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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.***