
So many questions…
So little time…
Your answers will be answer though X…
Hard and painful.
***The scene opens with a shot of the
sky…dark…cold…unfeeling…a great storm is quickly moving in. A storm in which not a whole lot of people
would be willing to go out in…quickly the scene move downward to a street. We see someone though…a man it seems. Dressed all in black, the man slowly walks
down this lonely street.***
***FLASH***
***The man walks down the street still…his head looking down
as if he was paying more attention to looking at the street than where he was
going. Continuing down the street he
suddenly stops in front of a coffee shop.
He looks up at a big neon sign which read, “Jose Café”. As soon as the man lifts his head we look
upon his face, we all realize it’s none other than the Goddamn Fucking
Franchise, David Dunn.***
***FLASH***
***The door of the café opens and David walks in. A waiter behind the café’s counter looks up from a news paper and looks at him.***
WAITER: Go ahead
and sit any where you want sir.
***David nods at the gentleman and looks for a place
to sit. He moves his head around for a
few seconds then notices a nice booth.
David walks over and slides into the booth. The waiter seeing this walks over and places a menu in front of
David.***
WAITER: When your
ready to order just call me over sir.
***The waiter was about to leave when David suddenly grabs his wrist.***
DUNN: I’m ready to
order now.
WAITER: Okay sir.
***The waiter takes out a pad and a pen.***
WAITER: What can I
get for you?
DUNN: A coffee and
a slice of apple pie.
***Waiter writes down what David ordered.***
WAITER: Anything
else sir, the soup of the day is excellent.
DUNN: No, just the
coffee and the pie. Nothing else.
WAITER: Very good
sir. I’ll bring it right away.
***The waiter scoots off to get David’s order. Meanwhile, David just sits there looking across the table. He’s no looking for something or at something. He’s just staring into blank space. A few seconds later the waiter comes back with David’s coffee and his slice of pie. The waiter sits them in front of him. He’s about to leave when the waiter stops and turns back towards David, who is already about to take a slip of his coffee.***
WAITER: Accuse me,
but can I talk to you for a few seconds sir?
***David puts down his coffee and looks up at the
waiter. He nods to the question. The waiter sits down on the other side of
the booth and starts looking at David.
It’s like he was trying to ask him something but couldn’t spit it
out.***
DUNN: Well…
***The waiter takes a deep breath and exhales.***
WAITER: I know who
you are.
DUNN: Good, that
makes two of us.
WAITER: No, I mean
I know your David Dunn. The Goddamn
Fucking Franchise. The newest SWF
superstar and current BJWC Heavyweight champion of the…
DUNN:
Ex-champion.
WAITER: Oh I guess
since your in the SWF it doesn’t mean any thing now.
DUNN: Is this all
you wanted to ask me, because first off that isn’t even a question.
WAITER: No man, I
just want to come over here and tell you no matter what you’ve done in your
career that I was your biggest fans, still am too. I was there tuned in when you first came into the BJWC. I saw when you first came into the BJWC and
beat that no body. Then you won the TV
and Hardcore titles away from Gothic and Greg Dulli. I even saw when you beat Shane Andrews for the North American
title. You know what else man, I was
there, I was there live when you won your first BJWC World title from
Roadkill. I went nuts Fred Durst came
out and sang live for your entrance.
Oh, I’ll never forget that RIOT when you beat Tyler Lee and Kurt Swagger
by yourself to become a tag team champion and complete your Grandslam tour of
BJWC. God man, you’ve done it all.
DUNN: Thanks, but I
knew all this from the beginning. I
walked into this café to have a cup of coffee and a slice of pie. I was nice enough to let you sit down with
me and ask me a question, now, your still here. You’ve told me everything about my BJWC career…yet…I still haven’t
heard one question out of you. So maybe
you want to get that out pretty soon so I can drink the rest of my coffee
before it gets cold.
WAITER: Oh, look
I’m sorry if I go on. I mean like I
said, I’m a fan.
DUNN: I fully
understand this.
WAITER: Okay….I
just wanted to know, what are your plans now man.
DUNN: My
plans. Well as far as the BJWC goes,
I’m done with it. I washed my hands of
it last week. I don’t plan on going
back there any damn time soon, that you can quote me on. As for my career goes…I just joined the SWF
as you know. I wanted to try something
new. It’s a fairly new company to
me.
WAITER: Why did you
decide to join another company and leave the BJWC?
DUNN: Honestly…it
was because I just got sick of looking in the mirror every day and realizing
that everything I’ve done, really meant nothing to any one but myself…and…of
course a few fans like yourself. I put
the BJWC on the map after all there old stars got up and left. I was there. I built that place back to where it should be, on top. I didn’t get any respect for it, I didn’t
get any thanks for it, so one day I just said fuck it. I packed my bags, made my little speech, and
left. Now I didn’t just decide to jump
to the SWF to piss off everyone in the BJWC.
Oh no, I came decided to join the SWF as soon as I saw the damn PPV
lineup. I saw a bunch of jack offs to
couldn’t fill my jockstrap holding wrestling gold. Well come Sunday, there all in for a big Reality Check.
WAITER: Why SWF?
DUNN: Why not? One company at a time. Destroying one roster at a time. SWF just seemed to be the next best step.
WAITER: Damn.
***David takes a slip of his coffee.***
WAITER: So…wants
going on at that PPV you talked about.
DUNN: It’s a four
hour clusterfuck. Really doesn’t matter
a whole lot to me.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Look, I’ve
won more titles than I can count. This
SWF company is like a walk in the park for me.
I mean look who I facing first…
***David pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket…he looks confused for a second or two, he just shakes his head and places the piece of paper back into his jacket.***
DUNN: …Triple
X? Who the fuck is Triple X?! They’re setting me up against some
rookie? God, I can’t get any respect
from any one these days.
WAITER: Triple
X…hmmm…hey I think I know him.
DUNN: Oh
really. Do tell.
WAITER: He was
suppose to be some big shot in SWF.
Last year he won the SWF National title at some SWF event.
DUNN: Oh, okay,
that really didn’t help much.
WAITER: What do you
mean?
DUNN: You see I’ve
heard this before. About him winning
the National title, about how he saved the SWF or something along those
line. Honestly, he’s a fool. Those are the kinds of bad choices that will
make him nothing more than second rate for the rest of his career. Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from looking
past him, it’s just I don’t really care that much about him to be worried that
he’s going to beat me or anything.
WAITER: Your not
worried about him at all?
DUNN: I am a
little…I will beat his ass like if he stole something but after the match he
might get a little pissed off about being beaten but the G.F.F. Then he may go do something stupid like
attacking me with something. Then what,
I’m hurt because a little prick wants to get even for me kicking his ass. So, that sucks. Of course this is just mostly what I’m guessing he’s going to
do. Either way his ass is gone from the
match early.
WAITER: So it’s you
and him?
DUNN: No, it’s a
triple threat. Triple X, myself, and
some bitch I haven’t got the time of day for.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Yeah some
bitch they wants to be a guy. I don’t
know. Honestly I could care less. I doubt if she’ll be done blowing the boss
in time for the match any ways.
WAITER: You need to
relax more man. I mean what’s the
reason for all your actions any ways?
DUNN: My main
reason for my actions has to be…
***David picks up his coffee and slips at it…he spits his
out.***
DUNN: Goddamn it! It’s cold as a motherfucker.
WAITER: Oh shit,
I’m so sorry, you want me to get you another cup.
DUNN: Well seeing
how I’m sitting here talking to your ass and paying for this coffee, then yeah.
***The waiter gets up from the booth and grabs the cup. He runs over to counter and grabs a pot of coffee. He pours it into the glass. The waiter walks back over to the table and places in front of David.***
DUNN: Thanks.
***David takes a slip…he spits it out again.***
DUNN: WHAT THE
FUCK! Did you make this fucking coffee
out of your underwear!
***David gets up from his seat and throws the hot coffee in
the waiters face. The waiter screams
out in pain and drops to the floor holding his face.***
DUNN: I was nice to
you. I talked to you about my career
and a little about my feelings. So what
do you do you repay my kindness…by bringing me this poor excuse for a cup of
coffee.
***David starts to walk out of the café when he looks back at the waiter on the floor. David shakes his head towards the waiter. He opens the front door just as the waiter is getting to his feet. David looks back at him.***
DUNN: You know
what…I almost forgot…the main reason I do anything…is because I’m the biggest
asshole in this world or the next.
***David walks out of the café and slams the door behind
him.***
***FLASH***
***The scene reopens a little ways down the street from the café. David is back to walking down the street once more. Once more he’s looking down at the road. Once more he doesn’t care what’s in front on him.***
DUNN: People say
they dislike me because of my actions.
People say they don’t understand the things I do. But it doesn’t matter what the people think,
it doesn’t matter what that punk in that café thinks, all that matters is what
I think. Do I like myself, yeah. Do I really care if I hurt someone or hurt
someone’s feelings? No. Everyone in life is put on this earth for
some reason. Some people have the
talent to make people smile. Others the
gift to heal. All I’ve ever been good
at is wrestling, and pissing people off.
Oh, and I’m damn good at it.
Don’t take my word on it though, just ask Triple X and any one else that
is going to step in my way this Sunday.
They’re all going to find out why I am the Goddamn Fucking Franchise.
***David looks up at a street sign. He turns right and keeps walking until suddenly he stops and turns his head slowly back to the other street.***
DUNN: Just one more
thing though…to you Mr. X…you think I’m cocky?
My presents bothers you? You
want to know if I can hang with you?
You second guess why I call myself a legend? It’s as simple as this…Sunday is only a few days away. Your questions will all be answered
then. I’m cocky because I can back it
up. I love that I bother you. I am a legend and oh yeah I can back it
up. If you don’t believe me…just wait a
few more days…you’ll learn the hard way.
Oh, by the way, that is, and forever will be, enough said.
***David turns his head and continues walking down the road. Smoke slowly rises from the heating ducks from the street. Slowly David Dunn is out of sight. The scene fades to black.***
