(Another match...another loss by Jack Hendrix. A rather dissappointing Forsaken Friday for the reigning Dirty South Champion and it has put him in a very foul mood. For some reason he feels that the management is trying to ruin his career. Or maybe they are trying to test his patience. Either way....Hendrix is on the verge of losing it. This brings us to the present.... Hendrix is driving down the road on his Harley. He is headed to DRWF headquarters. As he drives along the thoughts of Forsaken Friday roll through his head. He is trying to figure out where he went wrong. Why he ended up on the losing end of such an important match. And in the process....making him a disappointment to his teamates in the CBK. He finally reaches his destination at DRWF headquarters. He parks his bike and walks in the building. He gets on the elevator and takes it to the top floor. When he gets out he is greeted by a few of the DRWF staff members.) RECEPTIONIST: Mr. Hendrix. Can I help you? HeNdRiX: Youre damn right you can help me. I wanna see Will right now! RECEPTIONIST: Sorry. You will have to wait. He is in a meeting with President IcE. HeNdRiX: Fuck that! I aint waiting. I have been waiting all fucking week. (Hendrix storms past the receptionist but is meet by guards in front of Big Will's office. Hendrix just stands there and an evil smile comes across his face as he stares down the 4 guards.) HeNdRiX: Is this a joke? They send four rent-a-cops to stop me? Gimme a fucking break. GUARD: Mr. Hendrix. We do not want to use force but if we have to we will. (Hendrix walks up to the guard and gets only a few inches from his face.) HeNdRiX: Bitch. You better move or you and your buddies here are going to be entered into early retirement. If not by me beating you down it will be by your boss in there. Do you understand? (Just then the door swings open and Big Will is standing there just shaking his head.) BIG WILL: Whats going on out here? What the fuck is the security all about? HeNdRiX: Well Will..for some reason they are blocking me from coming into your office. Is there a reason for this? WILL: Well..I wasnt told you were out here Hendrix. But come on in. (Hendrix walks into Will's office. Will walks back behind his desk and we can see Prez IcE sitting in a chair. Hendrix walks over to Will's fridge and gets himself a bolt 45. He then takes a seat in a chair beside IcE.) IcE: Hendrix. Whats going on? HeNdRiX: Thats what I am here to find out. What is this shit on Friday? Who the hell is this mystery opponent? WILL: Is that what you are pissed about? Damnit kid...you need a prozac. You should have no problems beating the piss out of this guy. (Ice just laughs to himself. Hendrix scowls at him) HeNdRiX: Is this funny to you? I have been thrown around the DRWF like a piece of meat. Mystery opponents...last minute changes in my schedule. And you think this is funny. Well I dont. I am sick of being the laughing stock of the DRWF. I may be the Dirty South champ but it doesnt matter. I guess you have to win the belt in a card game to get some real respect. Or maybe I will just have to start beating respect into people. I am fed up with this shit. IcE: Well kid...thats the business. And what kind of respect do you want when you go out last week and get beat by Virus? Virus...a Firs Class Felony member? What kind of respect does that deserve? HeNdRiX: I got beat. Everyone gets lucky once in a while. Of course I dont see you sitting there with any gold around your waist. So that means you probably got beat sometime in your illustrious career. Am I right? WILL: But this was Virus. You should have killed his ass. But you lost Hendrix. Maybe I was wrong about you. (HEndrix stands up and begins pacing) HeNdRiX: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I have been busting my ass for this federation..for the CBK. And all I get is "maybe I was wrong about you". Well Friday you will regret that statement. Because you can put whoever you want in that ring with me. It doesnt matter...he will end up a bloodstain on the mat. Im through being mr. niceguy. Its go time now. Im not putting up with this bullshit anymore. Remember this...his blood is in your hands now. (Hendrix storms out of the office and slams the door. Will and Ice stand there with a befuddled look on their faces) WILL: Now look what you did. IcE: The kid has a point.... (The scene shifts to the lobby again. Hendrix is talking to the receptionist.) HeNdRiX: Is the set ready for my promo yet? I had it scheduled for noon and its a quarter after now. RECEPTIONIST: Yes it is sir. They are waiting for you. (Hendrix walks into the studio and onto the set. He tells the man to get the camera rolling. The director says "ACTION" and the promo begins.) HeNdRiX: You know..I have been in this federation for a short time and I have been giving one hundred percent ever since I got here. But there are some people in the back that think I may have made it to easy in the DRWF. Well...they are dead wrong. I worked my ass off to get where I am in this business today. And even though I am not at the top of this federation I still have become a household name in a short time. And I plan on staying that way for a long time. Because I am not gonna let a lucky win by that little bastard Virus get me down. Anyone can get lucky...but can it continue? I think not. He is riding high right now but I am gonna knock him off of that horse in due time. So dont get too cocky boy....I aint through with you yet. But first I have another thing to worry about. It seems this Friday I have a match against a "myster opponent". I dont know if this is some kind of punishment for losing to Virus or just a way to introduce some new meat to the federation. It doesnt matter to me. They can send anyone they feel fit to me and it will all come out the same. He will be looking at the lights and I will be standing over him as the winner. And when this new prospect or whoever it is gets taken away in the ambulance...then all I have to say is that you sent him to the slaughterhouse. I was just doing my job. It doesnt matter to me if your investment is crippled for life. I dont care who I destroy. (Hendrix lights up a cigarette.) HeNdRiX: Its time to get back to the way I was when I first entered this business. The days of Mr. Nice Hendrix is over. I will not be a part to these games anymore. I am in this business for the money..and I never denied that. And the chance of hurting people and getting credit for it just sweetens the pot. But as far at the little games being played around here with my career...that is over. You are looking at a new Jack Hendrix. The Jack Hendrix that the guys in the back will wish they never unleashed. Because the bodycount is about to increase in the DRWF. And you can guarantee that Jack Hendrix will be one of the reasons. Remember this people.... (The camera focuses on Hendrix face.) HeNdRiX: Dont just hate me...FEAR ME! FADE TO BLACK