[CONTINUED - The Undeniable Words #2, 01/20/09]

Big Shank. My, my. There's a name I didn't think I'd ever hear again.

Last time I saw you, I believe you had four guys holding me down while you took a shot at my face with some brass knucks in 2003. And then you kinda just fell off the face of the Earth and nobody ever saw you again- like the kitchen got too hot or something. That was before my legacy as I know it today formed. And now all of a sudden you're back... although I heard some rumors that you'd planned to show up for that Former Star battle royal a couple of years back but never actually managed to rock up. But I digress.

One thing that hasn't changed throughout time is that you seem to have your tampon fuse lit in a major way whenever my name comes up. I'm kinda baffled a bit about it myself. It seems my very existence offends you for some reason. Not that I'm all that surprised to be honest- you've always struck me as the attention-craving type. I still remember you trying to bite off a piece of me back at the XWF awards. Well, Shank, I guess today is your lucky day, because you get to get your hands on me.

That's right. After, what, six years since our last little incident- which I'm still not sure what you were trying to prove with, by the way- you now finally at long last get the chance to prove you're full of something other than hot air. Obviously we've both changed quite a bit since then. We've grown older. And in my case, I went on to form my own legacy. To put it quite frankly, Shank, I'm not the up and comer you and Rigg decided to smack around any more. I've become so very, very much more.

But you'll disagree with that, Shank- and as a matter of fact, I actually want you to. I want you to disagree with me. I want you to reject every claim. I want you to claim I'm still the same two-bit punk I was back in the day, and I want you to assume that I'm a cakewalk like you did back then. Because if there's one thing I want to do in this match almost as much as taking the World title away, I do so very, very much want to force-feed your own words down your throat.

Go on. Do it. I dare you.

Then there's Raziel.

Justin 'Raziel' Jones. We're no strangers to each other, are we? In fact, out of the entire group of competitors here, I think we're arguably the two that know each other best. We've been on all sides of the equation- on opposing sides of the Order crisis, as allies in New Wave, as tag team partners, as friends, as enemies, and not infrequently somewhere in between. The last people saw of us, we were probably what you'd call friends and allies.

Unfortunately, you know and I know that we came back to Snow Job for reasons that don't include friendship- and you and I both know the risks of wrestlers becoming friends and allies. Eventually, sooner or later, they're gonna have to fight. And furthermore, something rather important's gonna be on the line, something of so much importance and prestige that it's going to generate a crapload of tension in the air. That thing, as it so happens, is the XWF World Championship.

Y'know, Justin, I still remember the last time we fought. Would have been... huh... probably two and a half years ago now. Maybe even a little more. Funny thing is, it was kinda a situation very similar to this one. You, me, a whole bunch of other wrestlers. And you know something, I have to give you credit for something. You actually managed to pin me. I'm not even going to throw any excuses your way- yep, it was basically you and Lee Stone holding me down to get me eliminated from a match, but that's the kind of innovative thinking that I can respect- hey, it's all legal, right? You actually managed to get one up on the man they call SJ.

With that said, it's a little different this time around. There ain't no elimination this time around, and there ain't no pinfall. You need to go back to the drawing board and engineer up a new plan, because I've got news for you, Justin- none of the other guys like either of us all that much. We're on our own. If the odds are going to be numerically stacked in any way, it's likely to be against you and me, not for one of us and against the other. And let's face it... there's too much at stake for me to help you, or vice versa. So it comes down to every man for himself, and you have yet to best me on that front.

Can you? I don't know. You've certainly proven yourself worthy. Since I left, the Universal title fell into your grasp. That makes you a credible threat. And if anybody knows how I deal with credible threats- just how hard I hit them, how fast I'm on them, how much I throw caution to the winds and do what needs to be done- it's you, my friend. I look forward to hearing from you, it's going to be... curious.

And that brings me to the last man, the World Champion himself. Rage. I'm gonna be honest... out of all the 'original four', Rage is probably the one I can say I respect. And the man's from Kiwiland, so that's saying something.

Alright, alright. No more New Zealand jokes, I pretty much ran them to death every time I fought Lee Stone. I'll start by saying this- when I left the XWF last time around, many assumed I was dead to the world, so to speak. In reality, I've been watching. I've always been watching, and there have been a number of figures rising up in the past couple of years who potentially have 'future of this company' written on them. I thought James Raven might have had that for a while, then he disappeared. At the moment, there are two people who I'd put that tag on. One is Ranma Saotome. The second is you.

Yep. I flat out admitted it right then and there. If you're not Universal Champion by the time 2010 rolls around, then I'll be quite shocked, and I'm something of an expert on determining the future of this company. In that sense, your position as leader of the Road Crew is pretty apt. You are, literally, at the head of a new generation of superstars.

This is the point where I'm supposed to get all riled up and claim this generation sucks in comparison to the old one and how you all have no respect. Truth be told, Rage, you and I have compatible goals. We're just going about them different ways. I'm equipping the next generation of superstars with the skills they need to get ahead, and you, Archangel and company are making aggressive moves to overturn the old regime and bring them in. I can't fault you for that, because it's exactly what I did when I came to power. Any quick research of the words 'New Wave' will cement that.

I've already said that this is a chance to test myself and see if I can still run with the pack, but I think it's also going to be a test for you too, Rage. When people talk about the past, my name inevitably crops up. If you're going to take your place as the future of this company, defeating me would certainly get you a good start. I know this, and I'm not gonna dissuade you- in fact, I welcome it. You come from a warrior background yourself, so I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from on that front.

You'll notice I'm not as... vindictive with you as some of the others. That's cause I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. I don't know you on a personal level. You're a clean slate. Odds are how you react will shape how I see you. Consider that carefully when you plan out your responses, Rage. First impressions are very important, and they set the psychological undertone for this match. Depending on how you respond, I could look at you as a worthy opponent, as an arrogant dick, or as a star-struck little lamb who's got no idea what he's in for. The choice is yours, so choose your words carefully.

I don't think there's any question that this is going to be an insane match. I mean, even without stips, this match would be amazing. But add the brutality of a cage to it, packed to the brim with six men, and you've got yourself a bonafide bloodsport. And that's not even factoring the ladder into the equation. Combine all of that, and you've got yourself a serious recipe for disasters. A certified deathtrap, if you will.

Unfortunately, deathtraps don't mean a thing if you're Unkillable. We don't know if I'm as fast as I used to be yet, or as strong, or as skilled. But one thing I can guarantee hasn't changed over the last couple of years is I'm every damn bit as indestructible as I used to be. That legendary quality of mine is still intact. Of course, it's a quality most of you guys don't understand. Rage wasn't around for it, Spice One was never around at the same time. The Unkillable thing happened long after I last saw Shank. FuZz might get it, and I know Raziel does. But rest assured, no matter how much or little of it you know, by the end of this match I damn well promise that you will know exactly what Unkillability really means. And that...

 ...IS UNDENIABLE!