(Ace is sitting in the back pew of an empty church.  He is dressed in a black suit,
red shirt and black tie.  He is staring up at the crucifix.
    As music from an organ is piped through speakers Ace begins to speak.)

Forgive me lord, for what I am going to do tomorrow night.  I know it's my job.
I know it is my duty as a wrestler to fight.  But as hardcore as I am, murder still seems wrong.

(Ace gets up from the seat and begins to walk closer to the front of the church.
he looks very serious and takes each step as though it might be his last.)

You know lord, me and you are very much alike.  We both were beaten and battered.
Both were bloodied for the good of other people.  We both returned from death.  Well,
I returned from a retirement taken to soon.  But the similarity is there.

(Ace approaches the altar and kneels in front of it.  He bows his head and closes his eyes.
He proceeds to clasp his hands.)

I've never been a religious man, as you know.  And I'm not here for my sake.
Keep The Creeper safe from any mortal harm I may deliver.  I can't
wrestle if I'm in jail for manslaughter.

(Ace stands up abruptly.  He begins to get agitated.  Hate begins to emit from
every pore of his skin.)

To hell with that!  To hell with this place!  He will suffer at my hands!  He will bleed.
He will feel unimaginable pain.

(The organ music begins to play louder and Ace drops backs to his knees.
He runs his hands through his hair.)

I'm sorry!  I won't kill him.  I didn't mean to mention hell in your home lord.
Forgive me.  Forgive my sins, for I did not mean to trespass against you. All I ask
is for strength.  The will power to contain my rage!

(Ace passes out in front of the altar clutching his head, and the church music begins to echo
through the church)