They say in death all questions are answered…

 

Far from the answers…

 

Far from death…

 

For the Great Franchise has taken upon himself to try his luck one last time…

 

Will he succeed?

 

Or will he fail?

 

Only time will tell if his questions are answered…

 

Or if his last try isn’t in vain.

 


 

***The scene opens with darkness…slowly…a cloud of fog or smoke, whatever you’d like to call it, lifts up off the darkness.  Slowly, we can see something move.  Person?  Animal?  Thing?!  This is very unsure at the present time.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The fog fades more now, we can see almost clearly it’s two gentlemen sitting in a room separated by a table.  The man on the left end of the table has a brief case sitting next to him.  It happens to be open, inside there seems to be stacks of legal forms.  The scene moves up and down looking at the man.  He seems to be wearing a nice black Italian Suit.  Only, we can’t see his face.  Coming out of his sport jacket there is black hood covering his head.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The fog has finally cleared up.  As expected the scene moves to a shot of the man sitting to the far right.  This man seems strangely familiar.  Long dirty blond hair, black dark sunglasses, faded blue jeans, and a black T-shirt that reads, “enough said” smack down in the middle of it.  This man could only be one person in the world.  This man, is none other than, the Goddamn Fucking Franchise, David Dunn.  Both of them seem to be talking about something, what it isn’t known at this time.***

 

Mr. X:  …then it’s agreed then David.

 

DUNN:  So it is. 

 

Mr. X:  Are you sure you can win the BJWC title?

 

***David smiles wickedly.***

 

DUNN:  The great BJWC title…you know something.  I won that belt twice.  Both times I beat legends for it.  Did any one care?  No.  I beat Roadkill for it first, then Dehart.  Two of the best in there days, I just didn’t get any respect for it. 

 

Mr. X:  That wasn’t the answer to my question.  I asked you if you can win the…

 

***David slams his fists onto the table in anger.***

 

DUNN:  YES!!!  Goddamn it man.  You know who I am.  You know what I’ve done.  There isn’t a goddamn person in this business that’s better than I am.  So when you ask me if I can win the BJWC title, it’s like a slap in the face.  It’s like you just pissed all over John Wayne’s grave.  You got me?

 

Mr. X:  Of course David.  I just had to make sure.  I have a lot riding on you.  All of our plans, all of our goals is based on you winning that championship belt. 

 

***David looks over at the gentleman with a emotionless look.***

 

DUNN:  You don’t have to tell me about our goals.  Remember it was me who came to you about all of this.  I know what has to be done pal.  Don’t think for one second I don’t.  Don’t think for one second if you decide to fuck me over and don’t give me what I want after it’s all said and done, that I won’t come looking for you. 

 

***David cracks his knuckles.***

 

DUNN:  Now, I’m betting that’s something you wouldn’t want to happen now would you?

 

Mr. X:  Of course not David. 

 

DUNN:  Fine.  As long as you know the choices you make can either complete our goals, or snap your neck.

 

***David pauses for a second then leans back in his chair.***

 

DUNN:  Just one thing…what’s with you and this “of course” crap?  Oh, and that hood?  You walk around the streets with that thing on your bound to get your ass shot by either a cop or a Chinese store owner.

 

***David gets up off his chair and walks away from the table.***

 

Mr. X:  He’s always been a smart ass.

 

***The gentleman closes his briefcase.  Gets up from his seat, and walks away from the other direction.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens in a hallway.  The walls are painted white, pictures hanging from the sides, doors every so often leading to other rooms, yep, it’s a hallway alright.  David is seen turning the corner and walking down the hallway only to be stopped by a young man holding a clip board and a headset.***

 

YOUNGMAN:  Mr. Dunn, remember your on in two minutes. 

 

DUNN:  Really?  I thought I’d just walk down the hallway leading to the studio because I wanted the exercise.  Get the fuck out of my way…

 

***David pushes the young man against the wall as he walks past him.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens as on stage of the Dennis Miller Live show on HBO, remember it’s not just TV, it’s HBO.  Any who, a spot light shines directly on Mr. Miller…which means only one thing, it’s he’s nightly rant!  We listen in too his closing comments…***

 

DM:  …is what makes this country great. Thanks to these freedoms, we get the hip irreverence of Art Buchwald, the folksy yet politically incisive song stylings of Mark Russell, and the pun-tastic parodies of The Capital Steps. And it is for these reasons alone, we must squash free speech immediately and become a police state.

 

***The crowd breaks out into laugher.***

 

DM:  We need to let those who repulse us have their say alongside those whose speeches make us rise to our feet in applause. How else will the shiny pearl of wisdom stick out against the black velvet of stupidity? It's better to just let the Ku Klux Klan march through your town than it is to waste your time and money trying to stop them. Instead of challenging their right to free speech, use your energy to point out to your children the irony of the fat guys in the pointy hats and the pee-stained bed sheets, spouting forth all sorts of mono-syllabic eugenic claptrap, and all the while, claiming to be the master race.

 

***The crowd cheers on at Dennis’s strong point.***

 

DM:  Of course, that’s just my opinion.  I could be wrong.  I want to hear what you think America, call 1-888-HBO-DML1.  Tonight’s guest is someone speaks his mind whenever he feels he needs to, sometimes without even checking with his brain before he says it.  Please welcome wrestling superstar, David Dunn.

 

***The crowd cheers as the spot light goes off, the lights come back on, and David walks out onto the stage.  He shakes Dennis’s hand as they both walk over to there seats.  Dennis takes a drink of water real quick and then up buttons his jacket.***

 

DM:  Well how the hell are you David?  It’s been what, 4 years since last you were here?

 

DUNN:  More or less.  I’ve been doing pretty good I think.  I got a new son on the way and I just signed a new deal with WC, so life’s pretty good at the moment.

 

DM:  Another son eh, hope he turns out better than the last.

 

DUNN:  Really, all I really needed was a gay son to fuck up my life.  But seriously, I love Wilson no matter what his choices in life are.

 

***The crowd claps after the comment.***

 

DM:  That’s a very honorable thing to say David.  Weird, it’s so unlike you.

 

DUNN:  No shit.

 

DM:  Let’s get down to business.  What’s your take on Freedom of Speech?

 

DUNN:  I’m against it.  I mean come on, can you imagine the screwed up things about someone having the right to say whatever he wants to say?!  Someone could go out cuss in front of children, old people, any one who is generally around.  Freedom of speech would make people have ego’s the size of my dick quite frankly.  It would make people listen to things that they don’t want to hear or even be bothered with.  Freedom of speech makes quote-un-quote, assholes out of people…..wait a minute……on second thought…..Freedom of speech kicks ass!

 

DM:  Always the performer aren’t you?

 

DUNN:  You know it.

 

DM:  Honestly I know you’ve gotten a lot of beer over the things you’ve said in the past. 

 

DUNN:  Oh yea.  I had the FCC barking down my ass because I’d like to add color to my statements.

 

DM:  No charges were filed though.  Freedom of Speech is what you pleaded all the way to court. 

 

DUNN:  You have to understand little things, one being I upset a lot of people on a daily bases.  It’s not my actions that upset people it’s my little promo’s or whatever you want to call them.  That’s what piss so many people off.  Mothers yelling at me because there children shouldn’t have to hear such things coming out of someone’s mouth.  These religious types complaining that god is against everything I’ve ever said, or how I said it.  You know I never came out and said I was a nice guy and I would do what I was told.  When management told me to cut out some of my language because of the bad press I told them point blank to go fuck themselves.  I wasn’t going to put up with there bullshit just as I wasn’t going to listen to some jack off telling me that his little girl heard me cussing someone out.  If you don’t like it, don’t listen.  It’s easy as that.  I’m an American.  I was born to raised to the simple truth that I had the right to say whatever the hell I wanted to, how I want too, because it was my god given right to.  If they want to go and change the rules then fine, I’ll play nice, until they do though, all bets are off.

 

***The crowd starts roaring as David finally finishes his comments towards Dennis’s question.***

 

DM:  Very well said.  We got Johnny from New York on line one.  Go ahead Johnny.

 

JOHNNY:  Ah yes, just want to say real fast your one of my favorite wrestlers David.

 

DUNN:  Thank you.

 

JOHNNY:  Now my question is, what’s the single worst statement or comment you’ve ever made.

 

DUNN:  Right off the bat it had to be my comments after 9/11. 

 

DM:  Ouch, I remembered those comments, you got a lot of heat off them.

 

DUNN:  Yeah I did.  I publicly stated I didn’t give a rats ass about how many people died or were hurt.  People die everyday it shouldn’t matter.  It’s the circle of life.  Still today I stand by what I said.  It’s just the way I look at things.  Death just happens, it comes with life.  As far as what I said would happen after 9/11 with the American people, I was right.  I said publicly that everyone is joining together to care about one another and bring back that American spirit, would only last a few months.  Sure enough almost a year later, everything is back as it was.

 

DM:  That’s your opinion David…and for the most part I agree with the last part.  Things are pretty much back to normal.

 

DUNN:  You know it Dennis.  What makes it worse is that…

 

DM:  Hold that thought David.  I have to do the news.

 

DUNN:  Cool.

 

***Dennis gets up from his seat and walks over to the “Big Screen”.  David on the other hand just stares at Dennis then turns his attention over to the crowd.  A wicked smile forms on his face as the stage lights start to fade lower.***

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens in a parking garage.  We see David walking into the picture carrying a black gym bag.  He stops next to a white F-150.  David throws his bag in the back of the truck.  He then opens the driver side door.  David steps into the truck, sits down, starts the bitch up and drives away.***

 

DUNN:  Dennis Miller…weird guy.  But he’s cool.  Always liked him.  He’s just like me, he tells it how it is.  Point blank, no joking around with the answer, just gets right down to it.  It may piss a few people off about the things he talks about and says but at least he tells the truth the way he sees it.

 

***David pushes his cigarette lighter.***

 

DUNN:  Just like me.  Everyday I’ve hear people yelling that I have an ego.  That I like to talk a lot of trash.  That I never say anything nice.  Well, the truth hurts.  I may have an ego, I may talk a lot of trash, hell, I’ve hardly ever said anything nice.  These are the facts of David Dunn.  People should just get over it and then deal with it.  Last man standing….the come back card for the WC, not the BJWC, but the WC.  The Billy Jay Wrestling Company died as soon as myself and Billy Jay left.  It’s the truth.  Deal with it.  Back to the card, I have no fucking clue who the hell is back.  Nor do I care.  Blood could have brought back Dan Dehart for this PPV and it wouldn’t matter a damn bit.  Why?  Because I have goals, I have plans, I have to win that damn title.  Not for Mr. X.  Or the fans, but for myself.  Come the end of the night I’ll be the last man standing high above everyone else with the WC title raised high above my head.  Guess what, as soon as it happens, the bitching will begin all over the world.  I don’t care about what people think of me.  “Did I destroy the BJWC?”  “Did Steele?”  “Or maybe it could have been Blood…”  None of this matters when it comes to the PPV.  Did I deserve it or earn it?  If I did destroy the BJWC…a lot of people think I shouldn’t get the shot.  If I didn’t?  People still don’t think I should get the shot just for the fact that I’m still and always have been, the all around asshole. 

 

***David takes out a cigarette and pulls out the lighter from the truck.  He lights his cigarette and places the lighter back into the hole.***

 

DUNN:  It’s funny really when you take the time to think about it.  Every time I said I was going to do something, I did it.  Every time I went out and hurt someone, I then took full responsibility in it.  Every time I walked out with the win no matter how I got it,  people still thought I was a liar, an egotistic bastard, someone with no morals what so ever….a Liar?  I told you I was going to hurt him.  Egotistic bastard….no….I’m just that good bitch.  As for no morals….stand in my path….stand in my way….your going to get run over.  It sounds like a set of morals to me.  The only difference is that my morals are different than the rest of yours. 

 

***David takes a drag off his cigarette.***

 

DUNN:  Just wait….everyone is going to hear all this bullshit after the PPV…why…because the all around asshole is back….and after the PPV….the gold is back around his waist as well.  This is just yet another simple fact of life.  The sky is blue, the grass is green, and the all around asshole is once again back in the saddle. If you can’t deal with it…go home.  Or stay out of my damn way.  Because at the PPV either your in my way or out of my way….I think everyone will prefer to stay out of my fucking way.  This also includes you Blood.  Just because you kissed my ass for me to come back doesn’t mean for one second that I won’t knock your fucking head off if you stand in my way.  So take the n d and in, replace it with y and out.  Get the picture?  Good.

 

***David takes another drag off his cigarette.***

 

DUNN:  It doesn’t even matter any more, at the PPV, the last man standing will be, well, me.  Believe want you all want, when it’s done, the PPV will all be Dunn.  That is…and forever will be….totally….enough said.

 

***David drives off in the distance.  The scene fades to black.***