Ace sits down in front of a reporter.

Damien Ace: I didn't call you here to gawk at me. I know I'm hot, but damn! I called you here, so I can make a point. I have the utmost respect for Jarel Drako Damone. He's the reason this business is what it is. Too bad I don't have that respect for two of his younger siblings. I've lost to the two oldest of the Damones, big deal. I'll come back and beat them one day. But what gets me the most is their sister, Janelle. You had the nerve to put your hands on me. Well, I don't put my hands on females cuz it ain't right, so I'll just take all that anger out on your brother. Hey, Zarel....

Ace holds up a replica of a wrestling ring, the ropes replaced by barbed wire. At the ringside are tables, ladders, chairs, lighttubes, and thumbtacks all over the place- plus a chain on the pole with three more chains at ringside. Then he puts the replica down.

Ace: I'm calling you out. I wanna face the meanest of the mean and the toughest of the tough. But I don't want a regular match with you, no.... That replica I showed you....I call it the Anarchy Deathmatch. This match takes the elements of two deathmatches, the Barbed Wire Massacare, the Biker Chain Match, and Full Metal Mayhem...combining them into the single greatest spectacle of suffering this sport will ever see! Now if you have the heart, the stomach, or most importantly...the balls for this match, you'll accept my challenge. And to my former manager, Janelle. I don't cry and I don't b***h over a lying b***h. By all means, come to ringside. I'll make sure your...just desserts come to you.