This brings us to the present.....
We are inside an abandoned warehouse in the middle of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. As we walk through we can see that there is nothing but dust and cobwebs covering the inside of the building. The moonlight is the only thing illuminating the inside as it shines through the broken windows. The wind from the outside is blowing through and it is very cold inside. You can hear the traffic on the outside and the other sounds of the city. There is a sound of footsteps coming towards the camera. Then they stop. A Zippo lighter lights a cigarette. There is a dark figure standing in the shadows. He walks a little farther and then we can hear what sounds like a wooden chair being pulled along a concrete floor. Then a light is turned on. A single solitary light above a table. At that table sits Jack Hendrix....cigarette in hand. His elbows are on the table and his head is in his hands. He is looking down at the table. He breaks his silence.
<<HENDRIX>> You know....all of you would think that I would be in a better mood. You would think that I would be pleased to be finally getting my hands around Joel LaVey's neck. That I would be honored to be a part of the new and improved Cold Blooded Killas. You would think that it would be an honor to step into the ring with Simon Jacobs so that I could prove myself to the world. But you know....its hard to have any kind of joy in life. Living in these times really makes a man think of life in a different perspective.
Henrirx takes his head out of his hands and takes a long drag from his cigarette.
How can I take pride in my accomplishments when there are so many people out in the world starving. When there are people living in places like this or even worse...on the streets. It is hard to be happy when our soldiers are risking their lives to bring freedom and hope to a nation. When there are monsters out there that take pride in destroying the lives of other human beings. I cant sit back in my cozy little surroundings and actually be at peace when there is so much out in the world that needs fixing. Where do I start? When do I stop.....lying.
Hendrix begins laughing as he flips a switch and turns the lights on in the entire building. He pulls a flask out of his coat and takes a drink. He then leans back in the chair and puts his feet up on the table.
I really dont care about the world people. I have my own life to live. To tell you the truth...this is the happiest I have been is quite some time and I plan on staying this way for a long time. You ask how I can be so cruel? Oh well....why shouldnt I be? I have become one of the major players in the DRWF. I have teamed up with the DRWF elite to bring the CbK back into prime time form. I get a chance to stomp the hell out of Joel LaVey and Simon Jacobs on Forsaken Friday. And then I have another chance to lay Aaron Awesome to rest at Holiday Hell. What more could a man ask for? Hell...this is what I work my ass off for. This is why I am a part of the DRWF.
He stands up from his chair and begins to walk around the abandoned warehouse. Smiling the whole time.
There is only one thing that sort of bothers me. Big Will put me up against the Dirty South champ and the number one contender for the Dirty South Title. Now...this is great. I have no problem beating them into submission. But the only thing is that....well not to be TOO arrogant....but dont you think that I should maybe get LaVey's number one contendership for the title after I win this match? I mean...for one thing...beating the champ and number one contender should amount to something...at least in my books. And secondly...I dont know how Joel is gonna go to Holiday Hell when he is lying in bed in a body cast and drinking his food through a straw. I mean...can you see what I mean? I feel that that would be the fair way to take care of this situation. If I beat the best....gimme a chance at that belt. Its pretty simple...dont you think?
He takes another drink from his flask and then stops walking and turns towards the camera.
You see...I really dont care if you all think that this newcomer is overstepping his boundries for asking for a title shot. Hell...I could care less what anyone thinks. I am in this game for gold. Why else would I be here? We dont come out here every night just for the pension plan. The point of giving our blood, sweat, and tears is to get that golden ring. Is to win gold...make more money....and gain the respect and admiration that comes with it. Its the name of the game. Beating up people is only a perk.
Now....as far as my opponents go....I am gonna get the extreme pleasure of turning Joel LaVey into my personal bitch. Because I havent quite gotten him for setting me up a couple of weeks ago. But you see Joel....this time I have someone else watching my back. I dont have to worry about Awesome or any of your Agency drones coming out and hitting me in the back. So its just me, you, and Jacobs with no distractions. This gives me a chance to finally get rid of you. To turn you into just another fatality on my way to the top. Because when you stepped into my world you put your destiny in my hands. And I have no regard for human life....let alone a piece of shit like you. So I have some advice for you son. Make sure your health insurance is paid. I dont want your family paying for the extensive medical bills that you will be accumulating after Friday. They have had enough pain and humiliation having you as a part of their family. I dont wanna give them anymore. Also...while you are at it you better make sure that you have something to go back on. Because after Friday you will no longer be able to step into that ring again. Your fear will overcome your weak mind. You dont wanna suffer like you did with me. Besides the fear factor....there is the physical factor. And after all the intense rehabilitation and the agony of learning how to eat solid foods....your body will never be ready to take any kind of punishment ever again. You will be even more worthless than you are now. Joel Lavey will never be spoken among the lips of the DRWF again unless the story be told of the beating you took by me. You all may call this trash talk....I call it the truth.
He stops and takes a long pause as he lights up another cigarette.
As far as Simon Jacobs....there isnt really much I can say about him. He is Dirty South Champion so he has to have some semblance of talent. He and Lavey dont get along so I can say that he has some intelligence. All I have to say is that he has some of my respect but not enough that I will step into that ring and lose site of why I am there. Beating you is just as important as beating Lavey. While you have that gold around your waist you have a bullseye on your head. So beating you would give me the recognition I deserve. Will give me some respect. Will prove to the world that I have what it takes to hang with the big boys. So fighting Jacobs cant really be called personal....strictly business. And I take my business very seriously.
Then there was Aaron Awesome. The man...the myth...the joke. A bigger fool that I first thought. Thinking that he has friends in the business. Helping out Lavey only to get the snot kicked out of him. Where did that get him? Ill tell ya....it gives him a one way ticket on that crazy train into hell. Because when he helped Lavey....he killed his career. He tempted the hands of fate and as you will all find out at Holiday Hell....fate has dealt him a losing hand. He fucked with the wrong psychopath and now he hast to pay for it with his blood. But thats the breaks of being a moron. You live by the stupidity you diee by the stupidity. I hope that 5 minutes in the spotlight was worth it all.
He removes his coat to reveal a "Cold Blooded Killers" t-shirt. He stands proudly in the light.
Yeah....you saw it right. Jack Hendrix joined the CbK. He became a part of the most dominant force in the DRWF. Why you ask. Who wouldnt? I am proud to be associated with this group of superstars. A-Poc...IcE....Ace...who wouldnt like to have a group of men like that watching your back? Besides..I was sick of hearing El Presidente offer me a job with the Agency. Why do you think he has his peons beat me down? Because he knew that the Agency had no talent and he wanted me...Jack Hendrix to boost his ratings. But I would never associate myself with such a band of misfits and talentless losers. It just isnt something the next Dirty South champion would wanna be associated with. But when I was offered to join the elite....I couldnt refuse. Who's laughing now El Presidente?
Yeah I have been out here shooting my mouth off. I have that right. But there is a difference between me and people like Joel Lavey. I can back everything I say up. I have the talent and intelligence to make my words a reality. And come Friday night you will all find out that Jack Hendrix isnt just all talk. You will all realize that I am the real deal. Too bad for Lavey and Jacobs that they will have to be the examples. So get ready boys....your reckoning day is upon you. Jacobs and Lavey are about to have the most painful eXperience yet. Are you ready??
Thye lights go down. All we can hear is maniacal laughter in the background as we...
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