
You Don’t always get
what you want…but you get what you need…
-Rolling Stones
Tuesday, September 30,
2003
12:03 am
***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. 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.
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 Trek. His career could end by my hands, it wouldn’t matter to me. He’s brain could be splattered across the ring on Riot. His family could see the whole thing. It wouldn’t matter to me. The bottom line is I don’t care about this joke what so ever. Triple 6 Trek, he should have stayed with Trek. Because in all honestly…after I finish with his ass and those other two jackoff’s…Trek…is all he’s going to be about. An ex-wrestler trekking his ass out the door…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 by a fudge packing son of a bitch that isn’t fit to hold my jockstrap.
***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. The late night phone calls of mad men screaming that your going to die. Or what happened with Jeannette. 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 that takes me
beating Trek, Walker, and that other bitch out cold until their almost
dead…then so be it. Do you think I
honestly carry if they live or die?
Think I care if I’ll destroy there careers? I don’t. You think I care
about old Blood? Or Dehart? 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 Jeannette left me,
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 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 newborn daughter, 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. Riot I’ll get my revenge on him. Riot I’ll get my revenge on Jake Blood. You see this gentleman, and I use the word gentlemen loosely. Came up to me with a ball bat and tried to hit a homerun. Sadly all the bitch got was a foul ball. You should have left it alone Blood…year after year we do this little dance. I attack you…you attack me…it’s a never ending run. Oh but it’s going to end. It’s going to end very fucking soon Blood. This should be fun. I’m going to enjoy this very much.
***David takes another
drag off his cigarette.***
DUNN: I can’t get side tracked though. I still have to deal with the fudge packing brothers. You think you three are going to stop me? Do you? Honestly? Do you really think you have a chance in hell at beating me? 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 you three going to beat the GFF. If you look through history you’ll learn damn well that the strongest men always win. 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 three.
***David finishes off
his cigarette and throws it away.***
DUNN: You know something…I’m done talking about you these three little bitches…I’ll let my actions do the talking on Riot…your not going to beat me get over it….all three of you are going home in a body bag.
***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 Dehart. The more things change the more they stay the same. I remember the day you came to me and begged me to carry you under my wing. 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. But you know what…
***David looks down at
the ground.***
DUNN: …all my suffering, all my pain, all my blood sweat and tears…for jack shit. Well Dehart your going to learn you should fuck around with me. Your going to learn this lesson hard and fast. You will learn by the end of my stay here in the BJWC why I am the best there is and why I am the Goddamn Fucking Franchise of the world.
***The look in David’s eyes is nothing more than
violent.***
DUNN: Fucking Dehart…
***Suddenly a voice is
heard for a far. It sounds female.***
DUNN: Who the hell could that be?
***The scene moves to the house. The front door opens and Melissa, Jeannette’s sister walks out. She stands there with a confused look on her face.***
MELISSA: What the hell is with all the noise?
***David looks on in
shock for a second.***
DUNN: How the fuck did you get into my house you stupid bitch?!
MELISSA: Why do you have to act like that?
DUNN: Let’s see here…maybe it’s because I hate your whole family. Could this be a reason? Huh? Maybe just a little?
MELISSA: I didn’t do anything to you or Jeannette.
DUNN: Bullshit…get out of my house.
***Melissa walks out of
the door way and next to David.***
DUNN: Good, now get the fuck out of here.
MELISSA: We need to talk.
DUNN: About what?! I hate you. I hate your parents, your uncles and aunts, I even hate your stupid dog Skippy!
MELISSA: Will you just listen for a minute you big
asshole!
DUNN: Fine. Speak your mind. It isn’t going to change my opinion about you for shit woman.
***Melissa sits down
next to David.***
MELISSA: Wilson told me what was in the letter.
***David does a double take for a second and looks at her strangely.***
MELISSA: I want to tell you want it said but I have a
feeling you already know the answer.
DUNN: Just tell me what’s in the letter.
MELISSA: I can’t.
DUNN: Well great then! You come over here. Break into my house…oh then piss me off. Then you tell me you know why Jeannette killed herself but you don’t want to tell me? How fucked up is that!
MELISSA: All I can tell you is that when your ready
you’ll find out. But right now your not
ready. Your far from ready. You’re a sitting time bomb.
DUNN: Look I don’t need you to tell me how I feel or the way I’m acting bitch. I’ve heard this line from about half a dozen people already alright. So get out of my face…get out of my life!
***David gets up and pushes Melissa away from him. He walks inside the house looking back to see Melissa shake her head as she picks her self up.***
DUNN: Stupid bitch…what does she know…
***David looks down at the floor with tears in his eyes as he closes the door to his house.***
DUNN: Riot…someone’s going to pay for this…
…enough said…
***The scene fades to
black.***
