Life is like a long drive down the road…
It takes forever to get there, and once you do…
You wonder why the hell you did it in the first place.
***The scene opens on a dark
night somewhere in Weslaco Texas. We
look around the area to see streetlights and signs glowing to provide light to
the area. A woman walks across the
street with a shopping cart. She seems
to be homeless by the way she is dressed and the items in the cart. As the woman finally reaches the other side
of the street a white F-150 passes her alongside the road. The truck turns on it’s turning signal and
pulls into a parking lot.***
***FLASH***
***The scene moves to a sign on
the lot that Reads, “Circle K”. The
scene then pans back over to the truck.
It seems whoever was driving has already gotten out and possibly gone
inside the store. The windows for the
store are tented so it’s hard to see who or what is going on in the store.***
***FLASH***
***A gentleman walks out of the
front door of the Circle K. The
gentleman is wearing a pair of old dusty blue jeans with a pair of black cowboy
boots. The gentleman is also wearing a
white T-shirt with writing on it. It
reads, “Past Present, Future…in the end all they remember is David Dunn”. The gentleman is holding something in one of
his hands as he walks towards his truck.
It appears to be a pack of cigarettes/
The gentleman gets into his truck and closes the door. The truck engine starts. Slowly the truck reverses and leaves the
store.***
***FLASH***
***The scene reopens on a dark
highway outside of Weslaco. The same
F-150 that we saw before is driving down the highway headed towards
somewhere. The highway seems almost
completely empty except the truck.***
***FLASH***
***The scene moves into the truck where we can the driver smoking a cigarette. “Turn the Page” by Metallica is playing over the stereo. The driver finishes up his cigarette. He rolls down his window and flicks the cigarette out of his truck. The driver then proceeds to turn down his stereo a few notches. We look at the drivers face and realize that he’s none other than the Goddamn Fucking Franchise, David Dunn.***
DUNN: “On the road again, I’m just can’t wait to get on that road again…” Ah Willie Nelson, sum bitch should have paid his taxes.
***David turns on his brights so he can see the road better. He then turns his stereo completely off.***
DUNN: The Road looks bad out tonight. The storm has really hit around this part of the state. Yet, it’s okay. It can’t rain all the time. Or maybe it can. Not in a way as to say were all going to die in a giant flood…or in a way to say I’m even really talking about rain at all. It’s more of a description…you see it about one man’s dreams, hopes, and goals, all being washed away in the rain.
***David rubs his face as if he was trying to wake up.***
DUNN: Now who could I be talking about…could it Ryan Corey? No. Jake Blood perhaps. No. Or maybe Blade this so called NeWA king. Oh no. I speak of one Dane Black, better known as XTC.
***David turns on his blinker
and changes to the next lane.***
DUNN: It’s a shame really. When
I first saw you Dane, I had such high hopes for you. Yet, every chance I gave you to prove yourself you fail
horribly. Why is that Dane? Wasn’t the motivation there? Did I not push you enough? Or was it just your short sightedness that
cost you win after win? I spent
countless nights thinking about this back when I ran the BJWC. I never really found an answer to my
questions…until…until you were about to leave…it was right about the time you
came into my office and asked me why you weren’t getting more shots. A step up on a higher playing field as it
was.
***A raindrop falls from the sky and on to David’s windshield. Then another, and another, until finally a heavy down pour starts. David flicks on his windshield wipers.***
DUNN: You know why I never gave you any higher shots, because I knew
from the beginning that you’re still nothing more than a “rookie”. I’ve seen you in the ring pal, sure you got
talent, skill, and the heart of a champion.
But you still make mistakes. Lots of mistakes as I saw it.
I did try to give you one shot…one fucking shot…you remember, you were
facing Jason Payne…and what happened?
You got your ass handed to you.
Then what happened Dane? Payne
went on to bigger and better things…while you on the other hand…stay right at
the bottom where you belonged.
***The rain is poor down now pretty bad. David is having trouble seeing the road even with his high beams on.***
DUNN: So now you think things are different here in the PNW…there
not. You’re still some snot nose punk
that thinks your all high and mighty when I know, and everyone else knows, your
nothing but second rate. These are
truths you know yourself…only…you don’t have the balls to admit to them. I don’t even know why you think you have a
chance against me. I have no doubt in
my mind that you can beat the rest of the people in the tournament and get your
ass into the finals. I do doubt that
you can beat me though. In fact, I know
you doubt it too. You’ve walked into a
place that I am king. That I am
god. That I am the one person you
should have never pissed off.
***David starts to slowly down
because of the rain.***
DUNN: I heard you talked about the PPV being a night where legends are
made. This proves your inexperience
right there. Legends aren’t made. Legends aren’t born. A Legend isn’t what you are…it’s about what
your about. To have to earn the right
to be called a Legend buddy boy. I
earned that right Dane. How you
ask? By going out into that arena night
after night busting my ass. Sweating,
bleeding, crying even. Sacrificing my
body for a sport I truly love. I
climbed that ladder time and time again.
Never stopping, never saying, “I can’t go out there again!”. Night after night, show after show, city after
city, I my job. I did what I
loved. And on that horrible day when I
looked in the mirror and said the very words I didn’t want to say, “I can’t go
on any more. I’ve just too hurt.” I got suited up and went out there and did
what I love once more. That’s when you
know you’ve earned the right to be called a legend. Once you earned the right, you have to prove it night after night
until the day you die, or retire.
***Suddenly a car comes out
of nowhere in front of David. David
slams on his brake only to have his tires hydroplane. The truck slides to a side angle and is about to hit the car…but
suddenly David gains control and moves down the road at a slow speed.***
DUNN: Goddamn asshole! Sum
bitch. If you can’t drive get off the
road bitch! God, some people just can’t
drive in the goddamn rain.
***David gains speed back up
once more where he was before that stupid dick almost caused him to wreck.***
DUNN: Now where was I before I was so rudely thrown out of my chain of
thought. Ah yes, Mr. Black. I’ve pretty much said all I needed to say
about you boy, well, maybe all but one thing that is.
***David pulls out a
cigarette from his pack which was on his dash board. David pushes his cigarette lighter in.***
DUNN: You believe in everything your saying…about becoming a
legend…about winning the PNW Heavyweight title…even about being better than
me. The sad fact of the matter is that
you’ve built your self up to be some great hero, some great champion, some
great wrestler. It’s all a lie
though…you know it…I know it. Your just
not willing to let your scared little mind to believe it. Your living a lie Dane…and…Sunday…you’ll
learn it the hard way.
***The cigarette light pops
out. David grabs it, pulls it out,
lights his cigarette, then places it back.***
DUNN: Oh, I just had to bring up lying didn’t I. Lying to yourself is one thing, but lying
about someone else is a whole different story…isn’t that right Mr. Corey. I never heard a bigger bullshit story in my
whole life. “You’ll never be
smarter…” Already am thank you very
much. “I have five world
championships…” And do I care? “Just two-thirty-five, and six-foot nothing.
Well, I'm damn near a cruiserweight i suppose.” Well…I agree on one point with that statement…I agree your
nothing. As far as being almost a
cruiserweight…sorry that’ll never happen, they have talent and after seeing a
few of your matches in the NeWA I can see you have none.
***David smiles briefly as
he’s inhaling his cigarette.***
DUNN: Look, it’s real simple Corey, I’m going to break it down like
this. (inhales the smoke, then exhales it.)
Sunday, Boy Meets World for the first and last time. Your comments did nothing more than just
piss me off. I was going to walk in
there Sunday and do our match strictly business like. (inhales the smoke, then
exhales it.) But no, you had to piss me off.
It could have been a nice little match where I kick the hell out of you
and move on to the next round. I guess
you brought up all these fucked up things to say about me because I’m looking
past you. (inhales the smoke, then exhales
it.)
Or the fact that I think your nothing more than a rookie. Maybe said these those things wrong. I never wanted you to get upset, just understand. First off I’m not looking past you really, I
know there is a very good chance after the match, after I beat you that is,
that you could hurt me in anger. (inhales
the smoke, then exhales it.) So no, I’m not looking past you, I just
don’t see you as a big threat up after the match. As far as me calling you a rookie…until you stepped into the ring
with me, and beat me…you will be just like you are now, a rookie.
***David finishes up his
cigarette and throws it into the ash tray.***
DUNN: As far as “comparing notes”.
Well let’s see here…no one on your list…but…one that is. I’ve beaten Eric Dane. Wasn’t impressed by him much if you ask me. I’ve beaten Tyler Lee, you might remember
the old Hardcore champion. Then my
greatest victory…one you’ll never have…I’ve beaten Kurt Swagger. That’s right, the NWA god himself. Are you happy now? We compared notes…shit…sounds more like were measuring our dick
sizes…so I guess I really am bigger than you.
***David smiles once more and
laughs.***
DUNN: “Sorry, balls are not on sale here at K Mart, once again, balls
are not on the blue light special.”
Ain’t that a shame Corey, looks like your going to have to grow them
your self. Ha, ha, ha. Okay, that’s enough fun I guess for Mr.
Corey. If I keep this up, I’ll make the
big baby cry.
***David turns on his blinker to exit the expressway.***
DUNN: The bottom line is that both the Boy and the Joke
have no clue what they’ve gotten there self’s into. Corey’s going to be taken out first, and Black is going to be taken
out last…and then…then…at the end of it all…I’ll prove what I’ve been saying
all along…I’m simply…the best there is.
Oh…by the way…that’s…enough said.
***David drives his truck
down the exit ramp. Slowly David’s
truck slowly goes out of sight. The
scene fades to black.***