(The Ace Of Spades by Motorhead is blasting through the arena. The loudness of the song is over powered by the boos and hissing. A few minutes pass and no one appears through the curtain. No one runs to the ring through the crowd. More time passes and finally Ace appears on GWFtron. He is standing in what appears to be his locker room. On the wall is a giant poster of himself. In the shelves of his cubby he has wrestling magazines. Only the magazines that feature an article about himself however. On the hooks hanging down from the cubby is his Ace Of Spades T-Shirt. Also is the Underground Anglez t-shirt. The camera pans the room some more and comes a cross a black leather couch. Ace walks over to the couch and sits down. He begins to speak to the crowd)

Ace: Honestly now, did you really think I would come out to the ring and be close to you buckets of slime.

(Boos echo through the arena as Ace smiles and gives a sinister chuckle)

Ace: It won't get to me. You people couldn't tell the difference between a fine wine and a common beer! You have absolutely no taste in anything!

(The crowd chants Asshole-Asshole! Ace remains cool about it and sighs)

Ace: It seems like I hafta fight my old partner Maxx Imum! Maxx you haven't fought me before, and after our match, or maybe your butchery is a better word, you won't ever want to fight me again. Nor will any of the talent less fools the GWF offers.

(The crowd begins to chant louder and the boos intensify. Ace stands up and walks over to the poster of himself)

Ace: Maxx this is a poster of yours truly. A poster that the souvenir stands have all sold out of. They are sold out because the fans love me.

(The crowds begin to cheer We-Do-Not! Ace smiles again and walks over to his shirt and holds it up so the fans can see it)

Ace: This shirt, just like the poster, has also sold out. People can't get enough of The Ace Of Spades.

(The fans boo out of the pure hatred of the word name Ace Of Spades. Ace ignores the booing and walks back over to the couch. Once again he sits down. He swings his leg around and lays down on the couch.)

Ace: Hmmm, I seem to be looking at the ceiling. Maxx, you should get familiar with this position, as you will be staring at the ceiling and listening to the ref's hand slap the mat 3 times, during our match.

(Ace laughs at the ease of his match)


Ace: I'm beginning to like here more and more. Easy matches, comfortable locker room couches. A guy such as myself, and not like you because compared to me you aren't a guy, could really get used to this!

(Ace sits up and yawns. He stretches and than stands. Walking over to the clock he chuckles)

Ace: Tick-Tick-Tick, the life you formerly had will be ending soon enough Maxx. Come Warpath, you will not be at your Maxx Imum, rather your MIN IMUM! Realize this now Maxx, you can't, won't and never will defeat me. You just don't have the skill to do it. No one compares to the perfection that is The Ace Of Spades.

(Fans hiss at the name once more and Ace struts over to the door. He puts his hand on the knob)

Ace: Maxx The Ace OF Spades will deal you A BAD HAND!

(Crowd boos)

Ace: Hey, you may hate me now, but you won't have a choice but to love me later!

(With that Ace turns the knob and exits the room, while whistling the song The Ace Of Spades by Motorhead. The GWFtron fades to black while the fans continue to boo Ace)