(Drum sticks clash 3 times, and a familiar guitar riff blasts
through the arena.  Then Lemmy's voice begins to sing...

"IF YA LIKE TO GAMBLE, I TELL YA I'M YER MAN!
YA WIN SOME, LOSE SOME, IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME!
THE PLEASURE IS TO PLAY, IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE WHAT YOU SAY!
I DON'T SHARE YOUR GREED! THE ONLY CARD I NEED IS...

As Lemmy screams "the Ace Of Spades" Ace appears on the stage.  
The fans chant "Ace-Of-Spades."  Ace walks to the ring and slaps hands with the fans.
He grabs a mic from a stage hand and rolls under the bottom rope.  He silences the crowd and begins to speak.)

Creeper, you slimy little boy, you just don't get it do you?  Hardcore isn't weapons.  Hardcore
isn't wrestling moves.  Hardcore IS a state of mind.  A state of mind that you have
NEVER been in, and after our match, you will never want to be in.

Let's face it Creep, you have never had to face the likes of wrestlers I've fought and defeat.
Where was your match against the great Kidd Rock?

(Kidd's name evokes an extremely large pop and a "Kidd Rocks!" chant)

Where was your "Hollywood" Johnny Rave battles?  When did you go 1 on 1 with...
THE TIGER?

(The mere mention of Tiger makes the fans go into a frenzy. 
 The screaming and Tiger chants are deafening.)

You haven't faced anyone like that yet have you?  And you haven't defeated anyone
of that caliber yet have you?  Sure I couldn't beat Tiger for the title, but only the best of the best
can.  But I think she'd agree I gave her a run for her money. 

Ya see son, the only thing you have hanging over my head is this is my first match
in a long while.  I guess I should thank Autumn Lewis for such an easy return match,
but hey, why should I tell her something she already knows.

Now I want you to think real hard for a few seconds.  I want you to ponder what I'm pondering.
What makes you think you are better than I?  What makes you think you have what it takes
to defeat the once again fastest rising star in the HWC?  Surely all of which you've said so far, 
was spoken in pure jest.  You can't truly think you will defeat me.

And before I go, there is one thing I wish for you to understand.  And by understand,
I mean for you to be crystal clear.  You can get many ass-whoopings.  You can dish out
hundreds of ass kickings.  But none of it means anything if the great HWC fans...

(The fans begin to cheer because they are only human after all, and they
like to be praised as much as the next guy.)

Don't give a blue poo about you.  I don't give a damn about you, and I think I can speak
for everyone in this arena when I say, the fans want to see me deal you...
A BAD HAND!!....And who am I to disappoint my fans?

(Ace's music hits and Ace rips his shirt off a la Hulk Hogan.  He then tosses his shirt to the fans.
Ace then proceeds to exit the ring, and walk backstage.  Al while the fans are chanting his name.)