Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.
--Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881)

 


 

***The scene opens in Weslaco Texas at a local bar called “Rivera Place”.  Inside the bar we see David Dunn sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand.  He’s watching TV for a bit then shakes his head.***

 

DUNN:  The crap they come out with these days. 

 

***David takes a drink of his beer then sits the bottle down on the bar.***

 

DUNN:  Just think, it was about twenty-four ago I beat the number one contender, and then almost destroyed his little brother.  I would have too if it wasn’t for Strick.  But never the less, the war isn’t over.  It’s just begun.  In fact, I can safely say, Chris isn’t going to make it through the SlaughterHouse match.  Then when I’m finished with his ass…I’m going right back after Strick.  Why?  Because he stopped me from hurting his little brother once again, and then he laid his hands on Chris Carey.  Strick…I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for what I have to do to you now.  You shouldn’t have overstepped your bounds.  Now you have to pay for your mistake.

 

***David lowers his head down.  He’s just looking at his beer.***

 

DUNN:  Stupid Carrington brothers.

 

***David hears the door of the bar open and close.  Someone walks close to the bar.***

 

Quark:  Dunn..... Hey Dunn, over here.

 

***David looks up away from his drink to see Quark come into the bar.***

 

DUNN:  Huh?  What the hell are you doing here?

 

***Quark moves over to the bar and sits next to Dunn***

 

Quark: Getting myself a drink, of course.... it's been a long time David

 

DUNN:  What do you mean?  You just left a bar.  I was watching it on the old TV.

 

***David points to the TV hanging above the bar.***

 

Quark: Just forget about the bar...  You know, we don't talk in years and the first thing you go on about is that I'm at the bar.  No "Hey Ron, it's been forever, how's life?"  No "Hey, what's up man?"  Just... "You just left a bar" That means a lot to me man.

 

DUNN:  Glad you think of that way.  Any ways...

 

***David takes a slip from his drink.***

 

DUNN:  How did you fine me?

 

Quark:  Still the asshole.... I went to your house.  Some maid answered the door.  It took me twenty minutes to figure out what she was saying.  You really should hire people that speak some English.

 

***Quark signals for a beer to the bartender***

 

DUNN: What did you say?

 

***David gets up from the bar stool.***

 

DUNN:  I don't have a maid...the only woman in the house is my wife!

 

Quark: Uhh... is she a little Mexican gal?

 

DUNN:  Yeah.

 

Quark: Oh... umm sorry.

 

***Quark gets the beer from the bartender and takes a drink***

 

DUNN:  Ah forget it...

 

***David sits back down and starts back on his drink.***

 

DUNN:  So what brings you to my little corner of the earth?

 

Quark:  I'm coming back you know.... I thought you might need my help.

 

***David shakes his head.***

 

DUNN:  Help huh?  In case you haven't been watching the SWF lately, I'm the enforcer of the Inner Sanctum.

 

Quark: Just my point, you're in a position to get a serious ass whoppin'

 

***Quark takes another drink***

 

DUNN:  An asshole whooping...

 

***David finishes his beer and points to the bartender for another.***

 

DUNN:  I've take quite a few asshole whoopings in my day man.  You know that for a fact.

 

***A smile breaks out on Quark's face.***

 

Quark: Hell, I think I've given you a couple in fact

 

DUNN:  Very funny.  It true, but the same thing can be said about you.  I've beaten your ass so many times in the past people must think you’re my redheaded stepchild.

 

***The bartender opens another beer for David and slides it down the bar where David catches it.***

 

DUNN:  In all honesty, I don't need any help.  I don't need a friend.  Shit, all I do need is a tag partner.  But where the hell am I going to find one of those?

 

Quark:  What do you need a tag partner for?

 

DUNN:  There's going to be a tag tournament in a few weeks.  I want those damn tag belts man.  Plus it would even up the odds a bit with the Carrington brothers.  Ha, ha, ha, even knowing I beat Strick last night and going to do the same thing to good old Chris Sunday!  God what a bunch of jack offs.

 

***David takes another drink from his beer.***

 

DUNN:  Stupid Carrington Brothers.

 

***Quark slams down the rest of his beer and slams the mug on the bar***

 

Quark:  Well if you put up with me telling you how much you need my help all the time...

 

DUNN:  Hold on right there buddy boy.  I never once said I needed your help for anything.  I need someone young and smart to help me out.  Not someone old like you.  See Quark there’s something you’ve never gotten.  Something I never gotten up a few weeks ago.  This is a young man’s sport.  People like you and me are a dime a dozen.  We were once the best in the business.  But with time, comes weakness.  So here we are in our 30’s trying to fight it out with a bunch of young bucks.  Once before we were heroes…now were just disposable.

 

***David finishes off yet another beer.***

 

Quark:  You may be right Dunn, maybe we are nothing more then disposable heroes.... but no matter how gray my hair gets, no matter how wrinkled my skin gets... none of that shit can compare to the fire that still burns strong in my heart.  I tried to put it out, but it was too strong.  If you don't have that fire then forget it, I guess I shouldn't have come here tonight....  I thought you had that fire, that drive to show everyone that you're something more...  That's the advantage of being the old men we are.  We can appreciate the things that the youths of the industry can't.  We've been there, we know what it's like to be at the top of the mountain... I want to climb that mountain again Dunn.

 

DUNN:  I don't have the fire?  If I didn't have the fire then I would have been gone a long time ago.  I could have been like Nate Crow or Majix would one day just threw in the towel and called it quits because they just couldn't find the drive to go on with the business. 

 

***The bartender slides David another beer.***

 

DUNN:  I haven't lost the drive or the fire.  I've just came to terms with reality.

 

***Quark takes another big gulp of beer***

 

Quark:  Well in my reality, I've still got enough in me to win a title or two.

 

DUNN:  Maybe...just maybe you do.

 

***David opens his beer.***

 

DUNN:  Then again, maybe you don't.  All you can do is try I guess.

 

Quark: Whatever... maybe this was a mistake... maybe I will find my own partner.

 

DUNN:  Look man.  Were just a couple of guys who have what it takes to be the best.  Then again maybe we don't.  We can only try and find out.  Yet, it through out this whole business...your the one person I could never stand.  But, you’re also the one person I've always respected.  So maybe, just maybe you and I can become partners.  Maybe just maybe we can turn a few heads.  So if we do this you have to understand two things.  One being just because I'll be your partner, doesn't mean I'm leaving the Inner Sanctum.  Chris Carey has paid me too much money to give it all up now.  Second thing to understand is...I can be your best friend in the world, or I can be your worst fucking enemy.  Now can you deal with those terms?  More importantly do you understand those terms?

 

Quark: I'll deal with those terms... I don't care about the Inner Sanctum... and don't bother with the threats Dunn.  You know I haven't always liked you either, but that's kinda the nature of the business.  I have a videotape for you.  It's from an old interview show... we decided to work together.  I watched the tape, and I wanted to do it again Dunn.  Let's give it one more shot, let's see if these two old men, these disposable heroes can still kick some ass.

 

***David takes the tape and puts it in his jacket.***

 

DUNN:  I’ll watch it when I get home.  I remember it, but it would be a nice little memory booster.  Look…

 

***David finishes yet another beer.***

 

DUNN:  …I got to jet.  I have to go home and explain to my wife why you came to my house looking for me.

 

***David gets up off the bar stool and looks at Quark.***

 

DUNN:  Give me a call sometime this week.  We’ll talk.  See what we can do.

 

Quark: Alright man.... will do... I'll be seeing you....

 

***Quark finishes his second beer and orders another***

 

DUNN:  Laters.

 

***David throws a few bills on the bar and walks out leaving Quark at the bar.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***The scene reopens at the Dunn family home where David is sitting on a couch in the living room right next to his wife Jeannette.***

 

DUNN:  …okay.  He didn’t mean nothing about it he was just confused that’s all.

 

JEANNETTE:  You know I thought he was acting a little strange.  I thought he was one of those damn Christian people walking door-to-door sell bibles.  So I did what I normally do, talk to him so he couldn’t understand me.

 

DUNN:  As you should…damn bible sells men…oh well forget it.

 

JEANNETTE:  So, what did you two talk about?

 

DUNN:  The old times, as well as some possible new ones.

 

JEANNETTE:  Your not thinking of teaming up with him again are you?

 

DUNN:  Well…

 

JEANNETTE:  Remember what happened last time you two teamed up?  He stabbed you in the back then you stabbed him in the back.  Then you decided to bring TooSexy into the mix.  My god it was one big cluster fuck. 

 

DUNN:  Okay, okay.  Look right now I have to think what’s best for me.  Tag titles are a good starting point.  I need someone I respect to back me up.  Quark happens to be one of those people I respect. 

 

JEANNETTE:  All I’m saying is…

 

***David places his finger over Jeannette’s lips.***

 

DUNN:  Enough said.

 

***David smiles and kisses her.  The scene fades to black.***