
The
things I do aren’t done because I’m afraid…
They’re
done because they’re necessary for me to remain what I am…
The
best.
***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.***
***FLASH***
***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.***
***FLASH***
***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 Triple X. His career could have ended, it wouldn’t matter to me. He’s wife could have been killed. He could have seen the whole thing. The bottom line is I don’t care about this joke what so ever. Retirement, he should have stayed retired. Because in all honestly…I am really going to regret what I’m going to have to do to him. 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.
***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. Or the late night phone calls of mad men screaming that your going to die. 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 beating Triple X out cold until he is almost dead…then so be it. Do you think I honestly care if he lives or dies? Think I care if I’ll destroy his career? I don’t. You think I care about old Tiger? Or Mike Steele? 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 I left the BJWC 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 those 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 wife, 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 a few people. This Sunday I’ll get my revenge on a few other people namely...oh come on…if I said it would any one really have any fun?! You see these gentlemen, and I use the word gentlemen loosely. Have pissed me off in the past and now revenge has come knocking on there door. After I’ve beaten Triple X…I’m going to come looking for them. Oh I so hope that Trek and Blood make it into the second round, so I can pay them back by beating there asses up and down that ring. Yeah that’s the ticket. God I hate them.
***David
takes another drag off his cigarette.***
DUNN: I can’t get side tracked though. I still have to deal with one Triple X. I saw your latest comments…once again, I wasn’t impress. Nope. You think your going to stop me Triple X? Do you? Honestly? Do you really think you have a chance in hell at beating me for what I want so badly? 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 your going to win the match. If you look through history you’ll learn damn well that the strong man always wins. Stronger I damn well am. 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. 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 Triple X…I’ll let my actions do the talking this Sunday…your not going to the finish me off and go on to the World title….you are going in a body bag though.
***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 who I’m going after.
***David
looks down at the ground.***
DUNN: Come Sunday if you think for even one little second that you have a chance in hell at not meeting up with me…then your wrong…dead wrong. This isn’t play time any more. Oh happy day, when you step between those ropes and you know fully that I’m somewhere in the building. Oh god I can’t wait it. Too see your face. Someone you know is looking not only to beat you but to hurt you to the break of death. You will learn by the end of the night 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: It ends Sunday one way or another. I guarantee you will not walk out of that
arena by your own power. I’ve never,
ever, guarantee anything. This time I
will. I am not going to let any of you
walk out by your own power. Not you
Triple X or the only people I have seek out.
***Suddenly
a voice is hear for a far. It sounds
female.***
***FLASH***
***The
scene moves to the house. The front
door opens and Jeannette stands there confused.***
JEANNETTE: What’s all the noise about Davey?
***David closes his eyes for a few seconds the opens them with a more relaxed look on his face.***
DUNN: Nothing sweetie pie. Go back inside I’ll be there in a minute.
JEANNETTE: Uh OK David if you say some. If you need anything just yell.
DUNN: I will.
***Jeannette
goes back inside closing the door behind her.***
DUNN: Triple X and the rest of you…it ends Sunday.
***David picks up his black bag and throws it in the back of his truck. He then starts to walk towards the house when he stops. He turns his head slightly behind him.***
DUNN: Oh…in case you didn’t guess…that is…enough
said.
***David walks up to his front door and opens it. He walks in and closes the door behind him. The scene fades to black.***
