The credit belongs to those who are actually in the arena, who strive valiantly; who know the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spend themselves in a worthy cause; who at the best, know the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if they fail, fail while daring greatly, so that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
--Theodore Roosevelt

 


 

Sunday, April 6, 2003

Weslaco, TX

2:00 pm

 

***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 Shane Clemmens.  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…again.  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 Shane Clemmens 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 Luke?  Or K.O.M.?  Nope.  All I care about is being the best.  And to be the best that means I have to be a champion. 

 

To quote Metallica, “Nothing Else Matters”.  Since I left SWF 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 ex-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.  At Fury I’ll get my revenge on a few people.  On Fury 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 Shane Clemmens…I’m going to come looking for them.

 

***David takes another drag off his cigarette.***

 

DUNN:  I can’t get side tracked though.  I still have to deal with one Shane Clemmens.  I saw your latest comments…once again, I wasn’t impress.  Nope.  You think your going to stop me Shane Clemmens?  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 EWF 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 Shane Clemmens…I’ll let my actions do the talking at Fury…your not going to finish me off and go on to the body bag….your are going in a body bag though.

 

***David gets up from the ground and dusts himself off.***

 

DUNN:  I keep floating around him…K.O.M.  You know…if you had one shot…or one opportunity…you would still fuck it up!

 

***David looks down at the ground.***

 

DUNN:  Come Fury if you think for even one little second that you have a chance in hell at beat 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 going to be out there soon enough.  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:  You see both you K.O.M and good old Shane…what chance do you really think you have against me?  Honestly?  I’m someone that just walked into the door and already I’ve proven that both of you are fit to hold my jock strap.  You know what…I’m sick of it already…at the end of Fury both of you are going to learn that your nothing but worthless niggers compared to the GFF.

 

***Suddenly a voice is hear for a far.  It sounds female.  The scene moves to the house.  The front door opens and Melissa stands there confused.***

 

MELISSA:  What’s all the noise about David?

 

***David closes his eyes for a few seconds the opens them with a more relaxed look on his face.***

 

DUNN:  Nothing.  Go back inside I’ll be there in a minute.

 

MELISSA:  Uh okay David, if you say so.  If you need anything just yell.

 

DUNN:  I will.

 

***Melissa goes back inside closing the door behind her.***

 

DUNN:  At Fury you’ll learn the truth…both of you will find out…why…the truth is a virus. 

 

***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.***