The screen turns black, then suddenly a white Ace of Spades appears in the middle of the screen, spinning there in the middle as it slowly begins to fill with red then it shatters to leave the words, “Get Over It”, on the screen. As the screen fades out it fades back in once more now to show Ace sitting behind his customary desk, a grin curled upon his features. Ace: “Well well, here we are again. It’s been a while, but there’s been some notable issues, but I’m back and here to tell you what you all really want to know. I won’t waste your time with any wasteful news, or introduction, you know what is coming, so I’ll get right to it.” He takes only a pause, clearing his throat. Ace: “First we have Aquiro. I’m guessing right now we have some resounding cheers on the other side at the sound of Aquiro’s name. He definitely did something to endear himself to others. Taking back the SWA in such a manner, and with such a cunning trick, too. Quite the hero, but of course we all saw what happens to heroes, didn’t we? You went from one extreme with that vampire mess of yours, to trying to be a hero, trying to make people care for you. Make yourself worthy of them. I’m sure they’re cheering your name, but you can’t hear it, now can you? That’s right, you are lying in a hospital bed in a coma last I heard. That’s the fate of heroes, they blaze for a moment then fade out, forgotten. To you Aquiro, when you finally do get back onto your feet, as I’m sure you will, and to anyone else out there who wants to be . . a hero, I have something to say to you . . . Get Over It. It will not earn you anything but pain.” There is a pause as he reaches for the glass sitting atop his desk, lifting it from the coaster, to drain a little of the liquid, before setting it back down with a clink as the ice settles back. Ace: “Next, this one is more directed at a group of people, though I will name a few names just to let the rest of you get an idea. Grave most recently, Jared Cage, Russell Brown, and all the others. You have a fascination with beating people up in your promos. Not even people in this federation, it is not as if you were sparring, rather you are just going out and finding people off the street, from “amateur” federations, and SWA employees to vent your frustrations on. This is not impressive, nor is it a viable instrument of fear. Rather it demonstrates a lack, even fear on your part. You fear that you will be seen as weak, doubt your own strength so you attempt to demonstrate it on people who are not on a level with the opponents you will be facing within the ring. All of you . . Get Over It. Do something creative for once, or at least use your mind. That thing within your head, I know it might be just a bit dusty, but at least it would be more entertaining if you bothered to try.” The chair is pushed back then, as he starts to walk around the desk, coming to stand before the camera as he gives a tug at his tie. Ace: “Lastly, our beloved SWA President shows up once more in my list of people. What for this time? Well, for the way she has decided to “welcome back” the IWF employees. On their knees, and begging like a dog? Of course I suppose that makes sense given the way you referred to men being on a leash, and how B. Cool snapped right to, just like you were pulling on his leash. Such a good dog, hmm, you know, that makes me think of something . . women who like to wear leather, hold a whip. Are you going to get yourself a crown and start making them refer to you as their queen, and her majesty soon as well, Mrs. Cole? Should they lick your boot while they are down there? Mrs. Cole . . Get Over It! So they turned on you when they saw a better opportunity, what you are doing amounts to nothing better, if not worse. You are simply being opportunistic, now that you are once again in a position of power over them you are trying to reaffirm it, to both them and yourself. Is this the way you would raise a child, I ask? See what her mother is like, how childish. Besides, even if you wanted to make people think you are better than them, you are going about it all wrong. Mrs. Cole, even if they’re the ones on their knees on the floor looking up at you . . they could not possibly sink any lower than you.” With this the trademark grin settles upon his features, and he starts to turn back toward the desk, but he stops and looks back over his shoulder. Ace: “That’s all for this episode, I’ve given you more than enough for you to try to wrap your head around.” The camera zooms in then on his face. Ace: “As always, if you don’t like what I have to say, then you can . . Get Over It!” Fade out to black as "A Little Bit More" by Kenny Wayne Shepherd plays in the background.