Every job is a self-portrait of the
person who does it Autograph your work with excellence.
--Unknown
Monday, September 29, 2003
12:30 am
***The scene opens with crackling thunder in a dark
moon lit sky. Slowly the scene moves
downward towards a grassy plane. A man
sits in the middle of the area.
Lightening crashes to the earth…yet…the man doesn’t move. It is as if he has something else on his
mind besides the lightening and or the thunder. The man is just sitting there.
Slowly a light sprinkle of rain starts to come down from the sky. The man is slowly but surely getting
wet…yet…he doesn’t move. It’s like if
he were a ticking time bomb just waiting for the right moment to explode. Suddenly the man’s hand moves to wipe some
of the water off his face. The face
reminds us of someone…then it hits us…it’s none other than David Dunn. Yet, why is David in this field, alone,
while it’s raining? Only time will tell
us.***
DUNN: Rain…there’s something so pure about
it. It falls from the heavens to the
earth to provide us water to drink, feed our plants, or just to cool off a
bit. Rain is such a simple thing yet
most people take it for granted. No
matter. There are the few people out in
the world that have learned the simple purity of rain. That’s all that matters I guess.
I could sit here and
talk about the beauties of rain all day…but no one cares about that. For the past twenty-four hours my phone has
been ringing off the hook about my up coming match. I answered each call and tried to tell them all what was going to
happen…finally I just got sick of the calls...and ripped the phone out of the
wall. So I came out here to be alone
with my thoughts. Only…the more I
thought…the angrier I get. I haven’t
always been a nice guy or treated people the right way but I always knew what
it meant to be a professional wrestler.
It takes hard work, skills, and strong mental abilities. Not a funny catch phrase or a bunch of
fucked up friends to be comedy relief.
Those may get you a few laughs and just maybe you might even win a few
matches on your basic skills. A
wrestler you may make, but a professional wrestler you’ll never be. So I guess that’s what pisses me off the
most about this Walker guy. He must
think he’s so unstoppable…tisk tisk tisk.
You will be defeated. You will
be beaten by any one that steps into the ring with you. These are the realities you have to deal
with Walker. The first time I spoke
about you in my head it seemed all a big joke to me. It still does. I haven’t
thought of you in any different matter than I first did. I still think your nothing more than
trash. That’s my feeling. That’s my opinion. You see Walker…
…you sit at home at
night a wonder why people make fun of you…you wonder why people tend to over
look you…well…just look in the mirror.
You have to be the biggest joke since Jake Blood became a wrestler. If you don’t know who that is, it’s okay,
not many people do. Honestly, look at
you. Have you won a world title or any
title yet? Have you? I doubt it.
I look at you and I see someone who could be truly great, yet, instead
your nothing more than a second rate joke.
That my friend is sad. I’ve won
world titles before. I worked my ass
off for it too. I lived and breathed
world titles. It was everything I was
about. Holding the world title met I
was the best. No matter how I won
it. Could have been given to me or I
could have cheated to win the damn thing.
It proved I was the best. People
could say whatever they wanted about my talent or my actions…I was still the
world champion. Something they didn’t
have. Something they all hated about
me. But as I said…it was what I was all
about. The world title is meant for
someone who has worked all their career to prove they were the best. A person that went through blood sweat and
tears just to be called a “good wrestler”.
A person that never gave up no matter how many times they have
failed. Walker, I look at you and just
don’t see anything that even looks like someone who can make that journey. You seem to be in this business for the
money and the laughs. If that’s all
that your about, well, I feel damn sorry for you. But fear not Walker, at Riot, it’s going to be an eye opener for
you. Maybe after I beat you up and down
the arena you’ll get that little light bulb in your head to go off, maybe then,
just then, you’ll understand that you need to change your ways. Or, don’t.
Stay the same person you are now.
The funny, goffy, stupid, second rate wrestler that will never amount to
a damn thing.
Riot is going to be
fun for me. I haven’t started school
for a wrestler like yourself in a long time.
It should be real fun to see what you have in store for me. Because, someone like you, always falls flat
on your face.
You got a few more days
Walker, then your ass is mine. I will
show you someone who is, in everyone word, a professional…in every word a GFF.
***David gets off of the ground and shakes off the
rain a bit to no avail.***
Monday, September 29,
2003
1:33 am
***The scene reopens on a long strip of highway in south Texas. The road seems empty and deserted. Out of the distance we can see headlights. Slowly the highlights get closer until we can see it’s an white F-150. The scene moves inside the truck to see a lit cigarette being smoked. The scene pans out to see David Dunn sitting behind the wheel of this monster of a truck. David flicks his cigarette ash in the ash tray and put the cigarette back in his mouth.***
DUNN: Who am I?
You know who I am. You all
do. I’m your world champion. No, not soon to be world champion. But your world champion. What do I mean by that? It’s simple. I left this company as the world champion. I came back after a long delay of rest and
relaxing to defend my title. Only…it
didn’t seem that no one took in account that for one, I’m STIL THE WORLD
CHAMPION! And two…THAT THIS IS PISSING
ME OFF! So what now…I have to be in
some stupid match to decide who is the world champion is when it’s clear that I
stand before you. Fine, it’s okay. The way I look at it is simple, instead of
being a three time world champion, I’ll be the four time world champion. Personally that’s just fine with me. It pisses me the hell off…but it’s okay you
see. I don’t mind doing it to prove a
point.
No matter how much
Jake Blood tries…he’ll never be better than me. I was a better world champion…a better President…and just a
better human being in general. He’s
going to stack the odds again me. He
always does. But in the end, once
again, I’ll over come the odds to not only prove him wrong but to put a smile
on my face. It’s all about the
GFF. It’s all about the man that is the
BJWC. It’s all about the man who has
proven time in and time out that none of you are in my league.
***David inhales the last of his cigarette and throws it in the ash tray.***
DUNN: I think of all that I’ve done here in the
BJWC…I was the first man ever to win every single title in BJWC under a
year. I was the first man to ever beat
Kurt Swagger…yeah I beat his ass along with Tyler Lee remember. I beat them both single handle to win the
tag team titles. I was the man who
brought back Billy Jay…the man who kept the BJWC running when no one said I could
do it. Yeah that’s all me. There’s only two things I’ve never
done. That’s win WrestleBowl and beat
Dehart once and for all. He won the
first and I won the second…I still want my third match…but…I don’t want to go
into that too much. I’m talking about
what I’ve done…not what I’m going to do.
Why am I bring up past
history? I want you all to know where
I’m coming from. Most of you do, some
of you don’t, period. I just want
everyone here to know where I’m coming from before this all gets started. Because when it does begin…I want you all to
know…there will be one question you’ll ask…who does this guy think he is? I’ll teach you all one simple rule…the Truth
is a Virus…
…that is…and forever
will be….enough said.
***The scene fades to
black.***