
It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves
pound the sand. I just beat people up.
--Muhammad Ali
Tuesday, October 14,
2003
Weslaco, TX
9:38 pm
***The scene opens with a shot of the sky…dark…cold…unfeeling…a
great storm is quickly moving in. A
storm in which not a whole lot of people would be willing to go out in…quickly
the scene move downward to a street. We
see someone though…a man it seems.
Dressed all in black, the man slowly walks down this lonely street. The man walks down the street still…his head
looking down as if he was paying more attention to looking at the street than
where he was going. Continuing down the
street he suddenly stops in front of a coffee shop. He looks up at a big neon sign which read, “Jose Café”. As soon as the man lifts his head we look
upon his face, we all realize it’s none other than the Goddamn Fucking
Franchise, David Dunn. The door of the
café opens and David walks in. A waiter
behind the café’s counter looks up from a news paper and looks at him.***
WAITER: Go ahead and sit anywhere you want sir.
***David nods at the gentleman and looks for a place
to sit. He moves his head around for a
few seconds then notices a nice booth.
David walks over and slides into the booth. The waiter seeing this walks over and places a menu in front of
David.***
WAITER: When your ready to order just call me over
sir.
***The waiter was about to leave when David suddenly
grabs his wrist.***
DUNN: I’m
ready to order now.
WAITER: Okay sir.
***The waiter takes out
a pad and a pen.***
WAITER: What can I get for you?
DUNN: A
coffee and a slice of apple pie.
***Waiter writes down
what David ordered.***
WAITER: Anything else sir, the soup of the day is
excellent.
DUNN: No,
just the coffee and the pie. Nothing
else.
WAITER: Very good sir. I’ll bring it right away.
***The waiter scoots off to get David’s order. Meanwhile, David just sits there looking
across the table. He’s no looking for
something or at something. He’s just
staring into blank space. A few seconds
later the waiter comes back with David’s coffee and his slice of pie. The waiter sits them in front of him. He’s about to leave when the waiter stops
and turns back towards David, who is already about to take a slip of his
coffee.***
WAITER: Accuse me, but can I talk to you for a few
seconds sir?
***David puts down his coffee and looks up at the
waiter. He nods to the question. The waiter sits down on the other side of
the booth and starts looking at David.
It’s like he was trying to ask him something but couldn’t spit it
out.***
DUNN: Well…
***The waiter takes a
deep breath and exhales.***
WAITER: I know who you are.
DUNN: Good,
that makes two of us.
WAITER: No, I mean I know your David Dunn. The Goddamn Fucking Franchise. The Asshole…
DUNN: …the
All Around Asshole.
WAITER: Yeah, sorry about confusing it a bit.
DUNN: Is
this all you wanted to ask me, because first off that isn’t even a question.
WAITER: No man, I just want to come over here and
tell you no matter what you’ve done in your career that I was your biggest
fans, still am too. I was there tuned
in when you first came into the BJWC. I
saw when you first came into the BJWC and beat that no body. Then you won the TV and Hardcore titles away
from Gothic and Greg Dulli. I even saw
when you beat Shane Andrews for the North American title. You know what else man, I was there, I was
there live when you won your first BJWC World title from Roadkill. I went nuts Fred Durst came out and sang
live for your entrance. Oh, I’ll never
forget that RIOT when you beat Tyler Lee and Kurt Swagger by yourself to become
a tag team champion and complete your Grandslam tour of BJWC. God man, you’ve done it all.
DUNN:
Thanks, but I knew all this from the beginning. I walked into this café to have a cup of
coffee and a slice of pie. I was nice
enough to let you sit down with me and ask me a question, now, your still
here. You’ve told me everything about
my BJWC…yet…I still haven’t heard one question out of you. So maybe you want to get that out pretty soon
so I can drink the rest of my coffee before it gets cold.
WAITER: Oh, look I’m sorry if I go on. I mean like I said, I’m a fan.
DUNN: I
fully understand this.
WAITER: Okay….I just wanted to know, what are your
plans now man.
DUNN: My
plans. For my career goes…I just rejoined
the BJWC about two weeks ago.
WAITER: Why did you decide to join again?
DUNN:
Honestly…it was because I just got sick of looking in the mirror every
day and realizing that everything I’ve done, really meant nothing to any one
but myself…and…of course a few fans like yourself. I put the BJWC on the map after all there old stars got up and
left. I was there. I built that place back to where it should
be, on top. I didn’t get any respect for
it, I didn’t get any thanks for it, so one day I just said fuck it. I packed my bags, made my little speech, and
left. But I came back because of Jake
Blood.
WAITER: Why Jake Blood? I never saw you two ever feud.
DUNN:
That’s just the point. All he’s
ever done is talk about how he’s better than everyone. That he can beat any one. Yet, he’s not once ever, ever, stepped
between those ropes and go one on one with me.
Until he does that, then he can’t say shit about me or if he’s better
than everyone else. Because until he
beats me, he’s not better than everyone else.
WAITER: Damn.
***David takes a slip
of his coffee.***
WAITER: So…wants going on with the BJWC.
DUNN: I’m
in some match, to decide the BJWC World Champion, or something. Really doesn’t matter a whole lot to
me.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Look,
I’ve won more titles than I can count.
This BJWC match is like a walk in the park for me. I mean look who I facing…
***David pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket…he
looks confused for a second or two, he just shakes his head and places the
piece of paper back into his jacket.***
DUNN: …Wrec? Who the fuck is Wrec?! They’re setting me up against some
rookie? God, I can’t get any respect
from any one these days.
WAITER: Wrec…hmmm…hey I think I know him.
DUNN: Oh
really. Do tell.
WAITER: He was suppose to be some big shot in
another company.
DUNN: Oh,
okay, that really didn’t help much.
WAITER: What do you mean?
DUNN: Well
if he was a big shot in a place I never heard of then I’m sure as hell it
couldn’t have been that good. And if
the company wasn’t that good then ten to one he wrestles like shit. Day old, grass stained, good old American,
shit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from
looking past him, it’s just I don’t really care that much about him to be
worried that he’s going to beat me or anything.
WAITER: Your not worried about him at all?
DUNN: I am
a little…I will beat his ass like if he stole something but after the match he
might get a little pissed off about being beaten but the G.F.F. Then he may go do something stupid like
attacking me with something. Then what,
I’m hurt because a little prick wants to get even for me kicking his ass.
WAITER: So it’s like a big match?
DUNN: Don’t
even worry about it. It’s almost over.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Well
it seems this Wednesday it’s going to be me against that Wrec piece of shit and
Cyris Raven. Stupid bastard. Man, I’ll tell you this much. Both of them are in for a big surprise if
you ask me. I’m going to knock them
down, one, by damn one, until they both realize that I am the GFF. I am the best man in the sport today.
WAITER: You need to relax more man. I mean what’s the reason for all your
actions any ways?
DUNN: My main reason for my actions has to be…
***David picks up his
coffee and slips at it…he spits his out.***
DUNN:
Goddamn it! It’s cold as a
motherfucker.
WAITER: Oh shit, I’m so sorry, you want me to get
you another cup.
DUNN: Well
seeing how I’m sitting here talking to your ass and paying for this coffee,
then yeah.
***The waiter gets up from the booth and grabs the
cup. He runs over to counter and grabs
a pot of coffee. He pours it into the
glass. The waiter walks back over to
the table and places in front of David.***
DUNN:
Thanks.
***David takes a
slip…he spits it out again.***
DUNN: WHAT
THE FUCK! Do you make this fucking
coffee out of your underwear!
***David gets up from his seat and throws the hot
coffee in the waiters face. The waiter
screams out in pain and drops to the floor holding his face.***
DUNN: I was
nice to you. I talked to you about my
career and a little about my feelings.
So what do you do you repay my kindness…by bringing me this poor excuse
for a cup of coffee.
***David starts to walk out of the café when he
looks back at the waiter on the floor.
David shakes his head towards the waiter. He opens the front door just as the waiter is getting to his
feet. David looks back at him.***
DUNN: You
know what…I almost forgot…the main reason I do anything…is because I’m the
biggest asshole in this world or the next.
***David walks out of
the café and slams the door behind him.***
Tuesday, October 14,
2003
Weslaco, TX
10:20 pm
***The scene reopens a little ways down the street
from the café. David is back to walking
down the street once more. Once more
he’s looking down at the road. Once
more he doesn’t care what’s in front on him.***
DUNN:
People say they dislike me because of my actions. People say they don’t understand the things
I do. But it doesn’t matter what the
people think, it doesn’t matter what that punk in that café thinks, all that
matters is what I think. Do I like
myself, yeah. Do I really care if I
hurt someone or hurt someone’s feelings?
No. Everyone in life is put on
this earth for some reason. Some people
have the talent to make people smile.
Others the gift to heal. All
I’ve ever been good at is wrestling, and pissing people off. Oh, and I’m damn good at it. Don’t take my word on it though, just ask
Wrec and Cyris Raven. There both going
to find out why I am the Goddamn Fucking Franchise.
***David looks up at a street sign. He turns right and keeps walking until
suddenly he stops and turns his head slowly back to the other street.***
DUNN: Oh, by the way, that is, and forever will
be, enough said.
***David turns his head and continues walking down
the road. Smoke slowly rises from the
heating ducks from the street. Slowly
David Dunn is out of sight. The scene
fades to black.***
