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(There has been a lot of shit being thrown around lately by both the CBK and the FCF and the tension is building to a frenzy. It is worse for some more than others. Tonight we are inside the locker room of the Cold Blooded Killers during a DRWF House Show. We find IcE and A-Poc getting ready for their upcoming matches. The Enforcer and Ace are sitting down and playing some cards. And then there is Jack Hendrix. He is sitting in a chair in his street clothes watching a replay of some recent promos put out by members of the First Class Felons.

You can see the rage build up in his eyes as he watches the comments by The Virus and Jason Cage. He begins to rock back and forth in his chair as he listens to the insults and slander thrown his way. Then all of the sudden he stands up....picks the television up....and throws it against the wall breaking it into a million pieces. Everyone else stops what they are doing.)

<<ENFORCER>> What the fuck? Doesnt FCF do enough to our locker room without you smashing the TV? Calm down kid!

<<ACE>> Yeah. Calm down. Now how am I gonna watch the game tonight? You let them idiots get to you to easy. Chill.

(Hendrix lights up a cigarette. And begins to pace.)

<<HENDRIX>> Ill calm down when these idiots are bleeding. We are getting shit on by these cumstains everytime I turn around. Its starting to get annoying.

<<APOC>> Well you wanted to be noticed...there you go. Now what are you gonna do about it kid? Just stand here and cry?

(Hendrix looks at A-Poc and then grabs his Dirty South Title and storms out the door. IcE smacks Poc upside the head.)

<<IcE>> Now look what you did. You know his temper. I wonder where the fuck he is going. I wouldnt wanna be someone who gets in his way right now.

(The next scene takes us to the hallway leading to the entrance into the ringside area. Hendrix is walking through the hall like a man on a mission. He goes through the curtains and.....)

<<EVAN>> This is a great match between two of the DRWF's best developing superstars. We see Spike Holly grab Crash Dudley in a...wait. What the hell? Its...

<<ANDREW>>ITS JACK HENDRIX?!?!?! Whats he doing here? He isnt scheduled to appear.

(Hendrix walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He clotheslines Dudley to the ground. Then Holly comes after him and attempts a clothesline. Hendrix shrugs him off and grabs him by the throat and delivers a massive choke slam. Then from behind Dudley hits Hendrix with a forearm to the back. Hendrix turns around and grabs Dudley by the throat. He grabs him as if he is gonna deliver a chokeslam but then looks into the crowd. The begin to chant "eXperience...eXperience..." He lets go of Dudley's throat and spins him around and then..)

<<ANDREW>> EXPERIENCE!! EXPERIENCE!! BOTH MEN ARE OUT COLD AND JACK HENDRIX IS STANDING ABOVE THEIR UNCOUNCIOUS BODIES.

<<EVAN>> Whats this all about? Hendrix is motioning for a mic.

(HEndrix grabs a mic and then begins pacing over his fallen victims. He then stops and smiles at his accomplishments. He adjusts the Dirty South title that lies on his shoulder then he begins to speak.)

<<HENDRIX>> I have had enough. I am sitting back in the locker room...minding my own business. I turn on the televison thinking I would maybe watch the Indiana against San Antonio game just to relax but what do I see instead? I see a couple of idiots that shouldnt be able to walk around in the daylight...jacking their jaws about yours truly and the rest of CbK. And frankly I am getting fed up with it.

(Hendrix leans back in one of the corners.)

First person I saw was Virus. Where does that bald headed little fuck get off even mentioning my name? For one thing...have you seen this little cumstain? Ive seen more original shit from a fourth grader. The line of shit that comes out of this boys mouth has to be the most immature and moronic words that I have ever seen. I mean come on Virus...Jack Off Hendrix? I can see that took a lot of thought. I mean when you use another name for your sex life as my first name then put Hendrix behind it? That impressed me. Im sure your little pissant friends from the First Class Freakshow were laughing. Hell I was laughting. I was laughing at how much one man can be such an idiot. But that really isnt a laughing matter. Its pretty sad actually. I think something else thats pretty sad is that the only way you can get a title around your waist is to win it in a card game. When you know damn well that you could have never won it in a match. But who know...maybe you could. Kid X hasnt been that impressive lately. But winning it in a card game? That degrades everything that belt stands for. But yet you can talk about how much I suck and a bunch of other childish shit. Gimme a break.

(Hendrix stops leaning against the ropes and begins to pace once again)

And then we got "Hot Shit" Jason Cage. Someone that I really dont know much about or even care too. Apparently he was some kind of "superstar" back in the good old days of the DRWF. Big fucking deal. It seems that he is someone that likes to live on his past glory or something. This little cunt was standing there and talking shit about me like he fucking knew me or something. Saying how I dont deserve the Dirty South Title. Said something about flipping burgers and what not. The same childish shit that Virus was spewing. But I figured out Cage's reasons. It looks like old Cage is a little jealous of the fact that I did more in a month than he ever did in the DRWF. I am making the fans of the DRWF forget you even existed. And you cant stand it. Do I see a little bit of green in your eyes? Apparently you couldnt hack it when you were in action. You had to take some time off and get away from the big..bad men. But this is just what I heard of you Cage. Like I said before it really doesnt matter who you are. From all I know you are a member of the FCF...so that makes you a target.

(HEndrix stops pacing and listens to the cheers of CBK....CBK!)

Because you see Cage...Virus...all of this is talk. You can run your mouths about me. You can jack your jaw about the CBK. But it still doesnt make up for the fact that you are both insignificant pieces of pubic hair on the toilet of life. And I know that I shouldnt even be listening to the nonsense..but I am. And its really pissing me off. Not because you are talking about me. Its because they let you open your mouths at all. If it were up to me you both would be scrubbing toilets at your local McDonalds...but I dont hire and fire people here. So I have the next best thing. I am issuing a challenge. A challenge to both Cage and Virus to step into my world. I dont know whem we could make it happen but I hope as soon as possible. The world doesnt need any more morons. The both of you dont deserve to breath the same air as anyone around here. And I plan on making sure that neither of you are never seen or heard from again. And do you know why? Because I can.

(HEndrix picks up Dudley and holds him up by the hair.)

Do you see what happens when I get annoyed you imbeciles? Do you see what you made me do? Are you happy with yourselves? I know you really dont care so why am I wasting my breath. But you like everyone else will begin to care real soon when I make my way to the top of this federation. And Virus..Cage...you both will know that it feels like to have a true HEndrix eXperience. Fuck this...Im outta here.

(Hendrix drops the mic and jumps over the ropes and onto the floor. He heads to the back. The next scene is in the hallway where we see A-Poc and IcE watching a monitor. The look at each other in disbelief.)

<<IcE>> Did he just challenge Virus and Cage?

<<APOC>> What has this boy been drinking. His temper is gonna get him killed some day.

(Just then Ace comes from the dressing room with a twelve pack of Bolt 45 bottles in his hand.)

<<ACE>> And you wonder why Hendrix was out in the ring acting like an idiot? That bastard drank all our alchohol.

(HEndrix staggers back to the locker room and heads straight for the bathroom. The next thing we here is Hendrix in the bathroom throwing up. The rest of CbK just begin to laugh as the camera fades to black)