(Our scene opens up in a secret location.  The secret location is pitch black, just for your information.
  There are no camera filming or no people watching.
There is only one person in the secret location, the person is Ace, in case you were wondering.
But if Ace is the only person, than why do we here two voices holding a conversation?)

The end is near, and I feel as though I have nothing left to give.

(think of the sound of a fist slamming a desk, because if you were at this secret location, that is what you would hear)

DAMN IT ACE!!  You are the best!  You always have been!  What the hell is wrong with you!

(a bit of play by play from yours truly: Ace is now breathing heavily, and gasping
for air between sentences)

You don't understand!...I'm useless!...I'm not championship material!

Not like this you aren't!  You've been in world title matches Ace!  You've headlined PPVs!
So cut the shit!  Be the hardcore legend you were born to be!

(Note: Ace screams in pain.  And a thud hits the floor)

Ace!!!  Get up Ace!!  You are better than this!!

(Uh-Oh...maniacal laughter...never a good sign...but who's laughing?  It sure as heck isn't me)

Ha..heheh.  You're right...hahaha!!  You are right!

(Oh so he was laughing...Why?)

Why the hell are you laughin' boy!?

(Me and this orange text guy both want to know Ace!  The suspense is killing us!)

I'm laughing because I've hit rock bottom.  And there is no where to go but up!

(Click....oh the lights are on...well that's odd.
Ace's clothes are separated down the middle. It's like he spliced to sets of clothes.)

I'm going back to the top.

And you are ending lives on your way there.

We Are The Best.

We are hardcore!

WE ARE THE ACE OF SPADES!!

(Then who am I?
Tune in next time to find out what's happening to Ace...
And maybe find out what my part in this story is)