We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light
--Plato

 


 

***The scene opens on a windy Weslaco night.  We look around to find that David Dunn’s home is around here.  Up and down the street we look until we stop right in front of David’s home.  We can see David sitting outside on an old rocking chair drinking a beer.  Slowly the chair rocks back and forth all along David sits just looking up into the sky.***

 

DUNN:  Jonathan Collins…

 

A man on a mission…a mission to take out Chris Carey.  Right here is where I’m suppose to say something witty or noble about how I’ll stop you.  Well…I’m not.  You see Chris Carey fucked me.  He fucked me and didn’t even have the niceness to use a rubber.  I told him…shit…I told the world that I wanted my shot at Strick at the PPV.  So what does he go and do…he makes some stupid ass match to decide it…and…I’m not even in it.  It seems Carey wants to push Till and myself as a tag team…Till’s my friend…but a tag team isn’t what I want at the moment.  You see what I want…what I’ve earned is a world title shot against Strick.  Oh course it didn’t happen it seems.  Instead like I said I’m being forced into tag team hell.  Fine.  Fine and fucking dandy.  If Carey wants to throw a bitch like you in front of me when I’m this pisses off…then so be it.  It’ll be your worse fucking moment in your life.  For the GFF is coming to town once more. 

 

It seems to me that you like to define things Collins.  It seems you like to tell me what a “Franchise” should and does stand for.  Then you went on some power trip talking about how your honor is all you have left.  Let me clarify a few things for your ass.  Bottom line is that I’m the GFF for a reason bitch.  I’ve worked my ass over for this business.  I’ve been down that lonely road millions of times.  So do you think I’m just going to sit here while a piece of shit rookie like you belittles me?  I don’t think so pal.  You’ve just pissed off the one man you shouldn’t.  Do you know the pain I can inflict on your ass?  Do you?  I don’t think you’ve soaked up the whole reality of who the fuck I am.  I’m David Dunn.  I’m a guy who’s beaten the best in the world of professional wrestling.  I’m a man who brought in the SlaughterHouse to the SWF.  I’m the man who ended Chris Carrington’s career.  After the war he had with me…the sum bitch just couldn’t go on.  Oh…I’m also the man that’ll have his size fourteen shoved up your ass at Adrenaline. 

 

That’s me…but who are you?  Jonathan Collins…he’s done…he’s beaten….he’s won….sorry…you just don’t ring a bell.  Honestly…I have no fucking clue who you are or what your trying to accomplish by pissing me off.  You thinking coming up with a cool tag team name is an accomplishment?  “Extreme Impact is our name…extreme impact is our game.”  Give me a break.  The only extreme impact is going to be like I said…my size fourteen up your pussy whipped ass.

 

You see insulting me is one thing Collins but insulting Till…god you have to be crazy.  Do you know what this guy has done for the sport of wrestling?  Do you know how many people he’s put in the hospital?  I do.  I know all too well Collins.  So maybe you have a small point when you wonder why he’s sided with me…then again…it’s something you don’t know anything about.  It’s no secret that Till and myself are the best of friends…but respect…respect is what brought us together as a team.  Not money…or power…or even a punk like you.  Respect is all that matters in this game we call life. 

 

As far as you go…I have no respect for you.  I never will.  Now for you not fearing me was it?  How you fear no man?  Look I don’t expect you to fear me…why should I.  You’ve never came face to face with me.  All you’ve done is watch…watch me play the game I was born to win.  That’s cool…fear me not…respect me…you will.  Your going to be down on your fucking knees respecting me after I rip your fucking jaded hero head off your body.  Do you under stand that Collins?  Or do I have to put it in a language that you can understand…

 

Sunday u b fucked.  Sa right my nigga.

 

Dumb Ebonic mother fucker.   

 

***Right about then someone comes up to the front of his house.  He opens the front gate and starts walking up to where David is sitting.  The man is wearing a black suit with a black briefcase.  The man walks up to David and nods.***

 

MAN:  Hallo Herr Dunn. Ich habe Sie gesucht.  

 

DUNN:  Huh?

 

MAN:  Ich kann hier so bald wie ich bin gekommen. Sie wissen zehn zu Ein nicht, wer ich Herr Dunn bin.

 

DUNN:  English please…need the English here.

 

MAN:  Ich bin Ihr Frau Jeannette Rechtsanwalt. Sie hat mich gewollt, Ihnen zu erzählen, warum sie ihr Leben genommen hat. Sie hat mich um zwei Stunden gerufen, bevor es geschehen ist. Ich habe versucht, sie aus ihm zu reden. ..but, den es geschehen ist. Ich bin erbärmlich für Ihren Verlust. Aber ich bin ein Mann meines Worts. Damit ich hier heute soll erzählen Ihnen was sie Sie gewollt hat, zu wissen.

 

DUNN:  I understood like one word there.  You said Jeannette…if your looking for her I’m sorry she pasted away.  Oh course for all I know you could be a friend of Till’s telling me how sorry you feel that she’s gone…man…I got to learn another fucking language here.

 

MAN:  Hier…

 

***The man opens his briefcase and hands David a file.  David opens the file…it’s written in German.***

 

DUNN:  Yeah this really helped.  You know I wish Jeannette was here.  She knew German.

 

MAN:  Ich hoffe, daß alle Ihre Fragen Herrn Dunn beantwortet. Noch einmal bin ich sehr erbärmlich, für was geschehen ist. Ich wünsche nur, daß ich mehr machen könnte, Ihren Schmerz zu erleichtern. Vielen Dank. Und guten Tag.

 

***The man nods.  He then walks away from David.  Out the gate and down the street until he’s gone.***

 

DUNN:  Okay…I’m confused and more confused.  Hmm…wait a minute…

 

***David reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his cell phone.  He dials a number.***

 

***FLASH***

***The scene reopens as a small black Geo Metro pulls up to the Dunn family home.  The driver side door opens and Wilson gets out.  He goes through the front gate and walks up to David.***

 

WILSON:  Dad.

 

DUNN:  Wilson.

 

WILSON:  So what do you want?

 

***David tosses Wilson the file he was delivered earlier in the day.***

 

WILSON:  What’s this?

 

DUNN:  You tell me.  Some guy came by today.  He said something about Jeannette and handed me that.

 

***Wilson opens the file…he glances at it then looks back at David.***

 

WILSON:  It’s in German.

 

DUNN:  No shit.  Why do you think I called you.  I know you read and speak a little German.

 

WILSON:  Okay…lets me look see.

 

***Wilson reads the file for a few minutes.  He turn looks back at David.***

 

WILSON:  Well…

 

DUNN:  Well what?

 

WILSON:  It’s a letter from Jeannette.  It seems to be written by someone ten to one your German friend.  It explains why Jeannette killed herself.

 

DUNN:  What?!

 

WILSON:  Yeah…the reason she gave is something I kind of figured it was.

 

DUNN:  Okay what is it?

 

WILSON:  I can’t tell you.

 

DUNN:  What?!  Why the fuck not?!

 

WILSON:  Because if I told you…you’d snap…you’d probably kill someone.

 

DUNN:  I don’t care.  I have to know.

 

WILSON:  Sorry.  I can’t tell you.  Not until your ready at least.   

 

DUNN:  Wilson just tell me.

 

WILSON:  No.

 

***Wilson walks off to his car with the file in hand.  He gets in as David runs after him.***

 

DUNN:  Give me the file!

 

***Wilson shakes his head as he starts his car and drives off.  David runs after the car but he can’t catch up and Wilson leaves out of sight.***

 

***FLASH***

***The scene reopens with David sitting back on his chair outside his house.***

 

DUNN:  Why…why won’t he tell me…doesn’t he know the pain I’m in…this pain is real. At least pain is real. You look around and you see nothing is real, but the pain is real.

 

I sit here and wonder to myself, “Why the hell me…why can’t I just kill myself and get it over with.”  I’ve lost everything that meant dear to me. 

 

Everything…

 

Jeannette was the only woman I ever loved.  The more I think about her the more my heartaches for the love that I’ve lost.  I sit here and know that I’ll never find any one as sweet or beautiful as Jeannette.  I’ll never find any one that will love me like the way she loved me.  I try to put her out of my mind but I can’t.  I torn down her pictures…her art work…burned her love letters.  Hell this morning I even went down to a pawnshop and sold her ring that I gave her for a pathetic fifteen dollars. 

 

A lifetime worth of happiness and joy…all for fifteen dollars.  I thought it would get my mind off of it but it didn’t.  I don’t even know why I sold the thing…well…then again maybe I do.  I guess when I woke up this morning I finally realized that she never loved me.  That has to be the only reason why she did what she did.  My friend’s keep telling me they went through a lot of the same shit…they haven’t…no one has.  Everyone’s pain, everyone’s loss is different.  They may seem the same but there not.  I just don’t know why did it…now…I might be able to…but Wilson won’t tell me.

 

No one can truly understand what I’m going through…not even myself.  If I actually looked at everything that has happened to me…and everything that I’ve been put through…just to get back to a point where I feel more like shit than I already did…I would have already been dead.  I would have blown my head off like my father did.  Like his father did and his father.  You see in my family on the male side we have what we like to call the Dunn Family curse. 

 

Every male in the Dunn family has killed himself.  My father took a 22 to the head.  My grandfather hung himself.  My uncles shot themselves…and so on it goes.  The strange thing is that they all killed themselves over the same damn reason…love.  It seems every time they found someone that would love them…that they would love in turn…something stupid or fucked up would happen…in turn they would do the smartest thing they could think of at the time…suicide. 

 

Lately it’s been looking pretty good to me.  Especial today.  Just think at how simple it is.  All your problems.  All your pain.  All the loss.  All of it gone in one brief moment.  It seems so simple.  I’m just surprised that I haven’t done it yet.  I guess because there’s a part of me that always said I wouldn’t be followed in the path of my family.  That I would be better than them. 

 

Yet, when it comes right down to it I know I’m not better than them…I’m just the same.  I just don’t have the guts they did to end it all.  I guess that’s kind of sad when you think about it.  That I’m the coward of the family when everyone sees me as the strongest of them all.  Maybe all of these thoughts are just because of the holidays.  We just pasted a major lovers holiday and I had no one to spend it with but a few good friends, Jack Daniels and Marlboro. 

 

I had this big plan for Valentines Day…I was going to buy Jeannette roses, and candy, and maybe one of those big bears or some kind of stuffed animal.  Then I was going to take her to see the new Dare Devil movie, followed by dinner.  Then maybe a walk along the beach…we would look into each other’s eyes and kiss under the moonlight.  Maybe even we would make love right there on the sand…only it didn’t happen like that did it.  No…I spent my Valentines Day alone. 

 

With no one to say “I love you.”  I just sat in my home drinking…looking outside as if maybe she would ring the doorbell and see how I was doing…she didn’t though.  She never will either.  No matter how much I want to see it…it won’t happen.  You know some nights I hear a noise at my front door.  I leaped out of my bedroom.  Go to the front door.  Have the biggest smile on my face…only to come to the realization that no bodies there.  No will ever will there again. 

 

You guys don’t know how lucky you are.  You broke up with your girl friend or your wife…it doesn’t compare to what I’m going through.  Of course I did say everyone’s pain is different.  No one can rate or try to understand it.  People just somehow much deal with it.  Even knowing a lot of people don’t…and they never will.  Just for the simple fact that they gave up.  Look back…I’m jealous of those people…late at night when I’m alone to myself…I wish I could give up too.  Suicide is wrong, but the interesting thing about it, is how uncomplicated it seems. You know. There you are, you got all these problems swarming around your brain, and here is one simple, one incredibly simple solution. I'm just surprised it doesn't happen every day.

 

Passion seems to sum up why I haven’t…passion for wrestling…love…family…it’s the only thing I really have left.  Then again passion seems to be my biggest problem.  It’s what caused my heartache. 

 

Sometimes it hurts more then we can bear.  If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace…but we would be hollow…empty rooms shuttered and dank.  Without passion we'd be truly dead.  At least I think so.

 

Will I even get over Jeannette…I doubt it. 

 

***David gets up and slowly walks inside his house but as he leaves you can hear him say something…***

 

DUNN:  …enough said.

 

***The scene fades to black.***