
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.***