(Life has become a hinderance for Jack Hendrix as of late. If it isnt losing to Virus its wrestling to a draw with a virtual newcomer to the federation. What does Hendrix have to do to get ahead in the DRWF. He thought that aligning himself with the CBK...the elite of the DRWF would maybe help him. But lately he has proven to IcE, A-Poc and the rest of the CBK that maybe he wasnt worthy of joining their group. And in the process...his record as of late has the management maybe thinking that they should have let Hendrix develop a little more before putting him into the spotlight. With all the doubt going on around him...its no wonder Hendrix has been like a bear with a sore ass. Hendrix has been looking back and wondering what happened. He stormed into the DRWF with a vengeance. He was going up against some of the best and beating them. But now he can barely make the mid card and when he does he either loses or gets screwed one way or another. What does he have to do to get that edge back? The thought that is going through the young mans head. Something that shouldnt be haunting his thoughts as such a young age. A thought that Hendrix is determined not to let ruin his career. This brings us to the present.... The scene is inside the locker room of the CBK right after Forsaken Friday. The CBK members are all drinking champagne and partying because of A-Poc's regaining the Eternal Title. There are people laughing and shouting. They are having a party to beat all parties. All of them but one....Hendrix. He is sitting on a chair leaning against his locker. He is still in his wrestling gear and he hasnt showered. His Dirty South Title is hanging in his locker behind him. He has a Bolt 45 in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. While the rest of the guys are having fun...Hendrix sits sulking on the bench. Disappointment sets in from his earlier match with the newcomer Chino Mahtaeo.) IcE: Now we have all the motherfucking belts! (A-Poc holds his newly won Eternal Title up in the air as Ace dumps champagne over him.) TIGER: Right here baby. FTW champion...Eternal Champion...Dirty South Champion! The CBK and Thug Life Union have officially taken over the DRWF! A-POC: There aint noone that can stop us now yall. Noone. Fuck First Class Felony. Fuck Jermaine Griggs. They all are looking up at us now boys! (They all are celebrating. But Hendrix still just sits back and watches everyone celebrate.Ice comes up to him and pats him on the shoulder.) Ice: Damnit kid. You gotta cheer the fuck up. You still have your belt. This was a great night for CBK. What the hell are you sitting there and moping for? (Hendrix just glares at Ice and stands up. He walks over to the cooler and grabs a Bolt 45. He opens it up and chugs it down.) A-POC: Lets get the hell outta here. There is a club down the road. Lets go there and really celebrate! Drinks are on your new Eternal Champion! (Everyone cheers as they head out the door. A-Poc walks over to Hendrix) HENDRIX: Yeah. Ill catch up. I gotta get cleaned up first. Congratulations on winning dude. A-POC: Ok Jack. Ill see ya there. (Everyone leaves and Hendrix just stands in the middle of the room looking into a mirror on the wall. All of the sudden he throws his beer bottle into the mirror...smashing it to pieces. He goes into a rage. He begins punching and kicking lockers. He knocks a few of them over. He picks up the television and throws it against the way. Then he picks up a metal chair and throws it against the door. During his rage he glances over and sees Big Willie standing by the door. Hendrix stops and tries to calm himself down. He walks over and takes a seat back on the bench and puts his face in his hands.) BIG WILL: What the fuck is wrong with you Hendrix? Im gonna take this damage out of your check...you do realize this dont you? (Hendrix looks up at him.) HENDRIX: Go ahead. Take my whole fucking check for all I care. I dont think I am done yet. BIG WILL: What are you so pissed about? HENDRIX: Did you see me out there tonight? I was pathetic. I should have beat that guy easily. I dont believe I got this bad in this shor amount of time. What the fuck happened to me? BIG WILL: Maybe you are letting that gold get to your head. I have noticed that you have been slacking off lately. When you first got here you were unstoppable. Now you are just...average. But thats for you to figure out. But from what I see it seems you lost your edge. (Hendrix just smiles and shakes his head.) HENDRIX: Lost my edge? More like it was bled out of me. WILL: Bled it outta ya? What the hell does that mean? HENDRIX: It seems that every time I turn around you guys are testing me. If it isnt fucking around with my schedule its just throwing me into a match unprepared. Like tonight for example. I went into tonight not knowing who the fuck I was fighting. Then you throw this Chino dude against me. But I dont see that with your older guys. They know who they are wrestling. They can prepare for a match. Yeah...I know you may call this whining. But I dont give a shit. I am sick of being your little bitch. Its not helping my career. If anything I am worse off than when I got here. WILL: Thats a bunch of shit. You are the Dirty South Champion. You should be ready for anything. So dont give me that shit! You are losing because you got too fucking cocky. You think that gold makes you invincible and you are fucking wrong son. That belt on your waist should make you more hungry. Hungry for more. But you use it as a crutch and sit back and watch the world pass you by. Get your head out of your ass and do something about it. Quit your fucking whining. (A look of hatred comes across Hendrix face. He gets in Wills face. Then his angry glare turns into an evil smile) WILL: You know what Im talking about boy. Dont you? HENDRIX: Yeah. Actually I do. And you know what..youre right. I think I am gonna quit whining and maybe take some frustrations out on old Chino. This is a new beginning my friend and its time to put the past behind me. And Chino isnt gonna have it so good this time. He is about to be my first victim on the road to the Eternal Title. Friday will be his retirement match. I fucking guarantee that. WILL: Thats better. Now get a shower we have a party to go to. (Hendrix grabs his towel and heads to the shower as the camera fades to black.)