The scene lights up to show Ace straightening his tie, before he turns toward the camera. A slow smile turning up on his lips. Ace: "Hello out there, you're probably all thinking, 'Wait, there was already a Get Over It not too long ago.' Well, as that one was quite short and some of my information was a little false, I thought I would do another one. Even if that one has led to some rather interesting circumstances." He stands and makes his way over to a cooler, taking out a bottle of water, he loosens the cap and fills the fine crystal on his glass before replacing the bottle in the cooler. Ace: "I start off today's show with a message to Boomer. Boomer who apparently is sad that he has never had a belt around his waist, nor heard the fans chant his name. Boomer, it is understandable. You want vindication. Well, no, actually you apparently -need- vindication. Your own thoughts are not enough to you, you need something to hold onto to prove to you that you are a worthwhile person, and that you have taken the right path in life. That you have not wasted all these years in the SWA. Well Boomer . ." He pauses and lifts the glass up, taking a small sip before placing it back onto a coaster on his desk. Ace: "Get Over It! Stop whining, and do things for yourself. So the fans don't like you, so you don't have any gold, what difference does it make? You're not some genius who has had a sudden revelation about his path in life. Get Over It and just wrestle." He takes a pause to reach for his glass and again take a small sip before continuing. Ace: "My next message goes out personally to the president of the SWA, Crystal. Crystal, I would have expected more wit from a person who is the head of a business such as this. 'Lovelife or lack thereof?' Really, how long did you spend on -that- line? I digress, I am getting off point again. I do that far too often lately. Apparently you did not enjoy Stevie Corah's admition of love to you the other night, did you hear he's back in the hospital? You really broke his heart!" Ace cannot help it, he breaks out in a short fit of laughter, almost maniacal at this point. It's slow but he eventually collects himself. Ace: "Seriously though. I thought you could use a little pick me up after the whole Brandon and Rachel fiasco, even if it has been sometime. Someone to throw themselves at you, make you feel good about yourself, you know. Get Over It, it was funny. Come on, I know you laughed." This time he lifts up the glass and takes his time about finishing it, one sip at a time as if he was savoring every bit of the water. Ace: "Now to the last bit of business. I had to of course keep you waiting until the end Stevie. Keep you on the edge of your se- . . err, bed. I'm not going to release Locke, especially not after your little bout of theatrics, running off with Ferris like that. Not that I had any intention to to begin with, but it seriously hurt any chance of me changing my mind. So, yes, I lied. Simple as that. Get Over it! Now, as to our match . . I have thought about the stipulations, and this is how it is going to be. There will be no pinfalls, no submissions. No ring outs. No referee for that matter. Just you, me, and Locke . . . on a pole, high above the ring." He pauses for a moment there to let it sink in. Ace: "Yes, you heard me. We will be having a Locke on a pole match. The first person to climb up the ladder and pull him down wins. Either way you will be leaving the arena with Locke. You might ask why bother putting him on a pole then? Why? Because it amuses me." With that he moves to take his chair, sitting down and turning back toward the chair. Ace: "Well, that's it for this episode and I think it more than makes up for the last. Until next time."