-Rolling Stones
***The scene opens with a shot at the sky. It’s nightfall as we can tell by the moon lit clouds and the bright stars shining up in the heavens. Suddenly lightening strikes across the sky. A storm seems to be forming. Sadly, how bad the storm will be is until at this time. The moves downward towards the earth. We see a white home in the middle of a small town. The scene moves closer towards a driveway where a white F-150 is parked. A man is walking up and down this driveway. Smoke slowly leaves the man as if he was smoking a cigarette. The scene moves even closer towards the man. On the ground close to the truck we see a black bag. Smoke blows onto the bag as the man sits down next to the truck. The man is wearing nothing more than a pair of black boxer shorts. He finishes off the rest of his cigarette and flicks it into the yard. We now know the man is none other than the Goddamn Fucking Franchise, David Dunn.***
DUNN: You know something. I don’t care about Colibri. His career could end by my hands, it
wouldn’t matter to me. He’s brain could
be splattered across the ring tonight.
His family could have seen the whole thing. It wouldn’t matter to me.
The bottom line is I don’t care about this joke what so ever. Xtreme Impact, he should have stayed with
Extreme. Because in all honestly…after
Till and myself finish with his ass and Collins…X…is all he’s going to be
about. X wrestler…no I won’t feel sorry
for him. Or any of his family at
ringside or watching at home. I’m going
to regret that I have to face him and waste time on his ass. I could be wrestling someone with real
talent, instead it’s some second rate joke that isn’t fit to tie my boots. So I guess what I’m saying is…someone better
have a body bag at ringside, because this boys dead. It’s nothing personally you see.
It’s only business. Why am I
acting so cocky you ask? Well it took
me a while to learn something I should have figured out from the very
beginning…I’m just too good to be beaten but to butt loving brothers had aren’t
fit to hold my jockstrap.
***David
pulls another cigarette from his pack and throws the pack to the ground.***
DUNN: As I sit here and think about my life I
remember so many things that would crush another man. Having wrestlers come up to you telling you that there going to
beat you and take your title. Whole
families spit in your face after you ended someone’s career. Fans seeing you in the street telling you
how much they hate you and they wish someone would just kill you and get it
over with. The late night phone calls
of mad men screaming that your going to die.
Or what happened with Jeannette.
Any other man would have quit this business along time ago. Yet, I never left.
***David
pulls out his Zippo lighter and lights up his cigarette. He then throws the lighter next to his
cigarette.***
DUNN: People call me an asshole, a bitch, cold
hearted, a ruthless bastard hell bent on some holier than thou power trip. Hell some people even call me friend, very
few though. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what people say to
me. It doesn’t matter what people call
me, friend or foe. All that matters is
being the best. If that takes me and
Till beating Colibri and Collins out cold until their almost dead…then so be
it. Do you think I honestly carry if
they live or die? Think I care if I’ll
destroy there careers? I don’t. You think I care about old Strick? Or A2?
Nope. All I care about is being
the best. And to be the best that means
I have to be the heavyweight champion.
To quote Metallica, “Nothing Else Matters”. Since Jeannette left me, my heart has grown cold. Once I would have cared if someone stabbed
me in the back. Once I would have cared
if I lost a friend over needless greed.
I just don’t care about anyone but the damn title and myself. Hell…I didn’t even give a rat’s ass about
stupid ass people that get killed for not even one reason what so ever. People die every day so what’s the big
deal. That sounds a little cold…so be
it. Life goes on. The Sky is blue, the grass is green, and I
have to prove to everyone why I still am and always will be the best. Like it or not.
***David
takes a drag off his cigarette and exhales the smoke into the air.***
DUNN: I must care about something more than myself
don’t you think. Maybe it could be my
newborn daughter, or my son…doubt it much.
What I care about almost as much as that title I guess has to
be…revenge. Revenge is one of my
favorite words you see. It’s what I’m
all about. Sunday I’ll get my revenge
on him. This Sunday I’ll get my revenge
on Strick Carrington. You see this
gentleman, and I use the word gentlemen loosely. Came up to me with a ball bat and tried to hit a homerun. Sadly all the bitch got was a foul
ball. You should have left it alone
Strick…week after week we do this little dance. I attack you…you attack me…it’s a never ending run. Oh but it’s going to end. It’s going to end very fucking soon
Strick. This should be fun. I’m going to enjoy this very much.
***David
takes another drag off his cigarette.***
DUNN: I can’t get side tracked though. I still have to deal with Collins and Colibri. I saw both of your latest comments…I wasn’t
impress. Nope. You think you two are going to stop me and
Till? Do you? Honestly? Do you really
think you have a chance in hell at beating me?
I bet you do. It’s good you have
these little fantasizes of glory when you know damn well there isn’t a chance
in hell you two going to beat DH. If
you look through history you’ll learn damn well that the strongest men always
win. Stronger we damn well are. You know it. You just don’t have the balls to say it. Have you even seen me talk? I’ve always said I could be taken out at any
moment. Just…not by you two. Both of you may have been here in the SWF
longer than I have but I just got here and hell I’m already proved more than
you ever have.
***David
finishes off his cigarette and throws it away.***
DUNN: You know something…I’m done talking about
you Xtreme Impact…I’ll let my actions do the talking this Sunday…your not going
to beat me get over it….your both going home in a body bag.
***David
gets up from the ground and dusts himself off.***
DUNN: I keep floating around it…but I still
haven’t said really anything about Carey.
The more things change the more they stay the same. I remember the day you came to me and begged
me to join the Inner Sanctum. I
agreed. Did it get me anything? Nope.
Shot after shot I saw you give everyone else…and repeatedly you let me
down. Well my friend I hate to tell you
this again but it’s pay back time. You
didn’t go through the wars that I did.
You didn’t step into the SlaughterHouse. I went through all of that and more for the good of the Inner
Sanctum. Sometimes I would look into
the mirror and think to myself, “Is it all worth it? Is getting beaten up every damn night by Strick really worth any
of this?!” Yet,…
***David
looks down at the ground.***
DUNN: …all my suffering, all my pain, all my blood
sweat and tears…for jack shit. Well
Carey your going to learn you should fuck around with me. Your going to learn this lesson hard and
fast. You will learn by the end of my stay
here in the SWF why I am the best there is and why I am the Goddamn Fucking
Franchise of the world.
***David picks up his title and places on top of his shoulder. The look in David’s eyes is nothing more than violent.***
DUNN: Fucking Carey…
***Suddenly
a voice is heard for a far. It sounds
female.***
DUNN: Who the hell could that be?
***The scene moves to the
house. The front door opens and
Melissa, Jeannette’s sister walks out.
She stands there with a confused look on her face.***
MELISSA: What the hell is with all the noise?
***David
looks on in shock for a second.***
DUNN: How the fuck did you get into my house you
stupid bitch?!
MELISSA: Why do you have to act like that?
DUNN: Let’s see here…maybe it’s because I hate
your whole family. Could this be a
reason? Huh? Maybe just a little?
MELISSA: I didn’t do anything to you or Jeannette.
DUNN: Bullshit…get out of my house.
***Melissa
walks out of the door way and next to David.***
DUNN: Good, now get the fuck out of here.
MELISSA: We need to talk.
DUNN: About what?! I hate you. I hate your
parents, your uncles and aunts, I even hate your stupid dog Skippy!
MELISSA: Will you just listen for a minute you big
asshole!
DUNN: Fine.
Speak your mind. It isn’t going
to change my opinion about you for shit woman.
***Melissa
sits down next to David.***
MELISSA: Wilson told me what was in the letter.
***David
does a double take for a second and looks at her strangely.***
MELISSA: I want to tell you want it said but I have a
feeling you already know the answer.
DUNN: Just tell me what’s in the letter.
MELISSA: I can’t.
DUNN: Well great then! You come over here. Break
into my house…oh then piss me off. Then
you tell me you know why Jeannette killed herself but you don’t want to tell
me? How fucked up is that!
MELISSA: All I can tell you is that when your ready
you’ll find out. But right now your not
ready. Your far from ready. You’re a sitting time bomb.
DUNN: Look I don’t need you to tell me how I feel
or the way I’m acting bitch. I’ve heard
this line from about half a dozen people already alright. So get out of my face…get out of my life!
***David gets up and pushes Melissa away from him. He walks inside the house looking back to see Melissa shake her head as she picks her self up.***
DUNN: Stupid bitch…what does she know…
***David looks down at the floor with tears in his eyes as he closes the door to his house.***
DUNN: Sunday…someone’s going to pay for this…
…enough
said…
***The
scene fades to black.***