"Mikey," said the guard, "I've got your din...." he was stopped at the horrible sight before him. His fellow guard was burned across his face and left arm, the cell door completely destroyed like it had been blown up from the inside and burnt marks and ashes along the walls and floors.

"That son of a bitch got out!" said the guard as he ran for the phone but was stopped by a jolt in his back. A small bolt of lightning from a certain Mikey Henderson.

"Time to win that competition..." said Mikey as he left the cells to enter the tournament. He finally reached it and picked out a number from the box.

"Way to be late Mikey," said the runner of the matchups, "the competition is already 1/4 over and you just got here?"

"Can it dude!" said Mikey as he pulled out a number...

"Hmm 56, sounds good...said Mikey." Number 56 that only meant one thing, Mikey the Hothead who could torch a whole city in one blast was going up against none other than his brother's girlfriend, Gwen