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.***