So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

 

[-William Shakespeare]

 


 

Saturday, October 01, 2005

12:17 am

Unknown Place

 

 

***The scene opens with a pan shot of a blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. The camera slowly pans down to a building where we can see hundreds of people coming in going. From buses to taxi cabs to mini vans all these people seeming to enter the building and others from inside are leaving. We hear a loud whistle and then a voice, "All Aboard!". The scene pans to the back where we can see a train leaving from what we now know is the train station. The scene pans again this time going inside the station. Hundreds of people pass by as the scene finally stops in front of someone sitting on a wood bench reading a newspaper. The person drops the paper down to his lap. We realize the man is none other than The GFF, David Dunn.***

 

DUNN: Fucking train stations.  Plain and simple.

 

***David shakes his head as he throws the newspaper in a near by trash can before rising to his feet.***

 

DUNN: This has got to be the most boring place in the world you know that. Look at all these people come and go. Running off for that big meeting or heading home to see the family. Makes you wonder how stupid all these people are for being here. They all look like little cockroaches running around or maybe you could use the phrase, running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Really doesn't matter what they look like I guess. They all are too busy with there own little lives to notice anything but themselves.

 

***David starts to walk around the station. He looks at all the people rushing off to catch a train or run out the door because there late for some event.***

 

DUNN: You know the one thing that really bugs me about train stations...lions. Yes lions. I know, I know, "What the hell do you mean lions?" Well shut up and I'll tell you! Just this last morning we had a big old lion running around here trying to scare all these morons as they go by there day. "Scare? How?" you ask? Well he looked around at everyone like he was a kidnaper. Then didn't say a word to anyone even after they were talking to him. Made sexual advances on a little boy like he was Michael Jackson. The list goes on and on... 

 

...and on and on. But the thing that got me. The thing that really got me about this guy, is he's walking around with the name of a lion from the fucking Lion King. Come on people, we can't let this go on. You know I'm an asshole. Truly am. But even I like showing that to the little kids in my family. How can they ever watch that damn movie again when Scar the big mean old lion from the Lion King is also the name for some child molester who makes Michael Jackson look like Big Bother of the Year. I'm sorry but this guy has got to go. He's destroying one of the greatest cartoon movies of all time. Not only that but he's starting breaking Richard Steve Goldberg record and we don't need to see Scar as one of the FBI 10 Most Wanted List now do we. How would everyone explain that to there children? "No honey the lion didn't do that will all those little boys, it was just some sick man that had the same name."

 

I can't have that! I could stand seeing mother and fathers try to explain why the Scar from The Lion King was also making child pornography! Talk about a fucked up movie career. You have from blockbuster to sick ball buster. We can't have that! We can't damn it! I won't let this happen!

 

***David drops his head low. Like something has gotten him down.***

 

DUNN: What can I do though?. I can't kill the sick freak, that's murder. Who needs to go to jail for that! There's got to be something I can do. Hmmm...

 

***David lifts his head as a smile forms on his face.***

 

DUNN: Hey, that's a great idea. Hell I don't know why I did think of that in the first place! It's so simple it's scary. We'll just change his name! But what can we change it too...Bar...no, no...Far...no that won't work...Car...maybe if his last name was Pinto...it should start with something with the letter S. Has to have that S you know, don't want to complete throw the guy's head in a complete loop. Hmmm...hey...what about Stain? It starts with an S. He even reminds me of a stain. You know one of those carpet stains that just won't go away no matter how much stain remover you spray on the same thing. That ugly damn mark that just sits there and people gasp over when they see it. Until finally you have to throw the damn carpet away and lay new carpet down. Not to be confused with licking carpet, I said laying new carpet...wait...that's kind of funny too...never mind.

 

***David walks back over to the wooden bench he was sitting on before. Takes his black motorcycle jacket off and places it on the back of the bench and sits down again.***

 

DUNN: God I feel better. It's nice to know the kids of America, hell, the world can now watch that movie without being scared that the lion is going to come out and molest them. Now as far as Sunday goes for Stain, he's going to need help and I'm so glad he's got three other guys in the ring to back him up because quite frankly, he's going to need all the help he can get. The guy simply bores the hell out of me. Hell it even seems he bores everyone except for Law Enforcement Agencies & John Walsh of course. I mean I saw his heard his thoughts on me and himself...kind of funny saying I heard his thoughts...must be physic. Not psycho...oh no, that's Stain's trade mark, can't steal his trade mark psycho-ness. I might get a lawsuit or brought before a judge due to copyright infringement.  

 

Look kid, I know by hearing your thoughts...woooooo...physic powers at work...that you have no wrestling background before so let me give you a few tips. When you want down the entrance ramp and see those other three wrestlers and myself in that ring, just turn around and walk back to the locker room. Pack up your gear, head for your car, and leave this business. I'm trying to help you her kid, you just don't cut it here. You know that don't you Stain. Your just too pig headed to let it sink it so instead of taking my words to heart your going to march down to that ring and prove yourself to be a man's man! Only one problem with that. After you march down to that ring, the only thing your going to prove is what I've already said...

 

...you just don't cut it. I'm sorry man, that's the facts of life. Take my words to heart Stain. I'm telling you the truth...oh and leave the little boys alone okay. Hate to see you in jail. From wrestler to prison bitch, doesn't look too nice kid.

 

***David gets up, grabs his jacket and walks out of the train station.***

 


 

Saturday, October 01, 2005

2:35 am

Weslaco, Texas

 

 

***The scene re-opens and is looking downward now upon a house in the middle of what seems to be a ranch out in the country. The scene moves slowly down drawing closer to this home. Along the way we can see a lot of the surroundings. Pine trees along a brick walk way, a swimming pool towards the back of the house, and a muddy white Ford Lightening parked next to a garage. The scenes moves to a window inside the home. We looks inside to see David reading something on a computer. Slowly the scene moves past the window and into the room. We can see a smile on the face of the man as he continues to read. Suddenly he stops smiling, his head just shakes side to side as if he was disappointed in something. David pushes a few keys on the keyboard and the screen he’s read disappears. He reaches to his left hand side towards a desk and picks up a cordless phone. David dials a number and waits a few seconds…***

 

DUNN: Hey man.

 

POTP (Person on the Phone): What’s up David? Sorry for not calling you sooner I’ve just been busy as hell with this and that.

 

DUNN: It’s cool man I know how things get busy in your line of work. Any ways, why I called. I’ve just went to the SIN website.

 

POTP: Oh yeah.

 

DUNN: Yeah man. It seems there trying to screw with me like the other wrestling companies tried to do.

 

POTP: David you need to chill out man. No matter where you go you always have to find something to bitch about.

 

DUNN: Hey I wouldn’t be bitching if they would just get some shit straight you know.

 

POTP: Fine. Whatever. What did they do to piss you off this time?

 

DUNN: First off they put me up against four no talent bitches that couldn't put on a condom without a manual. I mean look at this guy named Stain. He makes Michael Jackson look like a saint. Then this worthless nigger Luke who both you and I know is nothing but a little cry baby. Then you got Shawn and Austin who I've never heard of nor care to hear about mainly because I think there nothing but little bitches.

 

POTP: And? What you didn’t want one?

 

DUNN: No. They just screwed up my first match that’s all. I should be facing Shane. God what abunch of dumb sons of bitches!

 

POTP: I’ll make a few calls okay. You need to relax man.

 

DUNN: Like I give a damn.

 

POTP: Oh brother…anything else I can do for you?

 

DUNN: Yeah, find out why the hell Luke is here.

 

POTP: You just signed a contract with SIN, I'm sure Luke didn't know you were here, if so he wouldn't have signed on.

 

DUNN: I don’t care about any of that. I want the motherfucker out of this company.

 

POTP: You really are an ego driven bastard aren’t you?

 

DUNN: You’ve known me for how long and your barely asking me that question? Who are you trying to kid

 

POTP: …any ways I’ll see what I can do, no promises understand this David. I mean it too. If it doesn’t happen then hey it’s just wasn’t possible. Don’t be calling me cussing me out again, okay?

 

DUNN: Fine, and thanks man. You’re the best.

 

POTP: Well duh. Laters man.

 

 

***David hangs up the phone.***

 

DUNN: SIN…a better company than the rest? Maybe. A place I can call home? I doubt it really.

 

 

***David gets up from his chair and turns off his computer.***

 

DUNN: After a few days of watching the wrestlers of SIN, all I have to say is…what the fuck?! If this is the best the SIN has to offer then maybe I’m wasting my time here. I could be out making money breaking the necks of talented wrestlers, yet I stay here and watch this pathetic display of rasslin’ as they would put it I guess. They seem to be nothing more than a bunch of red neck, cousin fucking, inbreeding second rate jack off to begin with any ways. If it wasn't for my little plans for Shane I would be right out the fucking door.

 

 

***David starts to walk for the room’s door.***

 

DUNN: Honestly if some people around here don’t start growing some damn balls and showing me that they can give me some good comp in the ring…well fuck…I’ll just leave. Don’t get me wrong…no challenge is fun. I become the champion in a few weeks and even Shane's career. Only at the end of the day I have to look in the mirror and say to myself, “I’m getting bored beating the crap out of these people!”

 

 

***David opens the door. He walks about half way through until he stops, turns his head slightly back to the room…***

 

DUNN: I guess the 9th I’ll see if anyone’s got the balls, the guts, the…you get the point. If not, either way I’m going to hurt someone either it be because they decided to step up, or just because they didn’t.

 

 

***David turns back to where he was going and closes the door behind him.***

 


 

Sunday, October 02, 2005

6:17 am

Weslaco, Texas

 

 

 

***The scene re-opens outside in the backyard of the Dunn home. We can see David sitting at on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette looking at the view surrounding him. The scene pans down directly in front of David where he is just finishing up his cigarette. David flicks it into the air as it heads towards his lawn.***

 

DUNN: Today I think we all learned something from me. We learned that Scar is a stain now named Stain. We learned the Luke Wolf doesn't belong in any company that I call home due to the fact of him being a worthless nigger. We learned Shane is still a puke bitch and is going to get what is coming to him. But most importantly we learned something new about Austin Jones and Shawn Hunt...which is...which is...well shit...I don't think we learned anything about those two boys. They've been more quiet than a little boy hiding in his closet from Stain. I really don't think either of these boys are going to even show up for the damn match. It could be worse I guess. I mean they could show up and embarrass themselves. That would be worse. Oh course when you find out your stepping into the ring with the likes of me, well, that'll make you take stock on a lot of things I guess. Your health and career are two things that come to mind. I just don't understand these wrestlers any more. They have a perfect chance to get the hell out of the match. Just not bother showing up. Save themselves a lot of grief. Then you got guys like Stain who setup to the challenge. You should respect someone like that. Oh course I said you should respect, doesn't mean I do. How can I have any respect for a sick freak who gets his kicks molesting little boys. You would have to be some kind of out of your mind whacko to take enjoyment out of something like that. Or your name could be Shane Clemmens. Either way it's still pretty fucked up. You don't know the hours I've spent thinking about this return. All my plans, all my ideas are finally coming into play. It's only a matter of time before I get what I really want...Shane Clemmens' ass in that ring where I get to be the one who lets him lay in a pool of blood as I walk out with my hand raised in the air. I can't really think about that too much right now though...I mean I still got this great match this Sunday to deal with! Please...

 

...great match my ass. These people her in SIN just don't get the picture. They don't see the method to my madness. They don't see what's staring them right in the face. The Goddamn Fucking Franchise is here. The man who's destroyed countless lives is in there little company. They just don't get that since I'm here, no ones safe. No one will be safe until I get what I want. Until that happens, everyone that works here from the CEO's to the guy you throws the roasted nuts to the fans is going to have a big red bullseye marked right in the middle of there heads.

 

People can get the picture or not. It really doesn't matter any more. They just better believe what I've said, it's these words that could save them something far more important that embarrassment. It could save there life. Oh and that, that truly is and forever will be, enough said.

 

 

***The scene re-opens outside in the backyard of the Dunn home. We can see David sitting at on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette looking at the view surrounding him. The scene pans down directly in front of David where he is just finishing up his cigarette. David flicks it into the air as it heads towards his lawn.***