(Supreme Saturday...July 13, 2002....DRWF Generation 6 had a rude awakening.  Something that they thought they never would see happen again.  Actually a few things happened.  First and foremost was the return of A-Poc and the emergance of the Elite Alliance.  Bringing one of the most powerful forces of the past to determine the future.

Secondly...there was another return.   The return of a man that was thought to be dead.  Left lying in the ring...lying in a pool of his own blood after being brutally attacked with a baseball bat.  They carried him away on a stretcher and he hasnt been seen since.  Until now.  Yes..."The Headliner" Jack Hendrix has returned to the DRWF...and he is one pissed off motherfucker. 

That brings us to the present....

The camera pans through an empty nightclub in downtown Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  The place is closed down during this day but at night it will be one of the busiest spots in the City of Brotherly Love.  This is the Philadelphia eXperience. One of the many nightclubs throughout the country owned by Hendrix.

As we move through the building we come through a pair of huge double doors into a very extravagant office.  On the wall are autographed pictures of various sports stars.  Emmitt Smith...Micheal Jordan...Shaquille O'Neal...the list goes on and on.  But the one thing that stands out among all of this is a huge trophy case filled with various wrestling title belts.  Then a voice is heard....)

HENDRIX:  Admire them. Admire them like many others have in the past.  Because this is the closest that you will ever come to greatness.  This is the closest to history that your pathetic asses will ever get. 

(The leather chair behind the desk swings around to reveal that Hendrix has been sitting here the whole time.  He stands up and we can see that this successful business man is clad in a t-shirt and blue jeans. 

He walks over to the case and looks at his accomplishments.  He opens up the case.)

HENDRIX:  The wWw European Title.  My third match ever.  I believe his name was The Lunatic.  Not much of a challenge...but I was young...this was a great feat for me.  But of course...it wasnt enough.  I wanted that world title.  I wanted to be at the top of the federation and I wasnt going to let anyone get in my way.  So I went for the juggular.  I worked my way to the top and destroyed everyone in my way until I reached that pinnacle.  I was the World Champion...and noone was taking that away.

(He shuts the case and walks over to the bar to grab a drink.  He pours himself a shot of Southern Comfort and takes it down.  He then turns and continues to speak....)

HENDRIX:  This continued throughout my career.  The wHw...the FSE....the ECWF....the EPW...there was no stopping me.  But right now the past doesnt matter.  Right now all that matters is capturing that one title that has been elusive to me...The DRWF Eternal Title.  I captured the Dirty South title...and it was sweet.  But it wasnt enough.  Then my world went into a whirlwind.  Everything went against me.  I lost everything that I worked for in a few short days.  Left lying in that ring.  Left tasting my own blood.  Left for dead.  He should have known that its not that easy.  He should have known that it was not that simple to get rid of one of the toughest bastards to ever grace the squared circle.  He should have know that it wasnt enough.  He should have...but he didnt.  And that is why he was left lying in a pool of HIS own blood.  That is why I took it upon myself to get rid of the man that nearly ended my career.  That is why Jayson Merrick was left lying in that alley way in New Orleans. 

(An evil smile comes across his face as he walks over to the large picture window overlooking the city of Philadelphia. )

HENDRIX:  You see...thats what happens when you fuck with greatness.  Thats what happens when you step into my world and try to end it.  Thats what happens when you fuck with Hendrix.  And that is what is going to happen now that I am back in the DRWF.  

I came here to win gold.  I came here to make people suffer.  I came here because I feel that I still have something to prove to the world.  All these titles on my wall...mean nothing.  All the careers that I have ended...nothing.  All the legends I have sent into obscurity...not a damn thing.  No...the past means nothing to me.  I am now living in the future.  I came here to conquer the DRWF and everyone that has anything to do with it. 

(Hendrix walks back to his desk and grabs a cigarette from his pack.  He lights one up and takes a deep inhale.  He exhales the smoke out and looks into the camera.)

HENDRIX:  My new reign starts on July 20, 2002...DRWF Supreme Saturday.  My victim...a man that calls himself Pretty Boy Floyd.  One sorry bastard that had no idea what he has gotten himself into.  He just doesnt realize that by signing the contract that he actually signed his soul over to me.  That he laid his fate into the hands of a madman.  He has no idea whatsoever.

I hear that this man is some kind of legend here in the DRWF.  I hear that I have no chance to beat a man of his stature.  But they are counting on the Jack Hendrix that was here before.  They are counting on the same crowd pleasing nice guy that once graced the ring.  But they are sadly mistaken.  They have no idea what they did when they let me come back into the DRWF.  They unlocked the wolves and cut the juggulars of the pigs.  And in the process they may have ended the career of one of the federation's greatest superstars.  Because I am coming to Supreme Saturday with a vengeance and Pretty Boy Floyd will be my first example of the new and improved Jack Hendrix.  No holding back...there is going to be a bloodletting.  And Pretty Boy Floyd will not leave the ring under his own power. 

(A smirk comes across his face...)

HENDRIX:  You dont believe me?  Well...I guess you will have to wait and see.  But believe me...it wont be for the faint of heart. 

(The interview is interrupted by a knock at the door. Hendrix invites the two men in and invites them to sit down.  They go over some paperwork and some signatures are exchanged.  Then the men leave.  Hendrix walks back over to the window with his back turned towards the camera...)

HENDRIX:  Well...its over.  The men that just left are now the official owners of the chain of nightclubs that I worked so hard to make famous.  Not for the money....not for the rest...but for my career.  Now I can focus everything I have on my career.  I can focus all my efforts on the DRWF and winning the Eternal Championship.  So get ready for the worst eXperience of your lives.  Hendrix is back.

(FADE TO BLACK....)