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.***