| (From out of nowhere "Last Resort" by Papa Roach begins to play over the sound system. Through the curtain walks Jack Hendrix. He storms up to the ring and hops up onto the apron. He grabs a mic and gets into the ring. The crowd is chanting "Corbin....Corbin". Hendrix doesnt seem phased by this. He just looks out among the people who are against him and laughs to himself. He takes his sunglasses off and puts the mic up to his mouth to speak. But he is drowned out by the jeers from the crowd. He puts the mic down and waves his hands as if to lead them in the boos. The crowds jeers quiet down and Hendrix raises the mic to his mouth again.....) JACK HENDRIX: Now that you got that outta your system...lemme speak. Now I havent been in the DRWF as long as most of these people and maybe I dont deserve the respect I was given but that doesnt give anyone the right to do whats been done to me. I have given my blood, sweat and tears to this place and all I have gotten in return is a major screw job. Ever since I left the CBK all I have gotten is jobbed and cast aside...and frankly I am sick of it. So I have come out here to redeem myself to you tonight. I have come out here to tell you that this is not happening anymore. I am a new Jack HEndrix. The type of man that will not..... (All of the sudden the lights go down. Across the DRWF Tron all we can see is red lightning. And a face flashing across there in the darkness but it cannot be seen. All of the sudden we hear a thud from a metallic object and a cry of pain. Then we can hear constant thuds from that metallic object. The lights come on and we see a man standing above the body of Hendrix. He is wearing a long trench coat and dark sunglassses. His long blond hair hides most of his face. In his hand he holds a blood splattered baseball bat. He is looking down the fallen Hendrix and it looks like he is laughing. He bends down and grabs the mic from Hendrix limp hands and wipes some of the blood off it onto Hendrix shirt. He then circles his fallen victim...smiling the whole time. He then stops and looks out at the crowd. They are stunned at the site that they behold. The man puts the mic to his mout and begins to speak....) ????: So young but yet so stupid. A man that cannot fulfill his promises to society so he comes out and tries to make excuses to the people that hate him. Moronic gestures and pleas to you to see him in a different light. Bareing his soul to unforgiving leeches. Pathetic. (The crowd gives him a mixed reaction. The man begins pacing over Hendrix again...shaking his head. He then nudges Hendrix with his foot to see if he is unconcious. The EMTs come out and attempt to load Hendrix onto a stretcher as the man looks on...still smiling.) ????: Did you see what you turned him into? Did you see what he has become? Any thoughts of him being a man were gone. He lost his direction and thought that you peons out there would help him get back his "smile". And for the life of my I still cant figure that out. Why anyone would come out here day in and day out to try and prove themselves to a bunch of rednecks and trailer trash. You people are beneath us. You cheer your favorites and jeer the others. You look up to us as role models but yet chastise us for our violence. You all are weak minded. How could anyone want to live to entertain you? I know thats not the direction I have taken. And I am proud to say that I will never travel that road. (The crowd boos him. He just stands there and basks in the crowds disdain for him. As the EMTs haul Hendrix out of the arena the man continues...) ????: You see....I am not in this for the fan appreciation. I refuse to lower myself to your level. And unlike the others around here....I am not in this for the glory or the money. Sure...I have bills to pay like anyone else...but that isnt my motivation. I am in this for the pure pleasure it brings me. The pleasure of the sound of bone hittling flesh. The sound of my opponent screaming and begging because the pain is so intense. The pleasure of seeing my victim's blood pump from his body with every beat of his heart. Just the pleasure of inflicting pain. A simple pleasure to some...but the reason why I step into this ring. Call me sadistic...call me a psycho...it doesnt matter one way or another to me. I love my job and I do it better than most. Can you say that about yourselves? Do you love working at a fast food restaurant. Or slaving in a grocery store for minimum wage? I doubt it. Hell,,,maybe you do. You all look like any job would be good for you with a sixth grade education. (The crowd really boos him. They begin to cheer "Hendrix....Hendrix...". He scoffs at their loyalty for Hendrix.) ????: That isnt going to bring him back. Hendrix is gone for a long time. I think I felt his skull crush when I smashed this bat over his head. It felt kind of good...ha ha ha. Anyway...it seems that there is one roster spot open in the DRWF now. So I am calling out to you Will...I want in. You know who I am and you know what I a capable of. This is just the beginning. I plan on leaving many victims lying at my feet when the time comes. And when its all said and done they will all bow at my feet. They will all recognize that their nightmares have become a reality. They will all realize that they have just witnessed the face of their new god. And when its all said and done....the DRWF will understand that who Jayson Merrick is...and they will fear that name for the rest of their short pathetic lives. I promise you all this. And if you have doubts...then when reckoning day comes you shall fall like the rest. (Merrick drops the mic and stands in the ring. He bends down and puts his finger in Hendrix's blood that lies on the mat. He licks the blood from his fingers and then smiles as he slides under the ropes and into the crowd.) |