
They say when someone dies…
They are reborn on to someone who has just been awaken upon
this world…
It’s the same with Wrestling…
You get sick with one promotion…
You join another.
It’s all a circle.
***The scene opens with a shot
of the sky…dark…cold…unfeeling…a great storm is quickly moving in. A storm in which not a whole lot of people
would be willing to go out in…quickly the scene move downward to a street. We see someone though…a man it seems. Dressed all in black, the man slowly walks
down this lonely street.***
***FLASH***
***The man walks down the street
still…his head looking down as if he was paying more attention to looking at
the street than where he was going.
Continuing down the street he suddenly stops in front of a coffee
shop. He looks up at a big neon sign
which read, “Jose Café”. As soon as the
man lifts his head we look upon his face, we all realize it’s none other than
the Goddamn Fucking Franchise, David Dunn.***
***FLASH***
***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 any where 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 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: No, 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 owner of the BJWC…
DUNN: Ex-owner.
WAITER: Yeah, I saw RIOT last week. Strong words man.
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 BJWC. 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 wanted 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.
WAITER: Okay….I just wanted to know, what are your plans now man.
DUNN: My plans. Well as far as the BJWC goes, I’m done with it. I washed my hands of it last week. I don’t plan on going back there any damn time soon, that you can quote me on. As for my career goes…I just joined the PNW. I wanted to try something new. It’s a fairly new company, that I know of any ways.
WAITER: Why did you decide to join another company and leave the BJWC?
DUNN: Honestly…it was because I just got sick of looking in the mirror every day and realizing that everything I’ve done, really meant nothing to any one but myself…and…of course a few fans like yourself. I put the BJWC on the map after all there old stars got up and left. I was there. I built that place back to where it should be, on top. I didn’t get any respect for it, I didn’t get any thanks for it, so one day I just said fuck it. I packed my bags, made my little speech, and left. Now I didn’t just decide to jump to the PNW to piss off everyone in the BJWC. Oh no, I came decided to join the PNW as soon as I saw the damn PPV lineup. I saw Jake Blood’s name on there, I Trek, I saw XTC, I saw Storm, and then I saw Fyne. You know I gave everyone but Blood there start in the BJWC. I bust my ass to promote them and give them shots that they’ve earned, and want do I get…I get stabbed in the back for my troubles. Well come Sunday, there all in for a big Reality Check. Especially Jake Blood.
WAITER: Why Blood? I never saw you two ever feud.
DUNN: That’s just the point. All he’s ever done is talk about how he’s better than everyone. That he can beat any one. Yet, he’s not once ever, ever, stepped between those ropes and go one on one with me. Until he does that, then he can’t say shit about me or if he’s better than everyone else. Because until he beats me, he’s not better than everyone else.
WAITER: Damn.
***David takes a slip of his
coffee.***
WAITER: So…wants going on at that PPV you talked about.
DUNN: It’s a tournament. To decide the PNW Heavyweight Champion, or something. Really doesn’t matter a whole lot to me.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Look, I’ve won more titles than I can count. This PNW tournament is like a walk in the park for me. I mean look who I facing first…
***David pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket…he looks confused for a second or two, he just shakes his head and places the piece of paper back into his jacket.***
DUNN: …Ryan Corey? Who the fuck is Ryan Corey?! They’re setting me up against some rookie? God, I can’t get any respect from any one these days.
WAITER: Ryan Corey…hmmm…hey I think I know him.
DUNN: Oh really. Do tell.
WAITER: He was suppose to be some big shot in WFWA. Last February he won the WFWA World title at WFWA International War. Oh and before that he won the TV title in some IWF PPV.
DUNN: Oh, okay, that really didn’t help much.
WAITER: What do you mean?
DUNN: Well if he was a world champion in a place I never heard of then I’m sure as hell it couldn’t have been that good. And if the company wasn’t that good then ten to one he wrestles like shit. Day old, grass stained, good old American, shit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from looking past him, it’s just I don’t really care that much about him to be worried that he’s going to beat me or anything.
WAITER: Your not worried about him at all?
DUNN: I am a little…I will beat his ass like if he stole something but after the match he might get a little pissed off about being beaten but the G.F.F. Then he may go do something stupid like attacking me with something. Then what, I’m hurt because a little prick wants to get even for me kicking his ass. So when I go on to the next round I’m hurt like a motherfucker. So, that sucks. Of course this is just mostly what I’m guessing he’s going to do. Either way his ass is gone from the tournament.
WAITER: So it’s like a 8 man or 16 man tournament?
DUNN: No, it’s a 18 man tournament.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Well since I came in they had to add me to the lineup. Which mean in the second round I’m in a triple threat match, I think. I’m not sure. But it would be nice though seeing how if they get that far I’d be face to face with Jake Blood and Trek. Two of the sum bitches I came into the PNW for. You see kid, there are a lot of reasons why not to piss me off. Because as soon as you do, I’ll be coming for your ass. When I do…trust me…your career is over.
WAITER: You need to relax more man. I mean what’s the reason for all your actions any ways?
DUNN: My main reason for my actions has to be…
***David picks up his coffee and
slips at it…he spits his out.***
DUNN: Goddamn it! It’s cold as a motherfucker.
WAITER: Oh shit, I’m so sorry, you want me to get you another cup.
DUNN: Well seeing how I’m sitting here talking to your ass and paying for this coffee, then yeah.
***The waiter gets up from the booth and grabs the cup. He runs over to counter and grabs a pot of coffee. He pours it into the glass. The waiter walks back over to the table and places in front of David.***
DUNN: Thanks.
***David takes a slip…he spits
it out again.***
DUNN: WHAT THE FUCK! Do you make this fucking coffee out of your underwear!
***David gets up from his seat and throws the hot coffee in the waiters face. The waiter screams out in pain and drops to the floor holding his face.***
DUNN: I was nice to you. I talked to you about my career and a little about my feelings. So what do you do you repay my kindness…by bringing me this poor excuse for a cup of coffee.
***David starts to walk out of the café when he looks back at the waiter on the floor. David shakes his head towards the waiter. He opens the front door just as the waiter is getting to his feet. David looks back at him.***
DUNN: You know what…I almost forgot…the main reason I do anything…is because I’m the biggest asshole in this world or the next.
***David walks out of the café
and slams the door behind him.***
***FLASH***
***The scene reopens a little ways down the street from the café. David is back to walking down the street once more. Once more he’s looking down at the road. Once more he doesn’t care what’s in front on him.***
DUNN: People say they dislike me because of my actions. People say they don’t understand the things I do. But it doesn’t matter what the people think, it doesn’t matter what that punk in that café thinks, all that matters is what I think. Do I like myself, yeah. Do I really care if I hurt someone or hurt someone’s feelings? No. Everyone in life is put on this earth for some reason. Some people have the talent to make people smile. Others the gift to heal. All I’ve ever been good at is wrestling, and pissing people off. Oh, and I’m damn good at it. Don’t take my word on it though, just ask Ryan Corey and any one else that is going to step in my way this Sunday. There all going to find out why I am the Goddamn Fucking Franchise.
***David looks up at a street sign. He turns right and keeps walking until suddenly he stops and turns his head slowly back to the other street.***
DUNN: Oh, by the way, that is, and forever will be, enough said.
***David turns his head and continues walking down the road. Smoke slowly rises from the heating ducks from the street. Slowly David Dunn is out of sight. The scene fades to black.***