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 standing in the midst of his office. Ace: "Welcome to another episode of Get Over It. Before we begin, I would like to take a look at one of the people I mentioned on my last episode of Get Over It, Aquiro. Apparently being the hero does get you the girl, unfortunately it seems you end up in a coma and cannot enjoy the fruits of your labor. Great job there though, especially in shutting up Ms. Graves in the process, I am sure everyone definitely thinks of you as a hero for that feat." A grin curls upon his features now. Ace: "Moving on though, now it is time to introduce my guest. Ms. Camilla Pazzini." With that he moves over to the door to the room, the camera panning along with him as he pulls it inward. Ace: "Welcome, welcome. Come in, have a seat." Camilla smiles politely. Camilla: "Thank you very much!" She walks into the room. Camilla: "Anywhere in particular?" Ace steps to the door, closing it once she is in. The camera panning along as he moves over to the couch, motioning to it with his hand. Ace: "Most people find the couch more comfortable. Would you like something to drink? Spring water, perhaps?" Camilla: "I'm fine actually, thank you." She moves over to the couch, and flops onto it. Ace: "Very well." With that Ace moves to sit down on a nearby chair rather than behind the desk. Ace: "Well then, let's get right to it. Before I speak to you though, I know you and your sister are on the outs, but . . what is with her fascination with the human urinary tract as of late?" Camilla giggles. Camilla: "I have no idea. Probably to do with the ph.. er.. phonetics of the word, she has periods where she tends to use a word a lot, because she has a temporary liking for the way it sounds. As far as I know it only goes so far as her vocabulary... I hope so anyway! Actually, I don't want to think about that..." The sound of Ace's laughter is a little cooler, but he grins before he speaks. Ace: "One would hope so, I guess we'll have to see on that. Moving along though, I have not had a chance to congratulate you on your newfound relationship. Breaking barriers while you are at it. The first lesbian couple in the SWA." There is a short pause here. Ace: "Oh, and while on that subject . . how's your relationship with your father going?" Camilla smiles. Camilla: "One question at a time! It is true that my relationship has broke barriers, not only in being the first lesbian couple in the SWA, but also for me personally. I've been able to get rid of a confusion that has held me captive for some years now, and I finally have had a chance to come out of my shell. I feel more confident, and more alive than I ever have done before... Illiana is helping me broaden my horizons, opening me up to new things every day, and I am much happier for it. Things such as alcohol, which I condemned before, I now embrace and enjoy... in moderation of course. Luckily, my father has looked past the surface, and began to see these changes for himself. It's difficult for him, and I understand that, but he's trying his best to come to terms with it. I know he may seem like a scary man... but me and him have always been very close. He was always there for me when I was little, and would always stand in my corner until I was big enough to stand up for myself. I owe him a lot, and don't like to upset him... but at the end of the day, it's my life, and I have to think about what makes me happy." Ace: "I suppose it is an obvious choice for him between the daughter who is decided that she's a lesbian and . . well, your sister. Is that about it?" Camilla giggles a little. Camilla: "Well when we were growing up, Isabella was actually much worse than she is now. She got milder as she grew up, because she realised eventually that she couldn't cope on her own. My father never forgave for for the way she used to be, but that indirectly opened the door into wrestling, so it all worked out I guess. Okay... now I'm done!" Ace grins only a little at this point. Ace: "My you are a happy one, aren't you?" He asks this as one hand lifts up, fingers stroking beneath his chin for a few moments. Ace: "You didn't seem too happy about how your sister decided to attack you for the Xtreme Title though." Camilla: "Well... no. I mean, after years of not getting along, we'd finally managed to build bridges, find common interests, and be close to each other... and just when I thought I could finally trust her, she does that. But even with her being that way, I'm used to it... she was like that for years. So I just shrug, and bounce along happily with my life. It's good whether she's in it or not." Ace: "I do have a question though, Camilla. Just one that's been nagging at me for a while. No one doubts your own ability. No one that is . . except for you. Why do you doubt yourself?" There is a pause as that grin affects itself on his features for a moment. Ace: "You're probably wondering why I would ask that, do you know, or do I need to explain it for you . . as well as for our viewers?" Camilla looks surprised. Camilla: "Explaining wouldn't hurt, I guess..." Ace stands up at this point, and moves over to the shelf where he lifts up the SWA Championship, holding it for a moment before he tosses it down into another chair. Ace: "You said before that you wanted to be out of your sister's shadow, but what did you do? You followed right after her. She held the women's title, so you went and won it. She called herself the Diva of Extreme, and so you won the Xtreme title. . . It seems to me that you are comfortable within her shadow." With that he slips back down into the chair, and by now his lips have curled wholly into that grin of his. Camilla grins at this. Camilla: "Ace, I have always found your logic... interesting. I see what you're saying, but my reasons for chasing the goals I did had nothing to do with my sister. The Women's Championship was a logical target for me, as I would imagine it is for any woman in the SWA. Remember, I had my EGW Women's Championship cut short when the federation suffered temporary closure, and I felt somewhat unsatisfied at being unable to defend a title that I'd earned through my own efforts. Winning the SWA Women's Championship turned out to be much more satisfying, as the level of female competiton here is much higher. At the end of the day, what woman wouldn't want to hold it? As for the Xtreme Title... I entered the battle royal at Bloodsport because I wanted some ring time under Xtreme Rules. The winner of my Invitational gets to select any match type they want for their title shot at Altitude, and so it seemed logical to practice fighting in an Xtreme environment, so as to be ready for whatever crazy ideas the winning girl comes up with. Winning the title was a bonus, and a blessing in many ways as now I'm getting plenty of practise, and finding a new niche in this business that I didn't previously know existed. Comparisons between Izzy & me are easy to make, that's true, but my decisions are influenced by what is right for me... what she deems right for her, and the choices she makes are not even a factor. I'm Camilla first, and a Pazzini second. My achievements should be taken in their own right, rather than weighed up against my sister's." Ace seems to only appear more amused as he lifts up both of his arms, bringing his hands together in the fashion of applause, but he cuts it off after a few claps. Leaning a little forward in his chair, the amusement disappearing, instead his gaze fixed sharply upon her as he speaks now. Ace: "Well said, now I wonder how long you have rehearsed that speech there. You're right, your achievements should be weighed separately, it's you who wants to constantly one-up her. You see, let me tell you something. Of course you remember how you first presented yourself to the SWA, you hid yourself behind a facade, a mask if you will. You were attempting to fool everyone into thinking that you were just some foolish little girl. The thing about masks, about facades is that eventually you become so good at them that you can begin to fool yourself. Your sister was as you said the way she is, but you had your father's love. Yet she made it anyway. I think you're fooling yourself and you do not even realize it. You want to prove that you are better, there's some inkling within you that questions whether you really are better. Hidden even from you, so well that you do not recognize it. Yet here you are, with exactly the same title your sister held, and with the right to truly call yourself the Diva of Extreme. You could think what you have said is true, but it would be quite the little coincidence . . don't you think? No, I say that you are the one who needs to wake up. Get Over It, you are indeed Camilla, so do something to prove it. Prove that you are not just chasing your sister's shadow, admit it to yourself . . then move past it." With that Ace slips back into his chair and peers at Camilla expectantly. Camilla wrinkles her nose slightly, then chuckles a little. Camilla: "If you think about it, it's pretty difficult to find something to do that she hasn't... because she goes around trying to do everything! She won the Cruiserweight Championship, she's challenging to be Commissioner this week... and of course she tried... and failed... to take your SWA Championship from you. She likes to make her prescence known, that's for sure. Perhaps your attempts at subconscious psychology uncover some truth, perhaps not. I admit I am no expert. But I'm also no philosopher, and I'm perfectly content with the world as I percieve it through my own mind, thank you very much!" Camilla laughs a little. Ace is silent for a few moments then, and he just begins to shake his head, a grin evident once again. This one though is a little more free than the last. Ace: "I almost feel sorry for you, you know." He paused but then shook his head. Ace: "That's enough of that though. Now to the most important part of this show, where I bring up the issues of other people. Before I take over though, I will give you a chance to speak first if you wish. So, go right ahead." Camilla smiles. Camilla: "You know... I think I'll leave it to the expert. I'll just sit back, and... admire your work." Ace: "Very well. Now, your Women's Title, you're having a little invitational, and one of the contestants is the recepient of my one and only Get Over It this evening, aside from yours earlier of course." With that his gaze shifts toward the camera. Ace: "Onyx Nightfur. You know, if you wanted fur on yourself . . you could just refrain from shaving. Get Over It. These people who like to pretend they are werewolves and other mythical creatures such as vampires, are all only practicing escapism. Obviously there is something in their life they would rather not remember and so they choose to hide themselves with a false image, inside of a false strength they do not possess. You belong in a Goth Club, not a wrestling ring, Onyx." Camilla giggles at this. Ace stands up now, moving over to the couch, keeping a short distance though as he extends his right hand. Ace: "Well, that is just about it, it was good to have you here, Camilla." Camilla smiles. Camilla: "Thank you. It was good to be here... I think, anyway!" She shakes Ace's hand, giggling slightly. Ace turns his head toward the camera even as he's shaking her hand. Ace: "As always, if you do not like what I have to say, then you can . . Get Over It!" With that the scene fades to black as Kenny Wayne Shepherd's "A Little Bit More" begins to play.