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The sun is burning down Royal Street in the city of New Orleans. The city is in its usual frenzy as the streets are lined with citizens and tourists alike. In the midst of a New Orleans summer the temperatures reach upwards of 100 degrees and the crowd lulls in the heat. The balconies are full of people relaxing in the shade. Nothing stops the citizens of this beautiful city.

As we pan along the balconies we notice a man sitting at a table at one of the cities fine dining establishments. He is wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a white V-neck tshirt. He is wearing a blue Dallas Cowboys fitted basball hat on his head turned backwards and a pair of sunglasses. He is sitting there drinking a beer and reading a local newspaper. A cigarette is hanging out of his mouth...peculiar site for a man that looks like he works out in a gym. As we draw closer the man looks up. It is none other than Jack Hendrix.

Fresh of a dissappointing loss to Chris Reinhardt...Hendrix is hoping to rebound with a win over Kid Lightneing. But is that all that is on his mind? With the betrayal of Rusty Miller and Exile his mind is beginning to wonder why.

He looks up from his newspaper and looks out into the distance as he begins to speak....

"Its been a couple of days since Heatwave and I still am sort of in shock. After all of the talk by our so-called World Champion Rusty Miller has been dishing out about how much he despises the Unholy Alliance. After all of the prideful boasting how he is going to bring the IOA back out of their grip. He does the very opposite...he turns on his friends and joins the Alliance. And not only that....he convinced Exile to do the same thing. But why? What brought him to turn his back on everything he believes in....or believed in. Thats definitely not the Rusty Miller that brought me into the IOA. It cannot be the same person that convinced me to join him and Will Uncanny in Tyranny to stop this power trip. But I guess not all things stay the same. He will regret it though. He will definitely regret it. "

Hendrix takes a long drag of his cigarette. His face goes from emotionless to serious in a hearbeat.

"You know Rusty...I came here to the IOA for one reason...and that was to make Will Uncanny pay for what he did to me in the past. And as much as I hated him though...I always had respect for him. I had respect that he would face me like a man and not be a bitch about it. And you know what? I though you were the same way...but I guess I was wrong. But you made your choice Miller...now you will have to live with the consequences. Because now you dont only have Uncanny and myself to deal with....but you also have those so-called friends of yours to watch out for. What? Do you think that Z-Pac, Triple J and the others wont turn you at that slight chance of taking your World Title away from you? You should have known better. It would probably be in your best interest to sleep with one eye open from now on because now you have to wonder whats going to happen next. How long will the rest of the Alliance stand back and wait for that chance to become the IOA World Champion? How long do you think they are going to look up at you knowing that you hold all their dreams in your hand? With the egos surrounding you...I would give it more than a month until they are looking over your shoulder waiting for the moment to strike. And you know what Miller....we will be sitting back and laughing. Because you fucked up. You went from having the respect of many to being hated by those same admirers. You became the new Alliance bitch and they will push you and pull you any way they want you to go. And you know what? Now all you will be able to do is bend over and take it. But believe this champ...its not over by a long shot. You pissed off a lot of people and you are going to pay pennance for all of your transgressions...I guarantee that...CHAMP!

Hendrix just shakes his head in disgust as he orders up another drink. He lights up another cigarette off of the one he just smoked. He then just leans back in his chair.

"But right now....I cant worry about Miller. Right now I have to worry about myself and my match with Kid Lightening. I have to worry about crawling out of this slump and getting back on my feet again. And Kid Lightening could be the boost I need to get back into the swing of things. You see...Reinhardt got me last week. He thought he would make an example out of me. Well...believe me...thats not over yet. But right now I have to focus on my next opponent. I dont believe what they put me up against this week."

A sort of cocky smile comes across his face.

"I am 6 foot 8 inches tall and weight 285 pounds. And they decide to put me up against some light weight in the person of Kid Lightning. Are they fucking kidding me? I dont care what he thinks he is or how 'extreme' he thinks he can be...there is no way in hell that this little shit is going to beat me. Let him try all the high flying acrobatics he can muster. All it is going to take is one eXperience and he will be lying there and counting the lights. And no...I am not going to give him credit. I am not going to pick him up and raise his hand because he fought someone bigger than himself. I have no respect for stupidity and when a 230 pound lightweight walks into the ring with me...its stupidity...plain and simple. So all I have to say Kid is bring your best and hope that it is good enough to keep you alive. Because you are coming up against me at the wrong time son. I am pissed off and just looking for someone to take it out on. It just so happens that you are the next in line for an ass kicking. Hey...dont blame me after I cripple you...blame the guys that sent you up against me. I am just doing my job. I put out a product called pain and you are going to be one of my best customers. Whether you like it or not."

A waiter comes over with Hendrix's food. He looks down at it and the throws the prime cut piece of steak off of the balcony. He glares at the waiter.

"Didnt I tell you I wanted my steak rare? How hard is it to follow directions? Are you a fucking moron? Do you want me to get out my english to moron dictionary to translate it for you? RARE!! That means I want it bloody...comprende?"

The waiter shakes his head and walks away in disgrace. Hendrix just shakes his head and sits back and begins to speak again.

"Do you see what I have turned into? I used to have patience. I used to be the type of guy that it took a lot to piss me off. But after what has transpired over the past couple of days it has been hard to be patient. I need something to destroy. I need something to take out all of these frustrations out on. And it looks like Kid Lightning will have to be that person. To bad...it looked like he may have a promising career. I guess we will never know."

The waiter comes back a few minutes later with another steak and the manager following close behind. The manage apologizes to Hendrix and he graciously accepts. Then we fade out as he begins his meal.