Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. Forever onward, Amen.

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The Kaiju has fallen - rejoice ye of little faith and embrace the salvation. Embrace the apocalypse. For if the pompous Australian force of nature could not stop me, the man who has done it all in this company. Then how will any of you? It's as if when the kaiju was vanquished millions of souls cried out in pain - then silence. Deafening, haunting, memorable, silence.

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Beautiful Silence.

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For that silence means but one thing - acceptance. Acceptance of the new order, my order. And that order continues with this upcoming summit on Smackdown. Where I take what is mine,

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For God.

For Legion.

For Me.

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I don't know half the people on the damn list, hell I don't know half the people on the damn roster anymore but that is irrelevant. I hope the message I sent today through my dear countrymen is clear - I don't give a shit weather you're young or old, faction-associated or not, Veteran or New Blood I will run straight fucking through you if necessary to get to my goals. And my objective is the top of the mountain -

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It's the summit, for the Intercontinental Championship. A title which has eluded me time after time one way or another but I promise you all know It wont avoid me this time. Not now when I desire it more than ever. So let this be advance notice to the rabble. I will drop every single fucking one of you for that title, because none of you bar Aurum are capable of putting me away. With the exception of the new jobber I have beaten every single one of you in the past and this summit is going to be deja vu.

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Some of you may be thinking... but what if... and I'll stop you right there. Because rest assured I will leave nothing to chance this summit. Uce's gotta do what Uce's gotta do. And that begins and ends with the IC Title.

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But first.... I need to revist my past.

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