”Some people make headlines, others make history.”

This is a saying that has different meanings to different people. But to Jack Hendrix it has been a way of life. He has proven over and over again that he is the type of man that lives for the moment. The type of man that is not satisfied until his name is up in lights. Until his name is at the top of the marquee. He lives his life to be the best at what he does and doesn’t let anyone stop him. But there are those out there that have tried. And all have failed.

Now he has come to the IOA to prove to the world that he still has what it takes to be that man. To be the Headliner. But he now has to fight for this title. A title that he has held for three long and grueling years. Whether it was the wHw, the EPW, the ECWF, the wWw , the DRWF…and now the IOA…he has carried a banner of being one of the best in the business. He has carried the name Headliner to new heights. But now he has to fight for the right to use a name that he has bled and sweat to maintain. He does not intend on giving it up. Especially to a two bit loser like T-Money. This brings us to the present… We find Hendrix walking down the streets of Jakarta. He has a cameraman at his side and a microphone in his hand. He is wearing a black tank top with the word “experience” across the front and a pair of khaki cargo shorts. He stops and turns towards the camera and begins to speak.

HENDRIX: We are on the streets of Jakarta, Indonesia. And everytime I take a walk down the streets of these little third world countries that the IOA has been dragging me too I miss the states so damn much. But that isn’t really why I am here. I thought I would take this beautiful, sunny and goddamn humid day to talk to attempt to converse with these people and find out who they think the REAL headliner is.

He stops talking and lights up a cigarette. He turns and walks down the street until he comes up to this group of teenage kids standing around passing a joint. They all cheer as they see Hendrix approach them.

HENDRIX:These look like a couple of fairly intelligent guys here. Maybe I should ask them who they think. The real Headliner is.

He puts the mic in the middle of the crowd and in unison the boys yell out “HENDRIX”. He turns and a cocky smirk comes across his face. He then shakes their hands and turns and heads back down the street. He continues until he comes up to an attractive Indonesian woman standing on the corner….obviously a prostitute. He stops and begins talking to her.

HENDRIX:Excuse me. We are conducting a survey for the IOA which has come to town for our latest edition of Heatwave. Are you familiar with us?

WOMAN: Yes..me familiar. Jimmy Blast, Chaz Anderson…not big spenders. You look like big spender. You want Li-Li?

HENDRIX:Nah…not after what you just told me. Now I am just here to ask you who you think the real Headliner is. Is it Jack Hendrix or is it T-Boney?

WOMAN: T-Money cheap bastard. He wanted three way with farm animal. So I say that Hendrix real Headliner.

Hendrix just laughs and heads back down the street where comes up to and older man with a “Tyranny” shirt on. The man becomes excited when he sees Hendrix and the cameraman coming towards him. He fixes his hairs…or whats left of it. Hendrix walks up to him and the man pulls a small notebook out his pocket.

MAN: You Hendrix. I see you on television. You give me autograph?

HENDRIX:Sure. But first you have to answer a question. Obviously you are a fan of the IOA. Who would you say deserves the name Headliner?

MAN: That easy…Jack Hendrix. T-Money is a joke.

Hendrix signs the mans book and then his shirt. He heads up the road and takes a seat at an outside restaurant. He orders up a drink and leans back on the chair. He looks into the camera and begins to speak.

HENDRIX:I think I proved my point. You see…even as far as this god forsaken place people know who I am. They all know who the true Headliner is. So why doesn’t someone who is supposedly intelligent as T-Money is figure it out. I guess he will have to find out the hard way. And I have no problem beating some sense into that narrow skull of his. You see…I worked my ass off to get where I am. And along with these accomplishments I have carried the banner of “The Headliner” to new heights. And no matter what it takes I plan on keeping the tradition alive. So T-Money….you better start looking for a new name. Or on second thought…after the beating I give you maybe you will just retire and give us all a break from seeing your pathetic ass being bitched slapped around by the real Headliner. And I will hurt you boy. I will beat you and beat you until you finally figure out who you are dealing with. Until you finally admit that I am the true Headliner and you are just a flash in the pan. In your own mind you may think that this is a insignificant thing to fight over. But for me…it is a lifestyle. It is the respect that comes with the name Headliner. And after this weekend you will respect me. When it is all said and done you will look up at me before you lose conciousness and say ‘Are you an angel?’ and I will just look down at you and laugh at your broken and bruised body. I will look down at you and say ‘No. I am the one and only Headliner’. And you will fade into unconciousness and into obscurity. All because you got your first and last experience from the man..the myth…the legend. “The Headliner” Jack Hendrix.

Hendrix just smiles as the waitress brings him his drink. He gets some money out his pocket and throws some to the cameraman.

HENDRIX:Go on. Go get her. You know you want her. Li-Li will be waiting for you.

The cameraman drops the camera and hurries off to meet his date. Hendrix picks up the camera and points is at his face.

HENDRIX:You all know whats coming.

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