Back to the old company…

 

So fucking what.

 


 

Monday, December 16, 2002

9:30 am

 


 

***The scene opens with a shot of the Arena in Chicago, Illinois.  Slowly the scene moves inward towards the arena doors.  FUCK THIS…***

 

(FADE THE HELL UP!)

 

***Chad Longoria is pacing the halls yelling on top of his lugs.  “DEHART!  DEHART!”  Security comes out from one of the rooms and looks at Chad strangely.  The guard walks up to him and grabs him by the shoulders.***

 

SECURITY:  What’s your deal sir.

 

***Chad shakes his head at the guard.***

 

CHAD:  DEHART!  YOU FUCKING PRICK!  SHOW YOURSELF!

 

SECURITY:  Sir I asked you a question.

 

***Chad shakes his head a second time at the guard.***

 

CHAD:  COME ON DEHART!  IT’S JUST ME HERE!  DAVID ISN’T EVEN CLOSE TO THIS ARENA!  SHOW YOUR DAMN SELF!

 

SECURITY:  Look if you won’t answer me.  And if you won’t stop yelling then I’m going to have to escort you out of the building sir.

 

***The guard starts to pull Chad away when Chad pushes him away.***

 

CHAD:  Your pissing me off.  You wouldn’t like him when I’m pissed off.

 

SECURITY:  Like him when your pissed off?

 

***Suddenly David runs out of nowhere and grabs the guard by the shoulder and neck.  David turns him around in a circle then throws him right through one of the hallway walls.  Chad walks up to David then he looks down on the guard.***

 

CHAD:  As I said.  You wouldn’t like HIM when I’m pissed off.

 

***Chad starts to walk off yet David just stands still.  Chad looks back at David.***

 

CHAD:  You want to look at the guard all day or do you want to go find Dehart?

 

***Chad starts walking again.  David follows him.***

 


 

The SlaughterHouse

 


 

***The scene reopens with an aerial shot of a barbwire cage.  It seems to be at least three stories high into the air.  Outside of the cage in front of what seems to be the door to the cage, stands Chad Longoria.  Strangely, David is nowhere in sight.***

 

CHAD:  Due to the fact that he’s just a little to pissed off right now, David won’t be joining us today.  I mean you guys saw what he did earlier today.  He’s out of control…but can you blame him really?  You all saw what went down on with Dehart.  He stepped into that ring and told the truth.  He busted his ass to become the BJWC World Champion.  To prove what he said was true…that he is the best.  He busted his ass to become the best BJWC President.  To prove that he loved this company. Yet, how does the BJWC repay him.  By saying he isn’t the champion any more.  That all his hard work to rebuild the BJWC was for nothing?  What kind of shit is this?!  Honestly, lets look back at some history here.  The BJWC was dying.  It was dead in fact.  Then, one man, one man rose from the ashes and turn a once dead corpse into a walking, talking, living, breathing, person. He made such stars as Ken Jansen and Trent Shanahan famous.  Hell he even made that old piece of shit Merlin look good for once in his career.  So when he knew there was nothing more he could do…he left…and became just a simple wrestler.  In a match of blood sweat and tears he won the BJWC world title for a third time.  Alas, with out David holding the BJWC together in the front office, Blood couldn’t take it and the end was never for the BJWC.  In fact, it fucking died.  David was happy though, he watched the company grow into the best thing he ever saw in his life.  Winning the World title for the third time was just the right way for it to finally end. 

 

***David walks out of the darkness next to Chad.  Chad looks at him and shakes his head.***

 

DUNN:  Now let’s skip to the present.  Brian Steele and Dan Dehart have decided to destroy everything I built.  They want to mess up everything that had ended.  You know that kind of pisses me off.  In fact it kind of makes me want to hurt someone real bad.  Sadly that isn’t the icying on the cake yet.  Because after they’ve destroyed the memory of the BJWC, they’ve now forgotten who the hell is the champion is around this place.  Because it sure as hell isn’t some guy named Triple Six Trek. 

 

CHAD:  Be nice David.

 

DUNN:  Fuck that.  They’ve destroyed my memory, my title reign, and for what?  So Dehart can add another piece to that huge ego of his?  Fuck that man. 

 

CHAD:  Just saying you need to chill.

 

DUNN:  Dude I’m done chillin’.  There’s a time for relaxing, there’s a time to talk, there’s even a time to have sex with a beautiful woman, sadly this isn’t one of them.  I want someone’s ass for this shit.  I don’t care if it’s Dehart’s or Steele’s, or even this mystery bitch.  Someone has to pay for bringing me back to this place. 

 

CHAD:  Someone will pay David, someone will.

 

DUNN:  You bet your ass someone will. 

 

CHAD:  I even know who to start will David my boy.

 

DUNN:  I don’t care about who to start with.  All I care about is who’s going to be left when I’m finished.

 

CHAD:  Just listen…

 

DUNN:  Shhhhhhhhhh…..that’s enough said.

 

***The scene fades to black.***