It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I just beat people up.
--Muhammad Ali

 


 

***The scene opens in Weslaco Texas where the David Dunn is driving around town in his white Ford Lightening. David has the windows down in his truck while he is smoking a Marlboro red. He looks at his gas gage and sees that he is low on gas. David pulls into a 7-11. The white Ford Lightening stops by a gas pump. David climbs out of his truck. He presses the gas select button and pulls out the gas pump.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***Ten minutes pass.  David now pissed the hell off walks away from his truck towards the 7-11 front doors. The doors fly open as David walks into the store. David stops once in and looks around to find no one around.***

 

DUNN: HELLO!

 

***A fat kid in his early twenties walks out of the back office.***

 

CLERK: Can I help you sir?

 

DUNN: Yeah I've been outside wait for over ten minutes for you to turn on the fucking pump. What's going on? Were you in the back whacking off or what?

 

CLERK: I was taking a break in the back.

 

DUNN: Take your breaks on your own time. Not on mine pal.

 

CLERK: Sorry sir. I would have turned on your pump but it seems you didn't press the green button that says, "Pay Inside".

 

DUNN: I would have but I didn't know I had to. DUH! Why didn't you post a sign somewhere that says, "Press the Green Button that says PAY INSIDE to get your pump started". Then maybe I wouldn’t stand out there for ten fucking minutes waiting around for you to tell me to press some stupid button.

 

CLERK: Look I really am sorry. Is there anything I could do to try to make everything all right?

 

DUNN: Yeah. How about quitting? That would make me feel a whole lot better.

 

CLERK: Hey buddy. Why don't you get the fuck out of my store. I tried to nice to you. I tried to offer something to you in payment for your time. But all your doing is being rude.

 

DUNN: You want me to leave? Fine I'll leave. But I'll be back. You can count on that buddy boy.

 

***David walks out of the store in raged by the snot nosed punk at the 7-11 store. David pulls the gas pump out of his truck and gets in. He drives over to the front doors to the 7-11.***

 

DUNN: Make me wait ten minutes will ya.

 

***David gets out of his truck. He walks to the back and pulls out a long metal chain. He ties the chain to the front doors of the store.***

 

DUNN: Let's see how he likes this.

 

***David gets into his truck. He starts the engine. Then like a lightening bolt the truck takes off, ripping the front doors off the store. Once the doors are off David gets out of his truck and walks inside.***

 

DUNN: Now about the gas pump.

 

CLERK: (With a shocked look on his face) Your pump is on sir. The gas is on the house.

 

DUNN: Thank you.

 

***The kid passes out on the floor while David walks out to his truck drives to one of the gas pumps. David pumps his gas then he proceeds to leave to his house.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens with David pulling into his driveway. Jeannette comes running out of the house with a list in her hand. David rolls down the window to see what she wants.***

 

JEANNETTE: I need you to go to the 7-11 down the street. Were out of a few things.

 

DUNN: I really don't think that's such a hot idea. If you need some groceries I guess I can go to the HEB downtown.

 

JEANNETTE: Why?

 

DUNN: Why what?

 

JEANNETTE: Why isn't it such a hot idea to go to the 7-11.

 

DUNN: Well I think they're closed for remodeling.

 

JEANNETTE: Oh.

 

DUNN: Give me the list I'll go to HEB. I can get in and out a lot faster I think.

 

***Jeannette hands David the list.***

 

JEANNETTE: Get everything on that list David. I don't want you to go buy one or two things on the list and fifteen cases of beer. Got it?

 

DUNN: I swear you forget a few things on a shopping list and bring home fifteen cases of beer one time...

 

JEANNETTE: One time?

 

DUNN: Okay five times. Look I promise I'll get everything on the list. Without buying any beer.

 

JEANNETTE: Thank you.

 

DUNN:  Oh…and if anyone should come by looking for me, could you just tell them that I’ve been here all night and just left a few minutes ago.  Okay?

 

JEANNETTE:  Why?

 

DUNN:  No reason.

 

***Jeannette walks inside the house. David stuffs the list into his pocket. He starts up his truck again and leaves.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens as David is standing in line at a HEB with a cart full of groceries. He looks over to entrance and sees two police officers walk into the supermarket.***

 

DUNN: Oh shit…

 

***The two officers walk by the checkout line look towards David’s direction then pass on by.***

 

DUNN: Crap, crap, crap…

 

***Suddenly one of the officers walks back to the checkout line where David is waiting.  He walks up to the checkout lady and starts to talk to her about something.  David looks to be getting very impatient.***

 

DUNN: What the fuck man…

 

***The officer shakes his head towards the checkout lady then leaves.  The checkout lady finishes checking out the customer in front of David.***

 

CHECKOUT LADY: Your next sir.

 

***David takes his groceries out of his cart and gives them one by one to the checkout lady.***

 

CHECKOUT LADY: Can’t believe that 7-11 stunt…

 

DUNN: Hey look you got it all wrong…

 

CHECKOUT LADY: The nerve of some guy destroying the entrance to a store for no good reason.  I hope they catch the guy.

 

DUNN: …oh….well…yeah.  So do I.

 

***The lady finishes checking David's groceries out.***

 

CHECKOUT LADY: $53.97 sir.

 

***David takes out his wallet and pays for the groceries.***

 

DUNN:  Thank you.

 

***The woman hands David his change. She then places his groceries into his cart. David walks out of the store to his truck.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens at the Dunn home where David is seen in the backyard.  He looks to be sitting down on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of what seems to be Jack Daniels.  David takes another sip and then puts the glass down next to a small wooden table.***

 

DUNN:  So it seems I’ve returned.  Returned not for revenge or some great search for SWF gold.  For the American Dream…the dream of money.  Lots of fucking money.  Joining Carey and the Inner Sanctum has to be the best move I’ve made in my wrestling career yet.  You see when your in the Inner Sanctum…it’s not about everyone against us…it’s about us against everyone else.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not stupid enough to go beat a bunch of people up just for fun…strike that.  In all honesty I’m just the enforcer around here.  Someone crosses the boss…he pays me…I go do what needs to be done.  Like I did with Chris Carrington.  Carey told me he wanted him to learn a lesson.  I think Chris learned real well.  Laying on the ground outside the ring barely able to breath after I dropped him throat first on the guardrail.  Everything was just great, I was enjoying myself for the first time, in a long time.  That’s when my good time, turned into a Strick-fuck day.  That’s right boys and girls, Strick-fuck Carrington decided to make an unpredictable save at the last moment to stop any further damage to his little brother.  Oh brother. 

 

***David smiles slightly as he grabs his glass and takes a sip of his drink.***

 

DUNN:  Please look pass the double pun.

 

*** David places the glass back down.***

 

DUNN:  Now correct me if I’m wrong here.  But last time I saw Strick and Chris, they were beating the life out of one another in like some sick version of the Family Feud.  Hell even Louie Anderson was asking if he could be the host of there sick show.  These two men wanted nothing more than to see one another dead.  A few weeks pass.  I return and it’s like the fucking Brady Bunch.  Strick and Chris are sucking each another’s dick!  I don’t think there parents were talking about that kind of “brotherly love” when they were growing up if you ask me.  To be perfectly honest with all parties, what’s the deal?  I’m confused as hell here…fuck it.  No matter.  No matter.  Strick and Chris want to forget there differences and finger fuck one another then that’s all fine and dandy.  I don’t care one bit.  What I do care about is Strick sticking his nose in business he shouldn’t have.  Who gives a fuck if you care for your brother Strick.  If you love his sorry ass so much then you should have let he stand up on his own two feet and fight back like a man would.  Goddamn…how far does Chris have that stick up your ass Strick?  Are you so afraid of me hurting him that you would throw yourself in the kind trouble your in now?  If it was two or three people beating up on your little fuck puppet then sure I would see nothing wrong with you running down and trying to save the day.  Yet, it was just one man…of course that one man was me…hmmm…further in-depth thought has forced me to inform all of you to forget the whole rant…well just the part I asked why would Strick help his brother against me.  Thank you. 

 

***David takes a quick puff of his cigarette when throws it into the lawn.***

 

DUNN:  Oh Strick, you think you’re this unstoppable force in the SWF.  When your not.  God man, I was ordered to attack your brother, not you.  Sure the order would have came up sooner or latter to go after you but it wasn’t that night.  So your going to get what you deserve this week I guess.  You pissed off the devil and now your going to burn.  Carey has moved up your death sentence for this weeks TV show.  I honestly didn’t want it so soon.  I wanted to see you lose a few more match like you did a few days ago.  It’s fun watching rookie punks kick the shit out of you.  The number one contender lose to a punk, god that’s funny as hell.  It even makes me forget that you got involved in Inner Sanctum business. It must make you laugh too.  No wait.  You’re the punch line of that joke.  So I guess you wouldn’t be laughing at it.  Hey, if you can’t laugh at yourself then who can you laugh at right. 

 

***David grabs his glass and finishes up the rest of his drink.***

 

DUNN:  “The Fix” should be fun this week don’t you think Strick?  The GFF taking on both Carrington’s in a week.  Who else in the SWF can say that besides everyone in the SWF?  I know, I know, your ten to one pissing in your pants right now trying to come up with so snappy comeback words to put fear in my heart.  If so you still haven’t gotten it.  I’m the enforcer to the boss.  He wouldn’t choose just any one for the job.  He choose the best there was in the wrestling business.  He then gave me, I say me because I am the best, the power to do pretty much anything I want to anyone and not get fired or in trouble for it.  So what does that mean for you?  Let’s just say another person is going to the hospital think week.  Don’t Blame Me, blame Go…yourself.  Enough said.

 

***David is about to get up from his chair when he hears police sirens close by his house.  David lowers his head in disbelieve.  The scene fades to black.***