
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
[-William Shakespeare]
Friday, September 30,
2005
2:15 am
Weslaco, Texas
***The scene opens on a cloudy black September night in Weslaco, Texas. It's a night like any other night only there's something difference in the air. Something very familiar. It's right on the tip of your tongue but you can't just place it. What is so familiar about this night, this city...slowly a rain starts to pour down from the heavens and the scene pans down to a small hill in the middle of a field where we can clearly see a white Ford Lightening parked. As the scene moves closer we can also see what looks like a person sitting in the back of the bed of the truck. A puff of smoke slowly comes from the person and slowly dissipates in the air. The scene now, points directly on the head of this person yet we still can't see a face as the man's head is tilted downward. His head moves upwards as the smoke exhales his mouth. A lit cigarette is clearly seen in his right hand as it moves away from his face. Lightening crashes down from the sky as the rain fall becomes more violent. As the lightening illumining the nights sky and the ground below, finally the persons face became illumined thanks to the clash of energy coming from the nights sky. It's a face that hasn't been seen in years. A face that was all but forgotten but seems never died. The face of The Goddamn Fucking Franchise, David Dunn.***
DUNN: "Hey there little red riding hood, you are sure looking good. Your everything a big bad wolf could want..." I love the oldies don't you? Oh that's right, who gives a fuck what you love. Or like for that matter.
Plain and simple.
I sure a lot of you would like to have never seen my face in the squared circle again. Some of you don't even know who I am. Which is fine with me. You'll learn what everyone else has, in this business this is only one asshole. One person you truly love to hate. A man who is both new and old school...namely me. I could have retired...hell I was retired, but that wouldn't have made me happy, point in fact it didn't. So I returned. Not just any return but one with purpose. One that isn't just because I wanted the fame again or the money. Oh no. My reasons are much more childish. Just as child smacks the next door kid in the head for stealing his toy, I'm back to smack a little bitch who stole my pride...
...Shane Clemmens.
Mr. Clemmens, and I use the word Mr. as loosely as possible because you need a pair of balls to be considered a Mr. That's not my opinion! It's in medical text books so it's a fact. Another fact would be that the last time I saw you Shane was after I was hit over the head with a steal chair after I beat your ass in our very last match. I got the win but at the same time I was embarrassed as I laid there in the ring covered in my own blood listening to your Limp Dick music blare over the arenas PA system as you walked out holding that damn steel chair in the air. You know after that I had such plans, plans to get revenge on you like no other person has ever done to another living breathing human being...but as the luck of the draw goes, I was fired. The VP's knew what was coming. They knew sooner or later I was going to do something to you that has never been seen on national TV before. No it wasn't you fucking your father in some cheap motel, which was kind of funny and explained so much about your personality, but that's besides the point. They knew I was one step away from the end of sanity. They knew when I got my hands around your neck, I wouldn't stop until you stopped...breathing that is. So when I was sitting the great world of retirement a little bird told me that you were back. Back in the ring, doing what you think your the best at. Only you and I know that's not the truth. So after hearing that I walked my ass over to the phone and made a call. Twenty minutes later and it was a done deal. One more chance. One more chance to beat your ass. One more chance to get my hands around your neck. It's almost like a dream come true to me.
That's what it is you know. It's a dream that has came true. It's a dream I've been having for five long years, and now, and now it's no longer a dream, it's no longer a fantasy, it has now become a reality. A reality that you wish was a fantasy Shane. But all the wishing in the world isn't going to save you from me. All the I'm sorry's in the world ain't going to save you. I've been waiting for too long for this time to come by just to watch you try to get out of it. Life's funny that way Shane. You think something is over. It's done. You stop thinking about it, feeling your untouchable from what you've done in your past. But just as history has shown us time and time again, the past will always come back to haunt you. That is a lesson you've never understood. A lesson that you've never fully understood. But you will. You will Shane. I only hope that your ready. I know your not but I'm hoping that you are. Just for that brief moment when you look me in my eyes and realize that it's over. That your whole career, your whole life has been nothing more than a joke. In that moment, in that moment of realization, you'll realize that I've always known...
...that your nothing but a worthless nigger.
***David starts to take another drag out of his cigarette only to realize it has died out and completely wet over the rain pouring down from the sky. He shakes his head then flicks the cigarette away.***
DUNN: Worthless niggers...how can I make that kind of statement...with out bring up Luke Wolf. The guy embodies the sentence. You see not only Shane has the past come back to haunt him...it seems so do I. Only Luke wasn't a guy that's out for revenge or to seek out his pride or honor. He's a guy who likes to bitch and cry about everything. "He can't say that." "That's wrong he should be fired." Blah, blah, blah, blah...I swear the guy's a human bitch machine. Anything and everything that might offend him he's got to throw in his two cents. SHUT THE FUCK UP LUKE! Go back to Hollywood and do another faggot porn flick. "Best Martial Artist in Hollywood" yeah at taking a quick martial cum shot in the mouth maybe but fight?! You got to be kidding. I have more talent in my right pinky than he does in his whole body. That's saying quite a bit...which he'll be doing as well. No not about how I have more talent than him but "saying quite a bit". The guy is like the fucking energizer bunny when he's talking. He keeps going and going and going...damn just thinking about it has gotten me depressed. Now I feel like I want to kill myself but I'm too depressed to bother.
Look Luke, I don't know why your here. Your one of these people that retire and should stay retired. I don't know what exactly you were retired in the first place because it wasn't wrestling. You have to have a career before you can retire. Maybe you retired from Hollywood and all those big budget films like "Guys like Guys" and "Martial Art Cum Shot Wars". Because like I said, it wasn't from wrestling. I've done more and beaten more people up than every police officer in the L.A. area. So why come back Luke? You saw my name on the roster...why show up again?! To get beat up? Or is it something far more pathetic like you really think you have a snowballs chance in hell at beating me. I bet that's it. I bet you think that you can really beat me. Luke man, STOP SMOKING CRACK! Are you crazy man? Are you that stupid to think for one brief moment that you of all people can beat me? That's sad. No, pathetic would be a better word to use. I came here to beat the hell out of Shane, nothing else. You are not apart of this equation. In fact, in fact...
...awww fuck it. I'll just beat your ass again. I don't feel like giving you reasons on why I'm going to beat your ass, I'm just going to do it. I'm tired of your ass and thought I got rid of you once and for all. So if you want to show up now and try to be a big man that "won't be pushed around".
Luke…poor dimwitted
Luke. Be prepared. You’re the first of many who are going to
realize you should have just stayed gone.
This realization you will come to terms with no matter how badly I have
to beat it in to you. That’s not a
threat boy. It’s a fucking promise.
***David pulls himself up off floor of the truck bed. David then climbs out of the truck and opens the driver side door.***
DUNN: Love is a lot like some of the wrestlers here. It can make you feels a little scared at first. Nervous really. Almost makes you want to run again. But as time slowly goes by…you find out it’s all bullshit.
***DAVID SMILES
BRIEFLY THEN TURN AWAY.***
DUNN: That's all that love really is...bullshit. The love of a woman, the love for a car, the love of your job or career. It's all bullshit. You can love doing something or being with someone your whole life, doesn't change the fact that it ends. That's one thing that will never change in this hell hole we call a world. Everyone dies. So no matter how much you love that car, your going to die and it's either going to be destroyed or someone else will drive it. Your job, you love it, right up until you have to retire or you pass away. Your wife or girl friend, you want to spend the rest of your life with them...you might...but then it ends. It all ends one way or another because no one lives forever. If they did then things that you love wouldn't end, they wouldn't die. Only in a perfect world...but the world isn't perfect now is it. There's heart ache. There's death and wars and more importantly there's me. I know my life will end. I have no hope of living forever, because it's not possible. But while I'm on this earth, while there's still breath in my body, I'm going to do what I do best, hurt people. Not because I love it, because as I said, love is bullshit. But because I'm damn good at it. In my career I've left a mile long list of every person I've hurt, every career I've ended...being here is no different. This is just another company in which I can show how damn good I am. I said at the beginning they call me an asshole. Well both Luke and Shane know that very damn well. The rest of you are about to find it out yourselves real damn soon.
The Goddamn Fucking
Franchise is back. Back to finish off
what I never got to. Deal with it. Get over
it. But most importantly, fear it.
That is, and forever
will be…
…enough said…
***THE SCENE
FADES TO BLACK.***
Friday, September 30,
2005
5:37 am
Weslaco, Texas
***The scene re-opens with a shot of David's truck driving down the road. The truck suddenly stops in front of a coffee shop. David gets out of the truck and looks up at a big neon sign which read, “Jose Café”. The door of the café opens and David walks in. A waiter behind the café’s counter looks up from a news paper and looks at him.***
WAITER: Go ahead and sit anywhere you want sir.
***David nods at the gentleman and looks for a place
to sit. He moves his head around for a
few seconds then notices a nice booth.
David walks over and slides into the booth. The waiter seeing this walks over and places a menu in front of
David.***
WAITER: When your ready to order just call me over
sir.
***The waiter was about to leave when David suddenly
grabs his wrist.***
DUNN: I’m
ready to order now.
WAITER: Okay sir.
***The waiter takes out
a pad and a pen.***
WAITER: What can I get for you?
DUNN:A cup of
coffee and a slice of apple pie.
***Waiter writes down
what David ordered.***
WAITER: Anything else sir, the soup of the day is
excellent.
DUNN: It's like five in the morning?! Why the fuck would I want soup?! Just the coffee and the pie. Nothing
else.
WAITER: Very good sir. I’ll bring it right away.
***The waiter scoots off to get David’s order. Meanwhile, David just sits there looking
across the table. He’s no looking for
something or at something. He’s just
staring into blank space. A few seconds
later the waiter comes back with David’s coffee and his slice of pie. The waiter sits them in front of him. He’s about to leave when the waiter stops
and turns back towards David, who is already about to take a slip of his
coffee.***
WAITER: Accuse me, but can I talk to you for a few
seconds sir?
***David puts down his coffee and looks up at the
waiter. He nods to the question. The waiter sits down on the other side of
the booth and starts looking at David.
It’s like he was trying to ask him something but couldn’t spit it
out.***
DUNN: Well…
***The waiter takes a
deep breath and exhales.***
WAITER: I know who you are.
DUNN: Good,
that makes two of us.
WAITER: No, I mean I know your David Dunn. The Goddamn Fucking Franchise. The Asshole…
DUNN: …the
All Around Asshole.
WAITER: Yeah, sorry about that.
DUNN: Is
this all you wanted to ask me, because first off that isn’t even a question.
WAITER: No man, I just want to come over here and
tell you no matter what you’ve done in your career that I was your biggest
fans, still am too. I was there tuned
in when you first came into the ICW. I
saw when you first came into the BJWC and beat that no body. Then you won the TV and Hardcore titles away
from Gothic and Greg Dulli. I even saw
when you beat Shane Andrews for the North American title. You know what else man, I was there, I was
there live when you won your first BJWC World title from Roadkill. I went nuts Fred Durst came out and sang
live for your entrance. Oh, I’ll never
forget that RIOT when you beat Tyler Lee and Kurt Swagger by yourself to become
a tag team champion and complete your Grandslam tour of BJWC. God man, you’ve done it all.
DUNN:
Thanks, but I knew all this from the beginning. I walked into this café to have a cup of
coffee and a slice of pie. I was nice
enough to let you sit down with me and ask me a question, now, your still
here. You’ve told me everything about
my BJWC career…yet…I still haven’t heard one question out of you. So maybe you want to get that out pretty soon
so I can drink the rest of my coffee before it gets cold.
WAITER: Oh, look I’m sorry if I go on. I mean like I said, I’m a fan.
DUNN: I
fully understand this. Now go on with your damn question before you piss me off.
WAITER: Okay….I just wanted to know, what are your
plans now man.
DUNN: My
plans. I'm sitting here trying to drink my coffee, eat my pie and this thin little jerk off is bugging the shit out of me! Get the fuck out of face and go do something useful like suicide.
WAITER: I'm sorry if I bothered you. Please enjoy your coffee and pie.
***The waiter gets up and goes to the back of the cafe.***
DUNN: God I hate that. I hate people coming up to me asking me stupid questions...some of these people need to get a life. Can't a man just get a cup of coffee and a piece of pie without morons bothering him! Ah fuck it. Who cares right. Maybe Shane does or maybe Luke. I don't. I don't care about anything any more it seems. Shit I didn't even bring up Austin Jones or Shawn Hunt...who cares. There worthless niggers too. Just like everyone here. No one understands me. No one gets who I am or why I do things. Because I'm an asshole and I like doing them. I guess that's the simplest answer of them all. Something like I said, everyone is soon going to find out coming up in a little more than a week.
Your all going to learn a hard lesson to learn. Clocks ticking boys. Oh and by the way...that is and forever will be, enough said.
***The scene fades to black.***
