
We
can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life
is when men are afraid of the light
--Plato
Sunday, October 5,
2003
12:00 am
***The scene opens on a
windy Weslaco night. We look around to
find that David Dunn’s home is around here.
Up and down the street we look until we stop right in front of David’s
home. We can see David sitting outside
on an old rocking chair drinking a beer.
Slowly the chair rocks back and forth all along David sits just looking
up into the sky.***
DUNN: Wrec Hannibal…
It seems to me that
you like to define things Wrec. Then
you went on some power trip talking about god knows what. Let me clarify a few things for your ass. Bottom line is that I’m the GFF for a reason
bitch. I’ve worked my ass over for this
business. I’ve been down that lonely
road millions of times. So do you think
I’m just going to sit here while a piece of shit rookie like you belittles
me? I don’t think so pal. You’ve just pissed off the one man you
shouldn’t. Do you know the pain I can
inflict on your ass? Do you? I don’t think you’ve soaked up the whole
reality of who the fuck I am. I’m David
Dunn. I’m a guy who’s beaten the best
in the world of professional wrestling.
I’m a man who brought in the SlaughterHouse to the BJWC. I’m the man who ended Dan Dehart’s
career. After the war he had with
me…the sum bitch just couldn’t go on.
Oh…I’m also the man that’ll have his size fourteen shoved up your ass at
Riot.
That’s me…but who are
you? Wrec…he’s done…he’s beaten….he’s
won….sorry…you just don’t ring a bell.
Honestly…I have no fucking clue who you are or what your trying to
accomplish by pissing me off. You
thinking coming up with a cool first name is an accomplishment? “WREC HANNIBAL!” Give me a break. The only
wreck is going to be like I said…my size fourteen up your pussy whipped ass.
You see insulting me
is one thing Wrec but insulting my good name…god you have to be crazy. Do you know what I have done for the sport
of wrestling? Do you know how many
people I’ve put in the hospital? I
do. I know all too well Wrec.
As far as you go…I
have no respect for you. I never
will. Now for you not fearing me was
it? How you fear no man it seems? Look I don’t expect you to fear me…why
should I. You’ve never came face to
face with me. All you’ve done is
watch…watch me play the game I was born to win. That’s cool…fear me not…respect me…you will. Your going to be down on your fucking knees
respecting me after I rip your fucking jaded hero head off your body. Do you under stand that Wrec? Or do I have to put it in a language that
you can understand…
Riot u b fucked. Sa right my nigga.
Dumb Ebonic mother
fucker.
***The scene fades to
black.***
Monday, September 29,
2003
3:03 pm
***The scene reopens as
someone comes up to the front of his house.
He opens the front gate and starts walking up to where David is
sitting. The man is wearing a black
suit with a black briefcase. The man
walks up to David and nods.***
MAN: Hallo Herr Dunn. Ich habe Sie gesucht.
DUNN: Huh?
MAN: Ich kann hier so bald wie ich bin gekommen.
Sie wissen zehn zu Ein nicht, wer ich Herr Dunn bin.
DUNN: English please…need the English here.
MAN: Ich bin Ihr Frau Jeannette Rechtsanwalt. Sie
hat mich gewollt, Ihnen zu erzählen, warum sie ihr Leben genommen hat. Sie hat
mich um zwei Stunden gerufen, bevor es geschehen ist. Ich habe versucht, sie
aus ihm zu reden. ..but, den es geschehen ist. Ich bin erbärmlich für Ihren
Verlust. Aber ich bin ein Mann meines Worts. Damit ich hier heute soll erzählen
Ihnen was sie Sie gewollt hat, zu wissen.
DUNN: I understood like one word there. You said Jeannette…if your looking for her
I’m sorry she pasted away. Oh course
for all I know you could be a friend of Brian Steele’s telling me how sorry you
feel that she’s gone…man…I got to learn another fucking language here.
MAN: Hier…
***The man opens his
briefcase and hands David a file. David
opens the file…it’s written in German.***
DUNN: Yeah this really helped. You know I wish Jeannette was here. She knew German.
MAN: Ich hoffe, daß alle Ihre Fragen Herrn Dunn
beantwortet. Noch einmal bin ich sehr erbärmlich, für was geschehen ist. Ich
wünsche nur, daß ich mehr machen könnte, Ihren Schmerz zu erleichtern. Vielen
Dank. Und guten Tag.
***The man nods. He then walks away from David. Out the gate and down the street until he’s
gone.***
DUNN: Okay…I’m confused and more confused. Hmm…wait a minute…
***David reaches into
his jacket pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He dials a number.***
Monday, September 29,
2003
4:37 pm
***The scene reopens as a small black Geo Metro pulls up to
the Dunn family home. The driver side
door opens and Wilson gets out. He goes
through the front gate and walks up to David.***
WILSON: Dad.
DUNN: Wilson.
WILSON: So what do you want?
***David tosses Wilson
the file he was delivered earlier in the day.***
WILSON: What’s this?
DUNN: You tell me. Some guy came by today.
He said something about Jeannette and handed me that.
***Wilson opens the
file…he glances at it then looks back at David.***
WILSON: It’s in German.
DUNN: No shit.
Why do you think I called you. I
know you read and speak a little German.
WILSON: Okay…lets me look see.
***Wilson reads the
file for a few minutes. He turn looks
back at David.***
WILSON: Well…
DUNN: Well what?
WILSON: It’s a letter from Jeannette. It seems to be written by someone ten to one
your German friend. It explains why
Jeannette killed herself.
DUNN: What?!
WILSON: Yeah…the reason she gave is something I kind
of figured it was.
DUNN: Okay what is it?
WILSON: I can’t tell you.
DUNN: What?!
Why the fuck not?!
WILSON: Because if I told you…you’d snap…you’d
probably kill someone.
DUNN: I don’t care. I have to know.
WILSON: Sorry.
I can’t tell you. Not until your
ready at least.
DUNN: Wilson just tell me.
WILSON: No.
***Wilson walks off to
his car with the file in hand. He gets
in as David runs after him.***
DUNN: Give me the file!
***Wilson shakes his
head as he starts his car and drives off.
David runs after the car but he can’t catch up and Wilson leaves out of
sight.***
Monday, September 29,
2003
5:17 pm
***The scene reopens with David sitting back on
his chair outside his house.***
DUNN: Why…why won’t he tell me…doesn’t he know the
pain I’m in…this
pain is real. At least pain is real. You look around and you see nothing is
real, but the pain is real.
I sit here and wonder
to myself, “Why the hell me…why can’t I just kill myself and get it over
with.” I’ve lost everything that meant
dear to me.
Everything…
Jeannette was the only
woman I ever loved. The more I think
about her the more my heartaches for the love that I’ve lost. I sit here and know that I’ll never find any
one as sweet or beautiful as Jeannette.
I’ll never find any one that will love me like the way she loved
me. I try to put her out of my mind but
I can’t. I torn down her pictures…her
art work…burned her love letters. Hell
this morning I even went down to a pawnshop and sold her ring that I gave her
for a pathetic fifteen dollars.
A lifetime worth of
happiness and joy…all for fifteen dollars.
I thought it would get my mind off of it but it didn’t. I don’t even know why I sold the
thing…well…then again maybe I do. I
guess when I woke up this morning I finally realized that she never loved
me. That has to be the only reason why
she did what she did. My friend’s keep
telling me they went through a lot of the same shit…they haven’t…no one
has. Everyone’s pain, everyone’s loss
is different. They may seem the same
but there not. I just don’t know why
did it…now…I might be able to…but Wilson won’t tell me.
No one can truly
understand what I’m going through…not even myself. If I actually looked at everything that has happened to me…and
everything that I’ve been put through…just to get back to a point where I feel more
like shit than I already did…I would have already been dead. I would have blown my head off like my
father did. Like his father did and his
father. You see in my family on the
male side we have what we like to call the Dunn Family curse.
Every male in the Dunn
family has killed himself. My father
took a 22 to the head. My grandfather
hung himself. My uncles shot
themselves…and so on it goes. The
strange thing is that they all killed themselves over the same damn
reason…love. It seems every time they
found someone that would love them…that they would love in turn…something
stupid or fucked up would happen…in turn they would do the smartest thing they
could think of at the time…suicide.
Lately it’s been
looking pretty good to me. Especial
today. Just think at how simple it
is. All your problems. All your pain. All the loss. All of it
gone in one brief moment. It seems so
simple. I’m just surprised that I
haven’t done it yet. I guess because
there’s a part of me that always said I wouldn’t be followed in the path of my
family. That I would be better than
them.
Yet, when it comes
right down to it I know I’m not better than them…I’m just the same. I just don’t have the guts they did to end
it all. I guess that’s kind of sad when
you think about it. That I’m the coward
of the family when everyone sees me as the strongest of them all. Maybe all of these thoughts are just because
of the holidays. We just pasted a major
lovers holiday and I had no one to spend it with but a few good friends, Jack
Daniels and Marlboro.
I had this big plan
for Labor Day…I was going to buy Jeannette roses, and candy, and maybe one of
those big bears or some kind of stuffed animal. Then I was going to take her to see the new SWAT movie, followed
by dinner. Then maybe a walk along the
beach…we would look into each other’s eyes and kiss under the moonlight. Maybe even we would make love right there on
the sand…only it didn’t happen like that did it. No…I spent my Labor Day alone.
With no one to say “I
love you.” I just sat in my home
drinking…looking outside as if maybe she would ring the doorbell and see how I
was doing…she didn’t though. She never
will either. No matter how much I want
to see it…it won’t happen. You know
some nights I hear a noise at my front door.
I leaped out of my bedroom. Go
to the front door. Have the biggest
smile on my face…only to come to the realization that no bodies there. No will ever will there again.
You guys don’t know
how lucky you are. You broke up with
your girl friend or your wife…it doesn’t compare to what I’m going
through. Of course I did say everyone’s
pain is different. No one can rate or
try to understand it. People just
somehow much deal with it. Even knowing
a lot of people don’t…and they never will.
Just for the simple fact that they gave up. Look back…I’m jealous of those people…late at night when I’m
alone to myself…I wish I could give up too.
Suicide
is wrong, but the interesting thing about it, is how uncomplicated it seems. You
know. There you are, you got all these problems swarming around your brain, and
here is one simple, one incredibly simple solution. I'm just surprised it
doesn't happen every day.
Passion seems to sum
up why I haven’t…passion for wrestling…love…family…it’s the only thing I really
have left. Then again passion seems to
be my biggest problem. It’s what caused
my heartache.
Sometimes it hurts
more then we can bear. If we could live
without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace…but we would be hollow…empty
rooms shuttered and dank. Without
passion we'd be truly dead. At least I
think so.
Will I even get over
Jeannette…I doubt it.
***David gets up and
slowly walks inside his house but as he leaves you can hear him say
something…***
DUNN: …enough said.
***The scene fades to
black.***
