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Monday, May 12, 2003

12:30 am

 

***The scene opens with crackling thunder in a dark moon lit sky.  Slowly the scene moves downward towards a grassy plane.  A man sits in the middle of the area.  Lightening crashes to the earth…yet…the man doesn’t move.  It is as if he has something else on his mind besides the lightening and or the thunder.  The man is just sitting there.  Slowly a light sprinkle of rain starts to come down from the sky.  The man is slowly but surely getting wet…yet…he doesn’t move.  It’s like if he were a ticking time bomb just waiting for the right moment to explode.  Suddenly the man’s hand moves to wipe some of the water off his face.  The face reminds us of someone…then it hits us…it’s none other than David Dunn.  Yet, why is David in this field, alone, while it’s raining?  Only time will tell us.***

 

DUNN:  Rain…there’s something so pure about it.  It falls from the heavens to the earth to provide us water to drink, feed our plants, or just to cool off a bit.  Rain is such a simple thing yet most people take it for granted.  No matter.  There are the few people out in the world that have learned the simple purity of rain.  That’s all that matters I guess. 

 

I could sit here and talk about the beauties of rain all day…but no one cares about that.  For the past twenty-four hours my phone has been ringing off the hook about my up coming match.  I answered each call and tried to tell them all what was going to happen…finally I just got sick of the calls...and ripped the phone out of the wall.  So I came out here to be alone with my thoughts.  Only…the more I thought…the angrier I get.  I haven’t always been a nice guy or treated people the right way but I always knew what it meant to be a professional wrestler.  It takes hard work, skills, and strong mental abilities.  Not a funny catch phrase or a bunch of fucked up friends to be comedy relief.  Those may get you a few laughs and just maybe you might even win a few matches on your basic skills.  A wrestler you may make, but a professional wrestler you’ll never be.  So I guess that’s what pisses me off the most about this Rayne guy.  He must think he’s so unstoppable…tisk tisk tisk.  You will be defeated.  You will be beaten by any one that steps into the ring with you.  These are the realities you have to deal with Rayne.  The first time I spoke about you it seemed all a big joke to me.  It still does.  I haven’t thought of you in any different matter than I first did.  I still think your nothing more than trash.  That’s my feeling.  It’s my opinion.  You see Rayne…

 

…you sit at home at night a wonder why people make fun of you…you wonder why people tend to over look you…well…just look in the mirror.  You have to be the biggest joke since Eric Bellows became a wrestler.  If you don’t know who that is, it’s okay, not many people do.  Honestly, look at you.  Have you won a world title yet?  Have you?  I doubt it.  I look at you and I see someone who could be truly great, yet, instead your nothing more than a second rate joke.  That my friend is sad.  I’ve won world titles before.  I worked my ass off for it too.  I lived and breathed world titles.  It was everything I was about.  Holding the world title met I was the best.  No matter how I won it.  Could have been given to me or I could have cheated to win the damn thing.  It proved I was the best.  People could say whatever they wanted about my talent or my actions…I was still the world champion.  Something they didn’t have.  Something they all hated about me.  But as I said…it was what I was all about.  The world title is meant for someone who has worked all their career to prove they were the best.  A person that went through blood sweat and tears just to be called a “good wrestler”.  A person that never gave up no matter how many times they have failed.  Rayne, I look at you and just don’t see anything that even looks like someone who can make that journey.  You seem to be in this business for the money and the laughs.  If that’s all that your about, well, I feel damn sorry for you.  But fear not Rayne, at Fury is going to be an eye opener for you.  Maybe after I beat you up and down the arena you’ll get that little light bulb in your head to go off, maybe then, just then, you’ll understand that you need to change your ways.  Or, don’t.  Stay the same person you are now.  The funny, goffy, stupid, second rate wrestler that will never amount to a damn thing.

 

Fury is going to be fun for me.  I have started school for a new wrestler like yourself in a long time.  It should be real fun to see what you have in store for me.  Because, someone like you, always falls flat on your face.

 

You got a few more days Rayne, then your ass is mine.  I will show you someone who is, in everyone word, a professional…in every word a GFF.

 

***David gets off of the ground and shakes off the rain a bit to no avail.***

 

Monday, May 12, 2003

1:33 am

 

***The scene reopens on the parking lot of a neon lit strip club called "Diamond's". A black 66 Camero pulls in and parks. David’s old high friend and former BJWC wrestler Chad Longoria gets out of the Camero. Just then a 2002 Ford Lightning pulls in and parks. Chad walks into the strip club as David Dunn gets out of the Ford Lightning. The scene follows Dunn into the club. As he walks through the door a drunk man stumble into him. ***

 

DUNN:  Get the fuck out of my way!

 

DRUNK: Ahhh...sowwy!

 

***Dunn throws the drunk out the door and laughs as the man slams against the concert. The man lays the for second before vomit shoots out of his mouth. Dunn shakes his head and walks to a table. A waitress walks up to him with a big grin on her face. ***

 

WAITRESS:  Hey your David Dunn....can I get you a drink?

 

DUNN:  Yes I am David Dunn. And for your sake you better get me a drink.

 

***The waitress hurry's off as David looks up to see porno star Jenna Jameson gets up on stage. The waitress comes back with Dunns drink as Jenna shakes her ass. ***

 

WAITRESS:  Wow...you aren't the only Superstar here!

 

DUNN:  What?

 

WAITRESS:  Chad Longoria is here!

 

***Just then Chad jumps up on stage and tackles Jenna off the stage. Dunn gets up and walks around to see Chad trying to kiss Jenna. ***

 

DUNN:  Jenna don't you know what he's got?! Damn woman get off him!

 

***Chad gets up off of Jenna. He gets in Dunn’s face and the two stare each other down. ***

 

CHAD:  Dunn....I should just fucking hit you....

 

DUNN:  What like this?

 

***Dunn clinches his fist and connects a devastating blow to Chad’s face. Chad smiles as blood pours out of his mouth. ***

 

Chad:  No.....More like this!

 

***Chad hits Dunn with a vicious hook, causing a cut on Dunn’s face. Before Dunn can retaliate a chair is broken over Chad’s back. As Dunn stands there shaking his head he is bumrushed by three guys. The guys start kicking and stomping on Dunn and Chad, while the rest of the guys in the club come over to join in. As they are brutally beaten Chad and Dunn look over at each other and give the same look....like this sh!t is about to be fun! Dunn kicks a guy in the shin as Chad nails one in the nuts...giving them just enough time to get to their feet. Chad just gives four guys a cross body block as Dunn starts swinging. Dunn slams two guys heads together. Dunn grabs a guy and gives him a REALITY CHECK. As the mans limp body swings to the side he takes out two more guys. Chad and Dunn slam a guy on the bar and slide him down, and off. Chad looks at Dunn as the police bust in. ***

 

CHAD:  This is YOUR FAULT! I was happy getting my kiss from Jenna!

 

DUNN:  My fault?! Your the one started this whole mess to begin with! I love Jenna's movies and personally I didn't want to see her die from kiss your sorry ass!

 

CHAD:  It was only a kiss!  I don't have anything...that I know of!

 

DUNN:  Whatever Chad! I could care less right now about your lies! In case you haven't noticed we got some fucking cops coming in to bust are asses!

 

***Chad grabs a bottle of Vodka and a rag of the bar. ***

 

CHAD:  No prob Cancer Man.....Give me your lighter!

 

DUNN:  You better give it back to me freak!

 

***Chad shoves the rag in the bottle and lights it. He gives Dunn his lighter back and throws the flaming bottle at all the liquor behind the bar. As the glass shatters flames shoot up. Chad stands there proud of his accomplishment as Dunn grabs him by the shirt. The two dodge a couple of drunks as they head toward, and out of the Fire Exit. ***

 

CHAD:  That's ironic...I never thought I'd use a fire exit....for a fire!

 

DUNN:  Hmm...are you sure you don't have anything? I think you have lost your fucking mind pal. Why do you think it's called a Fire Exit?

 

***Chad shrugs his shoulders and points to a convertible Ferrari. He runs over, hops in, and starts it up. ***

 

CHAD:  Yeah.....I've lost my mind.....but I never really used it! GET IN!

 

***Dunn gets in the Ferrari and looks at Chad as it takes off. As the Ferrari flies down the road the strip club explodes into a fireball. ***

 

DUNN:  Sure you would pick this car. God I hate Ferrari's.....So where are we going?

 

CHAD:  Mexico.....I gotta an itch to fuck a Mexican whore....I always do it after a bar fight.....I do it as a reward!

 

DUNN:  If I only had a gun…

 

CHAD:  Shut up David!

 

DUNN:  You can be such a little bitch you know that.  Shit man, I got to piss, pull over man.

 

DUNN:  Sure that will give me time to think about...WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO ABOUT THAT ROAD BLOCK?!

 

***As the Ferrari speeds toward a police roadblock.***

 

DUNN:  Why am I the one that has to come up with all the plans. If we would have taken my truck we could have just knocked them out of the way. But No! You had to take the car that can go 200 mph and get chicks!

 

***Chad flies off the side of the road and pulls the car back on moving passed the road block.***

 

CHAD:  Hey dickstain...who thought of setting the club on fire?

 

DUNN:  You! Or don't you remember, "Hey lend me your lighter." Dumbass.

 

CHAD:  OOOO so it was your lighter....IT WAS MY IDEA!

 

DUNN: Well now we have cops behind us....are you happy?

 

***Dunn turns around to see the stream of red and blue flashing lights in the distance. ***

 

DUNN:  There are going to be other road blocks you know. In case you haven't noticed, WE AREN'T IN FUCKING MEXICO YET!!!

 

CHAD:  DUH....We haven't even gotten out of McAllen yet!

 

DUNN: "No officer I haven't seen Chad tonight. Do you think I would be in this bar drinking this beer with this shotgun if I knew he was shot in the head and left for dead?" Just drive goddamn. I don't feel like going to jail.

 

CHAD:  I wish you where that gun toating badass! Or even had a gun!

 

DUNN:  Dude you think all those years of playing a living in the valley didn't rub off a little on me. Look what I got here...

 

***Dunn pulls a .45 out of his jacket. ***

 

CHAD:  How good of a shot are ya?

 

DUNN:  Good enough.

 

***The Ferrari slows down and finally stops. Chad looks at Dunn and a wicked grin crawls across his face. ***

 

CHAD:  Well...We ain't got shit to lose! So lets do this.....YE HAW!

 

***Chad hits the gas and turns the wheel. The Ferrari's tires squeal as the car does a 180. The Ferrari picks up speed as they head toward the speeding cops. As they get closer and closer to the ocean of cops, Dunn hangs out the window and aims. ***

 

CHAD:  Dude....If we die...I just gotta say....I really didn't mean all that shit I said about your wife....Well I did mean some of it...but you know what I'm sayin! If I live and you die...I'll take care of her!

 

DUNN:  If you live and I die...well if you even come near my wife I'm come out of my fucking grave and kill you! So we can both rot in hell together!

 

***Dunn points the .45 at Chad and Chad points toward the cops. Dunn aims at one of the cops tires and shoots. The tire blows out and the car starts to swerve. The car wipes out and hits another car giving the Ferrari enough room to fit through. As the cops come to a stop to try to turn around Chad shifts into sixth gear. ***

 

CHAD:  Nice shot! And hell ain't a bad place to be.....I've been there!

 

DUNN:  How did I get myself into this fucking mess? Oh yeah I remember. I wanted to have a beer. Maybe I should stop drinking.

 

***FLASH***

 

Monday, May 12, 2003

3:12 am

 

***The Ferrari passes through the Mexican boarder. They pull up outside a whore house and Chad gives Dunn a big smile. ***

 

CHAD:  (Takes a deep breath)...AHH you smell that...It's not freedom....it's PUSSY!

 

DUNN:  Well before you go fucko loco remember at least to use a fucking rubber. I mean I don't want to see any little Chad's running around. One is too much as is.

 

CHAD:  Dude I put one on this morning look...

 

***Chad starts to unzip his paints. ***

 

DUNN:  Dude I don't want to see that shit. Oh just a little hint. It has been a long fucking day you might just want to get a new one pal. They don't last forever.

 

CHAD:  Really? Wow thanks for the info!

 

DUNN:  If you want to thank me. Put that thing back in your pants man. I think I need a drink.

 

***Chad zips up his pants and the walk into the whore house. They sit down and all the whore come over and surround Chad. ***

 

CHAD:  Hey ladies...get me and my friend some drinks!

 

***The girls run over to the bar as Dunn lights a cigarette***

 

CHAD:  They love my Tricky Dicky....like you love those cancer sticks.

 

DUNN:  In this world you have to find something that pleases you and kills you at the same time. A good cigarette is something that pleases me and will sooner or later kill me. Just like your so-called "tricky dicky" will kill you in time.

 

***The girls bring two beers and set them on the table.***

 

CHAD:  I'll drink to that!

 

***Chad and Dunn grab the beers a down them.  A couple of hours pass...we aren't really sure. We know it's a couple bottles of tequila and ten...six....twenty-one...ah a lot of beer and Chad gave his lovin’ to some whores. They get up and stumble outside to find the Ferrari is gone.***

 

DUNN:  This is all your fault Chad!

 

CHAD:  My fault? I do remember you starting a big fight!

 

DUNN:  I do remember you forcing Jenna into giving you a kiss!

 

CHAD:  FORCE? Riiiiight! She loves my sexual kisses more than the Mexican whores...I just tackled her....cause she likes it rough.

 

***The two walk toward the boarder.***

 

DUNN:  Look I'm to wasted right now man. I am believe it or not beginning to like you man. Boy we must have drank a lot of beers and other shit to get this fucked up. So what now Chad.

 

***Chad points at the boarder patrol and they walk up to an officer. ***

 

Border Patrol--Id's please!

 

DUNN:  Chad you do have your ID with you right? I mean you did take my wallet and yours in with you into the bar right?

 

CHAD:  Wallet? I don't even have a drivers license...I never got one!

 

DUNN:  Oh shit. Sir. We left our ID in our car. But our car was stolen. I assure you that we are both American's.

 

BORDER PATROL:  Oh I know who you are....your wrestlers! I hate wrestlers! You two are both under arrest! I need to check to see if you guys have any warrants.

 

DUNN:  When I sober up Chad I am going to be pissed the fuck off man. This has to be the dumbest thing any one has ever gotten me into.

 

CHAD:  What do you mean anyone? IT'S YOUR FAULT!

 

***The scene fades out as Dunn and Chad are getting hand cuffed.***

 

TO BE CONTINUED....