
It is easier to do a job right than to explain why
you didn't
--Martin Van Buren
***The scene opens with a shot of David Dunn sitting down on a bench in a room that looks like it’s made out of brick. The scene moves back to notice that the room isn’t a room at all, instead it seems to be a jail cell. The walls are painted a dark blue yet the bars are just cold steel. David shakes his head as he looks around the cell. He wonders how he could have gotten himself in such a mess. Slight pause………..ah…..he remembers now.***
DUNN: Damn 7-11.
***David gets up and walks around the cell still wearing the same clothes he was yesterday.***
DUNN: Doesn’t make much since if you ask me. Here I wait for Carey to get me the hell out
of here and yet I could have just called Jeannette to bail me out. Fuck it.
Carey wanted my services, he’s going to pay for them. That means getting me out of jail when some
stupid punk decided to piss me off.
***David sits back down and prompts his feet up on the other end of the bench.***
DUNN: You know Strick…you talk a good game. But your not fooling any one here. Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you get
your ass kicked against a rookie in your last match? A rookie any one in the SWF could beat. Hell I could beat that punk up.
Of course this isn’t about if I could beat him. The question is could you beat him? No.
So on to week two it seems. The
PPV right around the corner and you need to pick up a win badly. I mean going into a World title match with
two straight losses wouldn’t help your image out too much now would it?
***David shakes his
head.***
DUNN: Get ready for your image and your ego to
take a hard kick in the ass. I’m not
any ones “warm up” opponent. No matter
how much you would like it. Not happening. Not now, not ever. You see Strick I came back because of the money. Not to teach cocksuckers like you a lesson. I came for the money plain and simple. Your brother pissed off the boss, so I got
paid to take his ass out. I wasn’t paid
to go after you. So why stick your nose
in my business? It’s been two days and
I’m still confused over it. The only
answer I’ve came up with to stop my confusion is that you must have a death
wish. In fact that may be totally
true. Your suppose to be psychotic
right? Some coked up, loose cannon,
that won’t be control by any one!
Yeah! I bet that jacks you up to
wake up every morning, thinking that exact phrase. Only one problem with that concept Strick, you are
controlled. Just like I’m
controlled.
***David pulls a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lights the bitch up.***
DUNN: Chris Carey owns your ass plain and
simple. Just like he owns mine. The only difference is that I’m being paid
to be controlled. It’s better to be on
the right side of the devil than in his path.
Yet you seem to choose the ladder.
***David kicks his feet
off the bench.***
DUNN: You wanted to get in his face. You wanted to piss the boss off. Well guess what, now you have to deal with
me. So put your plains on hold for the
Carey murder okay. You’re going to deal
with the enforcer long before you even get near Carey. I don’t care if you threw him out of a
window or jacked off his dog. That was
then, this is now. And now you have to
deal with me.
***David inhales his cigarette a bit and lays his head back for a second. He laughs slightly as if something amuses him.***
DUNN: Strick you kind of remind me of this
wrestler Majix. He was in the WEW when
I was there. You guys had a lot in
common. Both of you acted crazy. Both of you thought you were above everyone
else. So of course since he was like
you he must have been the World champion.
The best wrestler in the company…hell he must be in some hall of fame
somewhere…wrong. Majix was a pathetic
piece of shit that didn’t amount for a damn thing. He had a good run at it…but in the end…he was fish food.
***David laughs again
as if he just through of something funny.***
DUNN: Now that I think about, there has been at
least two other people that remind me of your ass. David Diamond has to be the second on that list. He was the president of the WEW. Now this man was the law. He controlled everyone just like Carey does
now in the SWF. Only…his ego caused him
to think he was unstoppable like you.
You want to know what happened to good old Diamond? He’s not sitting at home eating grapes off
of stripers chests…you see just like you…he pissed me off. I closed his company down. With that the WEW was dead and gone for
good. He never recovered from it, and
no one ever heard from him again. Makes
you see a trend here doesn’t it. Fish
Food…Ruined. Almost makes you want to
forget about the third person right? I
wouldn’t go into it because I’ve talked too much about past wrestlers slash
presidents…but seeing how I got lots of time in here and you brought up relic
wrestlers I thought you would like to know where your heading in the future.
***David finishes up
his cigarette and throws it too the ground.***
DUNN: Everyone knows I’m a BJWC legend. I beat all the greats in that company. In fact everyone I faced was nothing like
you. They had talent to begin
with. That’s a different story though. You see the third wrestler was a guy named
Eric Bellows. He came into the BJWC
with one goal…to destroy me. For what I
have no idea what so ever. He attacked
me. I attacked him. But when it came time for us to face each
other one on one…he couldn’t be found.
He talked a good game like you…but when it came time to back it up…he
ran home to mommy.
***David gets up and walks to the cell door. He throws his arms over the bars and looks around the jail cell area.***
DUNN: Strick get your scorecard ready…we have…fish
food….ruined….and finally…coward.
Sounds like a Carrington family reunion if you ask me. Sadly these are just a few traits we all
have seen in you. Or will let to
see. Fear not Strick…the GFF is going
to make all these things go away.
That’s right Strick, all these bad traits we’ve seen or will see, is
going to be wiped out. How? Why?
Call it a moment of warmth from my part. You see the Inner Sanctum is more than happy to help you
out. All you need to do is show up to
Adrenaline. That’ll wipe all three my
man. They’ll be no fish, you won’t be a
coward, and you won’t be ruined. You’ll
still be number one contender remember…what you will be sadly is
embarrassed. Embarrassed after I throw
your ass around the ring and make your little punk brother watch. I took his out last week and you had to
watch. Now I take your ass out this
week and make him watch. It should be a
family thing don’t you think. Don’t
blame me, blame Go…your self.
***Right about then an officer walks up to David’s cell with someone next to him. The officer opens up the door and throws the gentleman in. The officer closes the cell door and walks off. David looks over to the guy strangely as the gentleman stumbles around the cell. Suddenly the man looks at David and points his finger at him.***
MAN: I know ya don’t…..I….
DUNN: Don’t know.
Watch any TV?
MAN: …Oh….Oh…yea…your that guy right….
DUNN: Huh?
MAN: …your that guy that crashed into the 7-11….
DUNN: Goddamn it…look. I didn’t crash into it okay.
I ripped the doors off the place.
MAN: No…no….you…crashed man.
DUNN: Goddamn man. How drunk are you?
MAN: Drunk?!
I’m not drunk. All I have was
two beers.
DUNN: Two beers?
After what, a bottle of Jim Bean?
MAN: You can’t take that way to me…….
***BAM! David lays the drunk fucker out. David shakes his hand as if he hurt it.***
DUNN: Hard headed son of a bitch.
***An officer walks back to David’s cell. He opens the door and points to David.***
OFFICER: You’ve been bailed out.
DUNN: About fucking time.
OFFICER: It takes time when you crash into a
building.
DUNN: I didn’t crash. I ripped the doors off.
That’s it. My truck didn’t even
have a fucking scratch on it.
OFFICER: Whatever, get out of here.
DUNN: Goddamn it!
***David walks out of the cell and away from the officer as he closes the door behind him.***
***FLASH***
***The scene reopens as
David walks into his house. Jeannette
runs up to him and gives him a hug.***
JEANNETTE: Where have you been? I went to take a nap and when I woke up you were gone. You’ve been gone almost twenty four hours.
DUNN: Jail.
JEANNETTE: Again?!
DUNN: Yeah.
JEANNETTE: You crashed into another 7-11 didn’t you?
DUNN: I didn’t crash into any 7-11! I just ripped the front doors off. Christ.
Why is everyone telling me that I crashed into that stupid store!
JEANNETTE: Well the last one you did.
DUNN: It was a Circle K not a 7-11. Big difference.
***Jeannette walks off
to her room.***
JEANNETTE: Whatever.
***David walks into the
living room and sits down on his couch.***
DUNN: Crash…I didn’t crash…fuck me.
***David gets up and walks into the kitchen. He opens the ice box and pulls out a beer. David opens it up and takes a quick drink. David then goes back into the living room and sits back down.***
DUNN: Now I’m depressed…
***The phone rings.***
DUNN: GODDAMN IT!
Every time I get out of jail for doing something destructive then get
out, get a cold beer and try to relax, the phone rings!
***David reaches off to the side table next to the couch and grabs the phone.***
DUNN: Yeah.
CHAD: What’s up man?
DUNN: I’m not in the mood right now.
CHAD: Yeah I bet.
I heard you crashed into a 7-11.
DUNN: I DIDN’T CRA………..enough said……..
***David hangs up the phone and lays his head back on the couch. The scene fades to black.***
