just how much stock you put in your little illusions, Ebdon- because I will break them into pieces in this match. Not 'I'll do my best', not 'if I have it my way' - I will and I swear on that. The question is... what'll happen to you when those illusions break? Will you have the mental tenacity to survive without them and face the real world without rose-colored glasses and delusions of grandeur? Or will you suffer, crash and burn? One way or the other, Pete Ebdon, when all is said and done, you... will... be... changed.

And that... IS UNDENIABLE!