 Click here for "Cold" by Static-X With the end of the snow, the wind died and the sky cleared rapidly. A hush settled over the forest, but there was a tension in the air that was far from peaceful, almost as though a giant had sucked up cloud and wind and snow and was now holding its breath in a fit of pique. The tension did not lessen during the days that followed, although the sky remained clear -- its color the brittle blue seen only in winter -- and there was no sign of returning storms. ~M. Weis & T. Hickman -[ Crowded streets with cars packed bumper to bumper... the Joe Louis Arena is just about emptied out after tonite's Malice. On the inside, no lights are on except for a few "EXIT" lights here and there. A solitaire figure can barely be seen walking down what was a ramp just a few hours ago. The figure walks down slowly with a towel around his neck and his head held down to the ground. The figure walks into the empty square that was a ring and walks around it a few times. He then stops and stands there for a few moments... Just then, black strobe lights flash all around giving an eerie shade of red to everything around including the man. As the camera zooms in for a close-up, the man removes the towel blocking his face to reveal B-Pac. The strobe lights reflect the pain and anger in his eyes and his voice echoes off of the nothingness as he speaks. ]- B-Pac: " Adam Lax... so nice to see you again. I think that the last time I saw you was when I beat you not so long ago. You may think that you have done something great by stealing my title away from me after my well-deserved victory over a certain Max Payne, but you didn't. What you did was seal your fate. Lax, what you have did was sign your name on a contract giving me permission to hunt you down like a fugitive. That's right, Lax... I am the bounty hunter and I won't rest until I have your head on a platter. Like I have said before, I define that belt and the standards of it. You demoralize and degrade the worth of it by wearing it around your waist. You never WERE and never WILL BE Intercontinental material. The only reason you held that belt so long ago was because I was not here to keep it from you... but I'm here now. I am Intercontinental perfection and you are just a small bump in my road to revenge. You cannot stop me, you can only hope to slow me down. You see, Lax, I am not traveling down this dark and lonely path for any certain destination... as far as I am concerned, my journey will NEVER be over. I am not out to get even, I am out to get ahead. " -[ The pulse of the strobe lights start to slow down to almost a heart beat as doors are heard opening and slamming shut in the background. B-Pac lowers his voice to a lower tone and puts the towel back around his neck... ]- B-Pac: " I am not concerning myself with your partner, Adam. I have already beaten him. I am concentrated completely on YOU. I am going to prove my theory that you stole my title belt because you know that you can't get ahold of it any other way. Honestly, Adam, can you rest easy knowing that I am constantly behind you... waiting and biding my time to strike? You won't see it coming, and if you do... it will already be too late. Sleep well, knowing that you have heaped the eternal coals of my ANGER onto your already fiery grave. " -[ Just then, a security guard that is walking around notices B-Pac and yells; "Hey you can't be in here!". The security guard turns on his flashlight and shines it to the spot where B-Pac was but no one is there. The scene fades... to... black. ]-  
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