It's just a job. Grass grows,
birds fly, waves pound the sand. I just beat people up.
--Muhammad Ali
Friday, April 4, 2003
Weslaco, TX
9:38 pm
***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. 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.
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 anywhere 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 Asshole…
DUNN: …the All Around Asshole.
WAITER: Yeah, sorry about confusing it a bit.
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. Then you went to SWF were you beat the hell
out of Stick Carrington. Then his
little brother. Basically was running
while. 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 and a little from my SWF 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 SWF goes, I’m done with it. I washed my hands of it a few weeks ago. 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 EWF about a week ago. I wanted to try something new. It’s a fairly new company, that I know of
any ways.
WAITER: Why did you decide to join another company
and leave the SWF?
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 SWF 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 EWF. Oh no, I came decided to join the EWF as
soon as I saw one of there damn lineup.
I saw Shane Clemmens’ name on there.
WAITER: Why Shane Clemmens? I never saw you two ever feud.
DUNN: That’s just the point. All he’s ever done is talk about how he’s
better than everyone. That he can beat
any one. Yet, he’s not once ever, ever,
stepped between those ropes and go one on one with me. Until he does that, then he can’t say shit
about me or if he’s better than everyone else.
Because until he beats me, he’s not better than everyone else.
WAITER: Damn.
***David takes a slip
of his coffee.***
WAITER: So…wants going on with the EWF.
DUNN: I’m in some tournament. To decide the EWF X Champion, or
something. Really doesn’t matter a
whole lot to me.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Look, I’ve won more titles than I can
count. This EWF tournament is like a
walk in the park for me. I mean look
who I facing…
***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: …K.O.M.?
Who the fuck is K.O.M.?! They’re
setting me up against some rookie? God,
I can’t get any respect from any one these days.
WAITER: K.O.M…hmmm…hey I think I know him.
DUNN: Oh really.
Do tell.
WAITER: He was suppose to be some big shot in
another company.
DUNN: Oh, okay, that really didn’t help much.
WAITER: What do you mean?
DUNN: Well if he was a big shot in a place I never
heard of then I’m sure as hell it couldn’t have been that good. And if the company wasn’t that good then ten
to one he wrestles like shit. Day old,
grass stained, good old American, shit.
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.
WAITER: So it’s like a 8 man or 16 man tournament?
DUNN: Don’t even worry about it. It’s almost over. Just the finals.
WAITER: Huh?
DUNN: Well it seems next Friday it’s going to be
me against that K.O.M. piece of shit and Shane Clemmens. Stupid bastard. Man, I’ll tell you this much.
Both of them are in for a big surprise if you ask me. I’m going to knock them down, one, by damn
one, until they both realize that I am the GFF. I am the best man in the sport today.
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! Do 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.***
Friday, April 4, 2003
Weslaco, TX
10:20 pm
***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 K.O.M. and Shane Clemmens.
There both 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: 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.***