The screen turns black, but suddenly two spades appear on either side of the screen and begin to spin in place, before suddenly they shatter into shards of glass as red words come flying forward to fill the screen through the shards, "Get Over It". The black drips down along with the red, pouring away to reveal Ace's office, with him seated back behind his desk as usual, adorned in a fine grey blazer and peering toward the camera from behind a pair of glasses. Ace: "Do not attempt to adjust your sets, I really am here, I'm not going to dwell too much on that subject though as I have a guest waiting outside." The camera shifts momentarily as Jac Morgan walks in through the door. Ace: "Welcome, welcome. Do come in, have a seat." Ace motions from behind his desk to the couch just to the side of it. Jac walks in and flops down grinning slightly. Jac: Thanks for having me Ace, glad to have you back. Ace lets a faint grin tug at his own lips. Ace: "I'll believe it if you say the same by the end of my show. I am glad to be back though, I'm sure it's quite a surprise to many. Infact, this show itself will be the surprise, at least to everyone but yourself. You're the first to know, well, aside from management of course." Jac nods with a chuckle. Jac: Well, doesn't that make me feel special. So why did you want me here in the first place, I'm not the best of people to interview. Only a quirk to one side of Ace's lips this time. Ace: "Well, you should feel special. After all, you're on a bit of a rise,, the current champion as it stands. Thus it only makes sense that I would ask you on, I have to make it quite a show for my return after all." Jac shrugged then nodded with a chuckle and a grin. Jac: Yeah, well I just did the best I could and it got me here didn't it now. I bet you never expected as much did you Ace: "Not another best I could line, I had enough of those before, now it's the first thing I hear when I come back. Egads, going for a Wheaties ad now, Jac?" Jac blinks arching an eyebrow. Jac: no, not at all infact I don't plan on letting anyone get their hands on this belt, its mine and I plan on keeping it mine. Ace: "Is that why you have not defended it since winning it? I suppose that is a sound strategy if you want to keep it, likely the best way to go. I'm surprised all the past champions didn't think of it, then they would still have the belt." Jac snorts Jac: I haven't defended it because there isn't anyone worthy of defending it against. Ace gives a cold sort of laughter at this point, before shaking his head back and forth a bit. His gaze shifting toward the camera for a moment. Ace: "Well, you all heard it here first, no one is worthy of fighting Jac here. At least, not so according to him." Ace's gaze shifts back then. Ace: "Not that I do not believe you, but I wonder . . if no one is worthy of fighting you for that belt, where oh where is your deathmatch championship now?" Jac snorts and shrugs. Jac: In truth I wasn't even supposed to ever defend that belt again! I took it off the shelf and the original plan was for me to defend it against Big Poppa Jim, but well Jim just wandered off again and I ended up in the ring with My Brother. Who took advantage of my state of mind at the time. Now see I'm at the top of my game now. And I know that anyone Management wishes to throw at me I can handle. Ace: "The top of your game, you say? What would that be, Tennis, Monopoly . . Checkers?" Ace's grin has returned by this point. Jac snorts and just rolls his eyes. Jac: You know, I'm not worried about what you think of me, you're an egotistical basterd I'll face anyone willing to challenge me for the belt. I will defend it. Ace merely tilts his head to one side for a moment at that, but his grin doesn't slip away. Ace: "Of course you will. Anyway let's move onto my favorite part of the show. The person I have a few words on this time is Isabella, possibly your future sister-in-law it would seem. Wouldn't that make your family so much more twisted? That's not my point though. Seems like her time on her back has caught up to her finally, and here I thought we'd be seeing a child out of the Rachel and Alan couple first. Oh well, but before I delve too deeply, do you have anything to say, Jac? I'm sure everyone wants to hear your opinion on Roary and Isabella's . . relationship." Jac frowns rolling his eyes then shrugs. Jac: My brother has been married twice before and we can all see where thats gotten him, I mean he's been divorced twice. But, honestly if this is what makes him happy then more power to him. Ace: "That was an awfully boring speech, Jac. Started off so well, too. Come on, what do you . . really think? Not just about Roary mind you, but of the person you decided not to even mention. Miss Isabella Pazzini." Jac: Given a fair fight I'd kick her ass to one side of the ring to the other, she sat around saying what a great champion she is well was, and then she can't even defend it on her own. Hell she didn't even defend it against me the person everyone in this damn fed said didn't deserve the shot at the title She needed my brother to defend her lame ass. Ace: "Now that is more like it." Ace's grin lifts a little more before he continues. Ace: "I suppose that makes it my turn. We all knew this was coming, it was but a matter of time. It only fits in with the image you made for yoursefl, Isabella. If you did not want people to think of you as they do, then you would have conducted yourself differently. I will correct a remark I saw on the Wristlock previously while I was out though. A caller on the show referred to you as a whore, no, a whore charges when they spread their legs. Ace: "You are not like that though, no, you simply desire a man to be atop you both figuratively and literally. Despite all the talk about your being able to defeat anyone, woman or man. How you were a great champion, you really just wanted a man to put you in your place it would seem. Now Jac's brother has come along to do just that. Are you happy now? You can be the good little woman that you really want to be. . . . Get Over It Isabella, you're pathetic." Jac snickers and nods his head in agreement. Ace: "Speaking of relationships with their ups and downs though . . . how are things with you and the wife, Jac?" Jac: We're doing great in fact we're expecting our second child in early october," He grins brightly. Jac: We've had some rough spots but I think me and Sammie are meant to be and such, I don't think theres much that could destroy our relationship. Ace: "Yes, I suppose given that you are the champion now there is not much chance of you being swayed by a few well-placed words to stroke your ego and guide you in a separate direction. You are on the top for now, but what happens when you fall and begin to lose that limelight again? You won't turn your back on everyone just for a chance to feel . . important again?" Jac looks thoughtful then shook his head slowly. Jac: I learned my lesson over the winter, I'm going to do what I need to do but I will never betray the friendship of the coles or the love of my wife ever again. I know now who has my best interests at heart and trusting my siblings is about the dumbest thing anyone can do. If I do loose the belt, then I'll just work my ass off to get it back. Ace: "Ahh, well that's quite a noble sentiment of you. However, I am more inclined to draw your intention to another thing that you said aside from your intention to 'work hard' to get your belt back whenever it is you do lose it. That is, given that you said it would be 'dumb' to trust your siblings, does that mean we should be suspecting to see you all making up very soon?" Ace asks as both lips curl once more into the shape of a grin. Jac: When all you have is siblings, two of whiched raised you from birth, forgiveness is second nature. In fact, if you've done your research, which I'm sure you have you would know my brother, Roary tried to kill me at one point a few years ago. It was hard for me to come to terms with, but yes I forgave him, and he redeemed himself by saving my life when I was at my darkest. Ace: "Hmm, well, I do suppose you answered my question quite well there. You are indeed an idiot." Ace's grin had slipped away as he said this, and his face was a cool serious slate, purveying nothing along with the words themselves. Jac shrugged. Jac: Perhaps I am, I never said I was the sharpest tool in the shed, that was up to my highschool to tell everyone I had a genius leval IQ and skip me from my freshman year straight on into my senior. Ace: "Good for you, would you like an 'eat me' cookie? Now that Ventor is no longer here, someone has to eat them instead I suppose. I digress though, you see there is a necessary balance to actually be intelligent persay. One that requires a mixture of intellect, common sense, and wisdom." Jac rolls his eyes. Jac: Why don't you eat the Eat Me cookie Alice...I mean Ace. Ace: "A witty retort, calling me a girl, yes, I must thank you for again assisting me in driving my point home to the fans out there, Jac. I wonder how you came to have a child if you do not know the difference? Perhaps you can get your wife to explain that to you as well as the difference between boys and girls. Just to clarifty, there's no such thing as a stork." Jac narrowed his eyes at him then smirked. Jac: I do know what your trying to do Ace, and it isn't going to work. Ace: "Oh whatever might that be, Jac? I am just curious, given your lack of knowledge. Perhaps your brother helped you out there, too?" Jac smirks. Jac: no, no I got this one on my own Ace old Buddy, you're trying to get under my skin, get a rise out of me. Ace lifts a hand up to his chin, scratching beneath it lightly, his gaze actually having drifted seemingly from Jac for a moment, but only a moment before it returns. Ace: "Hmm, under your skin? No, I assure you, it's just curiousity. So, if it's not Roary . . then perhaps Wreck or Rage? You did grow up with them, so obviously they were around as well, and it was them who your wife immediately ran to after you went over to the IWF. I don't know why I didn't think of them first, seems rather obvious now that I think about it." Jac blinks now looking throughly confused. Jac: " What on earth are you talking about?" Ace: "Oh, surely you have not forgotten. When you went over to the IWF, your dear wife immediately went to Wreck and Rage, and also if memory serves when you went to stay with Roary your wife assisted those two in finding you, so that they could then assault you. Seems rather suspect to me, thought I'm not too sure which one of them it might have been, or perhaps both?" Ace: "Hopefully that helps with the confusion, which again goes back to the your being an idiot part, or do I perhaps need to spell it out a bit more for you? Jac arches an eyebrow. Jac: "Sammie would never do that! Ace: "Are you so sure? Haven't you learned anything about trust by now? I mean, considering what you did, she did take you back without too much fuss. I'm sure you put that toward the fact that she loves you, but perhaps she was a bit remorseful herself? Hmm, a quandry, indeed." Ace says this as he takes to scratching his chin, seemingly in thought. Jac shakes his head frowning. Jac: You won't get me to doubt my wife, She loves me and I love her. Nothing you say or do will convince me otherwise. And furthermore, Wreck Nor Rage would...do that....Wreck is my best friend and prehaps its flown the small capacity of your brain but Rage is married and the father of two. Ace: "Methinks thou dost protest too much. Besides, I never would have even brought up such a thought if it were not for your lack of understanding of the difference between the sexes. Which of course also accounts for your poor choice in words I suppose. I mean surely you're not saying that being married and having children immediately constitutes an unswerving loyalty. After all you turned your back on your wife for a time, and not even for another woman, just for the chance to shine. There are quite a lot of cases out there to prove your thesis wrong, Jac. Many men cheat, even when they have a wife and children waiting at home." Jac just shook his head again. Jac: Oh go blow it out your ass, Ace allows the slightest hint of a grin to tug at his lips, but it fades quickly. Ace: "Most people use their mouths to blow, Jac, normally the only time anything is 'blown out an ass', is when a person farts. I am having to explain quite a lot to you, for you to have skipped so many grades." Jac just rises to his feet. Jac: Alright then, fuck off and go to hell," He turned and stalked off Now the grin has wholly returned, but again it only rests there for a few moments before his face turns serious, his gaze shifting to the camera. Ace: "Well, I suppose it is fortunate that he chose now to leave as I am running out of time. So, to all of you out there, I'm back, and if you don't like it . . . Get Over It!"