(One more day until Heatwave and the REAL Headliner Jack Hendrix has not stopped training. His focus and determination for this match has been the more vigerous than any since he entered the IOA. Running...lifting...sparring...it has been relentless ever since he signed the contract to face T-Money at Heatwave. In his eyes...this match could make or break him in the IOA.

This brings us to the present...

Hendrix is on his morning run. As he heads down a long and winding dirt road on the outskirts of town he is closely followed by his trainer. It has to be about ninety degrees outside and he is wearing a sweatshirt and sweat pants. The hood of his sweatshirt covers his head and his clothes are drenched with sweat. As his running continues he comes upon a small farmhouse. He stops there and takes a small rest and then heads on his way.

His running has brought him to a small creek. He stops and takes a seat under a shade tree while he pours some water over his head to cool him down. His trainer comes up to tell him a few things and then heads back into town. Hendrix just sits there for a second sipping his Gatorade. He then looks up into and begins to speak...)

HENDRIX:The IOA has lived up to its billing so far. You have the Unholy Alliance running the show while groups like Tyranny and The Russo Family are fighting for survival. And me...I am sitting on the fence trying to decide my future here. I mean...do I go over to where the power lies with the Alliance? Or do I take the role of the underdog and try and get in with Tyranny or the Russo Family. Is it not simple? What kind of fool do you think I am?

(A smile comes across his face as he pulls a pack of Marlboro from his pocket. He lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag)

HENDRIX:You know...I could care less right now. I have a match coming up that I have to win. Its a match that may put me on the map in the IOA. And a match that will prove to the world who the headliner is and who is the imposter. And I guarantee you this much...I dont intend on losing this match.

I hear T-Money spouting words from his mouth that really have no meaning in my eyes. His accomplishments he speaks of...irrelevant. If he wants to get into accomplishments then he better stop while he still has his pride. But no matter..what really annoys me is him telling me to change my name? That he had it first? Are we in a wrestling federation or a pre-school? I came to the IOA and didnt know who anyone was around here. I could care less who anyone was. I didnt know T-Money from a hole in the ground until he came out here last week and began bawl sucking about me "stealing" his name. I could have cared less if he had the same name as me. But he wanted to act like some little 3 year old and start some shit. Well boy...you started it all and I am going to finish it. Im going to finish this fight over the rights to the name "Headliner" and in the process I am going to end your career. Because you see...you brought this all upon yourself. When I am beating you and bludgening you...the only person you have to blame for it is you. You started jacking your jaw about the wrong person. And you ask anyone...I dont sit back and take shit like that from anyone. Especially some whiny little bitch like you. So remember this....your chose your own destiny the first time my name came spewing out of your mouth.

(Hendrix takes the last drag from his cigarette and throws it to the ground. He stands and puts his hood back on.)

HENDRIX:You know..fuck this. I have done enough talking over the past couple of days. Now its time to annihalate and humiliate you and take what is rightfully mine. So make sure the life insurance is paid up and you kiss your family goodbye. Because at Heatwave you will recieve your first and last Hendrix eXperience. And there is nothing you will be able to do about it but lie there and bleed.

(Hendrix jogs off into the blazing sun as we...

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