
The golden opportunity
you are seeking is in yourself. It is not in your environment; it is not in
luck or chance, or the help of others; it is in yourself alone.
--Orison Swett Marden
Monday, October 13,
2003
10:25 pm
McAllen, Texas
***The scene opens with a shot at a moon lit
sky. Stars are spread all across the
heavens. Looks like a nice night to be
out and about. Slowly the scene moves
downward towards a city. Traffic
everywhere, people walking on the sidewalks, noise from the talking and the
honking. It’s almost unbearable. The scene moves downward towards a
nightclub. We see the sign on top of
the building reads “The Gateway”. A
line of people to get into the club is pretty long. It stretches from the door to almost fifty yards down the
sidewalk. Suddenly a white F-150 pulls
up next to the sidewalk where the door is at.
The driver side door opens. The
scene moves to a bottom shot of the truck where we can see a man with black
boots stepping out of the truck. The truck door closes. Next, a cigarette falls
to the ground and the man steps on it with his boot. The scene slowly moves up
to see the man is wearing a black trench coat with a black turtleneck. As it
keeps moving up, we can also notice that on the man's face is a pair of dark
black sunglasses. The man slowly takes off his glasses to reveal himself as
none other than, David Dunn. David places his sunglasses in his trench coat,
then he looks towards the Club’s front door.
David turns on his stuck alarm and walks up to a bouncer at the
door. The bouncer takes one look at
David and cracks a smile.***
DUNN: Thanks pal.
Seems we got a pretty good crowd tonight.
BOUNCER: Always Mr.
Dunn.
DUNN: How much is the
cover to get in?
BOUNCER: No need Mr.
Dunn. You never have to pay a cover charge when I'm around.
DUNN: Sweetness my
friend.
***David reaches into
his back pocket. He pulls out his wallet.***
DUNN: Here's a little something for your troubles.
***David pulls out a hundred and hands it to the
bouncer. The bouncer takes the money.
He puts it in his jacket pocket ***
BOUNCER: Thank you Mr. Dunn.
***The Bouncer opens the front door for David.
David then proceeds to walk into the Gateway. As soon as David walks into the places
a woman wearing a tight pink dress and a pair of pink high heels, rushes up to
him with a note pad and a pen.***
WOMAN: WOW! David
Dunn! Can I please have your autograph?!
***David takes the pen and pad out of the pretty
young woman's hands and signs his name for her.***
DUNN: I always have
time for my fans. How few of them they
are any ways.
WOMAN: You've got
millions of fans Mr. Dunn. At the college I go to here in McAllen alone you
have about two hundred people that are David Dunn fans.
DUNN: Oh come on your
giving me a swelled head.
WOMAN: It's the
truth. Hey while you're here could I buy you a drink?
DUNN: Sure. Never
passed up a free drink.
***David and the woman start to head towards the
bar through the hundreds of young people, which are dancing in the club.***
DUNN:
(Starts to yell because of the loud music playing)
I never asked your name!
WOMAN:
(Yells as well) It's
Becky!
DUNN: Sweetness!
***After a few minutes of walking towards the bar
they finally get there. David pulls the barstool out for Becky. She sits down.
David grabs a stool and sits down next to her. The bartender walks behind the
bar to David and Becky.***
BARTENDER: What can I
get you two?
BECKY: "A slow
comfortable screw up against a wall."
BARTENDER: And for you
sir?
DUNN: Hmm...give me a
Coolers light. Stirred not shaken. HAHAHA!
BECKY: HAHAHA! Good
one Mr. Dunn.
DUNN: Hey call me
David if you want.
BECKY: Sure David.
***The bartender goes
to fix the drinks.***
DUNN: So you're a
college girl huh? What are you majoring in?
BECKY: Ancient
Mating Rituals.
DUNN: Sounds like fun.
Do you get to practice what you preach? HAHAHA!
BECKY: Sometimes.
***Becky grabs David's
leg.***
BECKY: Want to help me study later tonight David? I
could use a little practice. I do have finals next week.
***David grabs Becky's hand and places it softly on
Becky's knee. He looks into her eyes. He just gives her a sort of shy smile.***
DUNN: Sorry cutie.
***David holds up his
hand. His hand shows his wedding ring.***
DUNN: I'm married…well…sort of.
BECKY: What do you
mean?
DUNN: It’s a long
story. Really don’t want to talk about
it. Just came here to have a good
time. But if I was up to it you could
count on me giving you a lesson you would never forget. After one night with me
you could start a whole new Mating Ritual that would last ten days long.
BECKY: Damn.
***The bartender brings the drinks to David and
Becky. Becky reaches into her handbag. David stops her.***
DUNN: It's on me
Becky.
***David pulls out his wallet. He gets out a fifty
and slides it to the bartender.***
DUNN: Keep the change
pal.
BARTENDER: Thanks man!
***The bartender
leaves. David starts to drink some of his beer.***
DUNN: Damn beer just
tastes better when you're in the company of a beautiful woman.
BECKY: Now you’re
giving me a swelled head.
DUNN: I can stop if...
BECKY: No it's ok. I
like it. Well any ways what brings you
to the Gateway any ways?
DUNN: An old friend told me to meet him here. If he doesn’t show up pretty soon I’m going
to have to call it a night.
***David and Becky continue to talk as the scene
moves away from the bar.***
Monday, October 13,
2003
11:06 pm
McAllen, Texas
***The scene reopens out side of “The
Gateway”. Both David and Becky are
outside talking to one another next to David’s F-150.***
BECKY: Thanks for a
great evening. I hope we can do it again some time.
DUNN: Next time I'm in
town I’ll stop by here. If you’re here
then maybe we can continue our little pow wow..
BECKY: Oh okay. I guess I’ll see you around then.
***Becky smiles at
David then walks down the sidewalk.***
DUNN: Nice girl. Not
to many of them around any more. Hmmm...I could go for another beer.
***David looks at his
watch.***
DUNN: The Gateway is still open for another hour.
Might as well go in and get me another one.
***David starts to walk back to the entrance of the
nightclub when he sees a man wearing a sparkly shirt with long blond hair.***
DUNN: Well it’s about
damn time. Almost gave up on you.
***The man turns to
reveal himself as P. Arenas.***
ARENAS: Sorry man my car
had a flat.
DUNN: It’s cool man.
ARENAS: God you really have changed.
DUNN: Yeah what about
it.
ARENAS: David I asked to meet you here for a reason.
DUNN: Okay? And the reason is?
***Arenas moves his hand back a bit, he then flies it
forward slapping the holy hell out of David.***
DUNN: What the hell was that for?!
ARENAS: That was what you would call a reality
check!
DUNN: For what?!
ARENAS: I’ve been sitting on my ass for six month watching
my old friend become one of the best wrestlers in the world…then about two
months ago I find the same man that would do anything to win turn into a cry
baby? A nut job? Hell you left the retirement to come back to
the BJWC why, because of the memory of your wife? What the hell happened to
you?!
DUNN: Is that why you slapped me?! Because I found the truth?!
ARENAS: Truth? Is that what your call being a nut?
DUNN: Dude your
crossing the line here. I came here
because you wanted to talk. Not to be
insulted.
ARENAS: I’m not
insulting you David. I’m stating some
facts. Since you became all nut job
your wrestling career has gone down the shitter.
DUNN: I did what I did
because of my family and myself. I woke
up one morning and saw what I became…I finally saw the truth.
ARENAS: So what? You just change just like that David? Bullshit!
The life your leading is a lie and you damn well know it. All your doing is putting on a good show for
everyone but me. Why? Because I just don’t believe it.
DUNN: Man your just so lucky right now. Man your damn lucky that there’s people
around here or I’d knock your…
ARENAS: You see. Right there it proves it. The true David Dunn I knew wouldn’t have
cared if a group of nuns where standing around. He would have stomped a mud hole in my ass then run me over with
his truck.
DUNN: That was then. This is now. I’ve been
over this before. Everyone’s time
comes. They see the truth, then they
die.
ARENAS: Bullshit
man. I did ask you to come here to meet
with me just because I felt you were off your rocker…to tell you the truth I
wanted to see the new you up close and personal…god your pathetic.
DUNN: Where do you get
off talking to me like that…
***David doubles up his fist and punches Arenas
with a shot to the stomach and then to the face. Arenas falls to the ground.***
DUNN: You listen to me Pete…next time you want to
shoot the shit then find…but leave your opinions about my actions to your
self! Got it?! Good!
***A crowd starts to form around David and
Arenas. David looks around at the crowd
and shakes his head.***
DUNN: Shit…
*** David walks away to his truck and climbs into
the driver seat. Soon after the truck
starts and it drives away. Meanwhile
Arenas gets up from the ground. Blood
drips from his lip. A smile forms on
Arenas face.***
ARENAS: That’s the Goddamn Fucking Franchise I use
to know.
Monday, October 13,
2003
1:37 am
Mission, Texas
***The scene reopens with a shot of the sky. Smoke arises to the sky as if something was
burning below. The scene slowly moves
down to see a camp firer burning and David sitting next to that fire. The scene moves close to David. We notice a bottle of Jim Bean beside him
and it sits in a bucket of ice. David
has a glass of J.B. in one of his hands.
It’s about halfway full just like the bottle of J.B. We look back at David who finishes the rest
of the J.B. in his glass. Suddenly he
stops and places the glass next to his side.
He looks directly into the blazing fire with almost no emotion. Out of nowhere he picks up his glass. David grabs the J.B. bottle and pours him a
little more into his glass. David
places the bottle back down.***
DUNN: Tonight wasn’t right. I didn’t want something like that to
happen. I mean Arenas has been there
since day one. Why would he turn on me
like that? I don’t know…or…or…maybe I
was the one to turn on him. Sounds
funny but some how it seems right. When
Arenas and myself were rollin’ together I was always the same person. We lose touch and all of a sudden I turn
into this totally different person. I
have changed…I did it for the right reasons right? Or maybe I did it for all the wrong reasons.
I remember when I
first entered into the BJWC. I was fearless. Big, small, tough, smart, it didn’t
matter. I would walk into that right
and figure a way to win. Either it be
with a hand full of tights, or a steel chair, or even a Reality Check…I always
found away to win. If something stood
in my way…I break it down. My methods
weren’t always honest…or forthright…but I got the job done. I was the perfect machine. Of course I was also the most hated man in
the BJWC. Yet, I didn’t care. As long as a gold belt was around my
waist…all was right with the world.
Then there’s me
now. The BJWC is in past….oh the past….maybe
Arenas was right…or maybe he was wrong.
***David looks at the half filled bottle of
J.B. He grabs it and throws it into the
fire.***
DUNN: Riot is so close I can feel it. I can’t be thinking about all this shit
right now…I have to be thinking about my goals right now. Not what mistakes I’ve made in the past or
will make in the future with my personal actions.
In two days time the
legacy of the GFF continues to yet again.
In two days time the GFF proves to the world once again that it doesn’t
matter who you are or where you are…you’ll always find David Dunn’s name at the
top of the list of wrestlers in the business.
While people like Cyris Raven believe just because you can cheat death
once, means your untouchable for the rest of your life. You see this little match isn’t about any
one but Raven and myself. Fuck Wrec,
fuck T.A., hell, fuck that punk that runs the BJWC. This Riot is all about Raven and myself. No one else matters. It’s the truth you see.
Raven will be there. I know.
He knows it. I’ll be there. I know.
He knows it. Doesn’t matter who
gets in our way, it’s all going to boil down to a fight that never took
place. Both revenge…is somewhat on both
of our minds…
Yet, revenge isn’t
something he is looking for. Not upon
me that is. He now fights to find the
reasons that he wished to die. Only the
truth is something he can’t deal with.
He can’t stand it…this is the saddest thing about Raven…he doesn’t even
have the balls to accept that he couldn’t hack being who he was…he thought
death was his only out…somehow he survived…now it seems…that death comes again.
Raven, I didn’t finish
the job last time. I promise you this
time…I will finish it. I’ll make sure
that this time…the blood is stained on my hands. You should have died…yet you lived. You should have stayed gone…yet you returned. I don’t care how or why for both of those
statements. All I do care about is
finishing something I thought I finished a long time ago.
At the Riot Shane…the World
title…and your ass is going to be mine.
Then, and only then will you learn the lessen. You’ll learn just like everyone else has…that the truth is a
virus…
…Enough Said…
***The scene fades to
black.***
