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The things I do aren’t done because I’m afraid…
They’re done because they’re necessary for me to remain
what I am…
The best.
***The scene opens with a shot
at the sky. It’s nightfall as we can
tell by the moon lit clouds and the bright stars shining up in the
heavens. Suddenly lightening strikes across
the sky. A storm seems to be forming. Sadly, how bad the storm will be is until at
this time.***
***FLASH***
***The moves downward towards
the earth. We see a white home in the
middle of a small town. The scene moves
closer towards a driveway where a white F-150 is parked. A man is walking up and down this
driveway. Smoke slowly leaves the man
as if he was smoking a cigarette.***
***FLASH***
***The scene moves even closer
towards the man. On the ground close to
the truck we see a black bag. Smoke blows
onto the bag as the man sits down next to the truck. The man is wearing nothing more than a pair of black boxer
shorts. He finishes off the rest of his
cigarette and flicks it into the yard.
We now know the man is none other than the Goddamn Fucking Franchise,
David Dunn.***
DUNN: You know something. I don’t care about Ryan Corey. His career could have ended, it wouldn’t matter to me. He’s wife could have been killed. He could have seen the whole thing. The bottom line is I don’t care about this joke what so ever. Retirement, he should have stayed retired. Because in all honestly…I am really going to regret what I’m going to have to do to him. No I won’t feel sorry for him. Or any of his family at ringside or watching at home. I’m going to regret that I have to face him and waste time on his ass. I could be wrestling someone with real talent, instead it’s some second rate joke that isn’t fit to tie my boots. So I guess what I’m saying is…someone better have a body bag at ringside, because this boys dead. It’s nothing personally you see. It’s only business. Why am I acting so cocky you ask? Well it took me a while to learn something I should have figured out from the very beginning…I’m just too good to be beaten.
***David pulls another cigarette
from his pack and throws the pack to the ground.***
DUNN: As I sit here and think about my life I remember so many things that would crush another man. Having wrestlers come up to you telling you that there going to beat you and take your title. Whole families spit in your face after you ended someone’s career. Fans seeing you in the street telling you how much they hate you and they wish someone would just kill you and get it over with. Or the late night phone calls of mad men screaming that your going to die. Any other man would have quit this business along time ago. Yet, I never left.
***David pulls out his Zippo
lighter and lights up his cigarette. He
then throws the lighter next to his cigarette.***
DUNN: People call me an asshole, a bitch, cold hearted, a ruthless bastard hell bent on some holier than thou power trip. Hell some people even call me friend, very few though. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what people say to me. It doesn’t matter what people call me, friend or foe. All that matters is being the best. If beating Corey out cold until he is almost dead…then so be it. Do you think I honestly carry if he lives or dies? Think I care if I’ll destroy his career? I don’t. You think I care about old XTC? Or Jake Blood? Nope. All I care about is being the best. And to be the best that means I have to be the heavyweight champion. To quote Metallica, “Nothing Else Matters”. Since I left the BJWC my heart has grown cold. Once I would have cared if someone stabbed me in the back. Once I would have cared if I lost a friend over needless greed. I just don’t care about anyone but the damn title and myself. Hell…I didn’t even give a rat’s ass about those stupid ass people that get killed for not even one reason what so ever. People die every day so what’s the big deal. That sounds a little cold…so be it. Life goes on. The Sky is blue, the grass is green, and I have to prove to everyone why I still am and always will be the best. Like it or not.
***David takes a drag off his
cigarette and exhales the smoke into the air.***
DUNN: I must care about something more than myself don’t you think. Maybe it could be my wife, or my son…doubt it much. What I care about almost as much as that title I guess has to be…revenge. Revenge is one of my favorite words you see. It’s what I’m all about. Sunday I’ll get my revenge on the traders. This Sunday I’ll get my revenge on a few other people namely XTC, Jake Blood, Trek, Fyne, and Ryan Storm. You see these five gentlemen, and I use the word gentlemen loosely. Came up to me for weeks begging for me to let them into the BJWC. I agreed knowing full well that I didn’t need five-second rate wrestlers holding the BJWC back. I knew they would turn on me. Well…Blood any ways. The others surprised me. Well you five must be pretty happy with your self’s. After I’ve beaten Corey…I’m going to come looking for you. Oh I so hope that Trek and Blood make it into the second round, so I can pay them back by beating there asses up and down that ring. Yeah that’s the ticket. So how about this. How about you two decide which one of you is going to get beaten first. That should be fun. A freak and a has been fighting it out to decide which is going to get hurt by the GFF first. Hell…these two will knock each other out. God I hate them.
***David takes another drag off
his cigarette.***
DUNN: I can’t get side tracked though. I still have to deal with one Ryan Corey. I saw your latest comments…I wasn’t impress. Nope. You think your going to stop me Corey? Do you? Honestly? Do you really think you have a chance in hell at beating me for what I want so badly? I bet you do. It’s good you have these little fantasizes of glory when you know damn well there isn’t a chance in hell your going to the next round. If you look through history you’ll learn damn well that the strong man always wins. Stronger I damn well am. You know it. You just don’t have the balls to say it. Have you even seen me talk? I’ve always said I could be taken out at any moment. Just…not by you. You may have been here in the PNW longer than I have but I just got here and hell I’m already proved more than you ever have.
***David finishes off his
cigarette and throws it away.***
DUNN: You know something…I’m done talking about you Ryan…I’ll let my actions do the talking this Sunday…your not going to the second round….you are going in a body bag though.
***David gets up from the ground
and dusts himself off.***
DUNN: I keep floating around it…but I still haven’t said really anything about XTC. The more things change the more they stay the same. I remember the day you came to me and begged me to give you a HAVOC title shot. I agreed. Did it get me anything? Nope. Shot after shot I gave you…and repeatedly you let me down. Well my friend I hate to tell you this again but it’s pay back time. You didn’t go through the wars that I did. You didn’t work over a year just so people can stop referring to you as a “rookie”. I went through all of that and more. Sometimes I would look into the mirror and think to myself, “Is it all worth it? Is getting beaten up every damn night really worth any of this?!” Yet,…
***David looks down at the
ground.***
DUNN: …now that I’ve reached the top after all my suffering, all my pain, all my blood sweat and tears…I know it was damn worth it and I’d do it again. So come Sunday if you think for even one little second that you have a chance in hell at beating me for a some I’ve earned…then your wrong…dead wrong. This isn’t play time any more XTC. I know in my heart I’ll meet you in the finals. I know this so well because you have the talent, you have the skill, you will get to that final match. Then you’ll see the man that made who you are. The man that gave you all the shot and you never repaid. Oh happy day, when you step between those ropes and one on one with someone you know is better than you. Someone you know is looking not only to beat you but to hurt you to the break of death. You will learn by the end of the match why I am the best there is and why I am the Goddamn Fucking Franchise of the world.
***David picks up his title and
places on top of his shoulder. The look
in David’s eyes is nothing more than violent.***
DUNN: It ends Sunday traders one way or another. I guarantee you will not walk out of that arena the heavyweight champion nor walking at all for that matter. I’ve never, ever, guarantee anything. This time I will. I am not going to let any of you win this damn tournament. Not after I went through hell to rebuild the BJWC and watch you five walk out on me. You hear me traders?! You will not win Sunday! I’d sooner shoot myself in the head than see any of you become the PNW Heavyweight champion.
***Suddenly a voice is hear for
a far. It sounds female.***
***FLASH***
***The scene moves to the
house. The front door opens and
Jeannette stands there confused.***
JEANNETTE: What’s all the noise about Davey?
***David closes his eyes for a
few seconds the opens them with a more relaxed look on his face.***
DUNN: Nothing sweetie pie. Go back inside I’ll be there in a minute.
JEANNETTE: Uh OK David if you say some. If you need anything just yell.
DUNN: I will.
***Jeannette goes back inside
closing the door behind her.***
DUNN: Corey and the rest of you traders…it ends Sunday.
***David picks up his black bag
and throws it in the back of his truck.
He then starts to walk towards the house when he stops. He turns his head slightly behind him.***
DUNN: Oh…in case you didn’t guess…that is…enough said.
***David walks up to his front
door and opens it. He walks in and
closes the door behind him. The scene
fades to black.***