
Sunday came…
Sunday left…
Promises were made…
Promises were kept.
Tuesday, October 01,
2002
4:30 am
***The scene opens on a
dark night somewhere in Texas. We look
around the area to see streetlights and signs glowing to provide light to the
area. A woman walks across the street
with a shopping cart. She seems to be
homeless by the way she is dressed and the items in the cart. As the woman finally reaches the other side
of the street a white F-150 passes her alongside the road. The truck turns on it’s turning signal and
pulls into a parking lot.***
***FLASH***
***The scene moves to a
sign on the lot that Reads, “Circle K”.
The scene then pans back over to the truck. It seems whoever was driving has already gotten out and possibly
gone inside the store. The windows for
the store are tented so it’s hard to see who or what is going on in the
store.***
***FLASH***
***A gentleman walks
out of the front door of the Circle K.
The gentleman is wearing a pair of old dusty blue jeans with a pair of
black cowboy boots. The gentleman is
also wearing a white T-shirt with writing on it. It reads, “Past Present, Future…in the end all they remember is
David Dunn”. The gentleman is holding
something in one of his hands as he walks towards his truck. It appears to be a pack of cigarettes/ The gentleman gets into his truck and closes
the door. The truck engine starts. Slowly the truck reverses and leaves the
store.***
***FLASH***
***The scene reopens on
a dark highway outside of Weslaco. The
same F-150 that we saw before is driving down the highway headed towards
somewhere. The highway seems almost
completely empty except the truck.***
***FLASH***
***The scene moves into
the truck where we can the driver smoking a cigarette. “Turn the Page” by Metallica is playing over
the stereo. The driver finishes up his
cigarette. He rolls down his window and
flicks the cigarette out of his truck.
The driver then proceeds to turn down his stereo a few notches. We look at the drivers face and realize that
he’s none other than David Dunn.***
DUNN: Listen up papa smurf. You want to trash talk. Then let’s trash talk shall we.
***David turns on his brights so he can see the road better. He then turns his stereo completely off.***
DUNN: At Kramerica I did what I said I was going to do. I beat the living shit out of your boy Triple X and that whore. To be honest…I think that’s the real reason your so pissed off right now. I mean let’s review my match. I was in total control from the beginning. That is until you decide to run out and try to cost me the match…stupid. You had one of your butt fucking friends dress up in your love bunny suit and hit me with a fucking chair. Did that stop me? Nope. So then Triple X hits me with his X-bomb? Oh brother. Did he beat me with it? Nope. All he did was piss me off. I didn’t pin him that’s true. I pinned the bitch. You see, I felt sorry for him. I mean I did drive his ass through a table on the outside with the Final Chapter. I mean come on, the guy is in some hospital right now still picking little pieces of wood out of his ass. Your butt fuck brothers could stop me, so now you have came to the great decision that you’re going to try to stop me. Why God do you put these stupid people on this damn planet? Kyle, I don’t want problems with you. I just want to wrestle here. I don’t like the idea of someone like me beating someone like you up and then getting all mad about it. It’s just business brother. You should know that by now. All the comments I just said weren’t mad comments, they were shocked comments that you could have been so stupid so fast. You really need a vacation.
***David rubs his face
as if he was trying to wake up.***
DUNN: Look, I care if you’re getting all bent out of shape because you have to face me. I would be scared to if I had to fact someone like me. You need to relax man. Take it easy. Running around yelling to everyone about me isn’t too healthy. I mean you have all these questions you’ve asked me…yet you seem to answer them all as well. Anyways, you need a vacation man. Like you said, you’ve been here for four weeks. Four long weeks. And already you’ve gotten a title. WOW! That’s fucking amazing man. I guess that means you can stay in this country a little longer now. You know that you have some kind of stable job. Hey, I live at the bottom of Texas right next to the border, I know how you people are. It’s great for you to come over here and try to get work. I’m all for it. I mean you guys are hard working. The best part is that with you working you can finally get off damn food stamps. Man that’s the number one reason why my taxes are so high right now. You see man, you don’t have to worry about being deported any more. You got SWF gold around your waist…I hope you don’t melt it down into a necklace or some hub caps…back to the point. You got championship gold. Now is the time to just take it easy. All the stress is off of you man! Hey I even got an idea. I know your thinking that horrible question you have been wanted to never ask yourself, “What if I lose the belt to someone? Will I get deported then?” Dude look. You’re a funny guy man. There is no way they’ll deport you. Well yeah they will, but check this out. After I beat the hell out of you Saturday, I’ll go down to an INS building, and see what I can do to get you a green card. Hold on, I hope you know what I’m talking about because I’m not giving you an American Express card here. That’s all I need to get my monthly statement and have it read that I bought plane tickets for three hundred of your family back in Mexico then purchased a small one bed room apartment for them to stay in. I mean, who needs that kind of billing!
***David turns on his
blinker and changes to the next lane.***
DUNN: A little while ago I brought up how great you were to win the hardcore title after only being in the SWF four weeks. Well man as I said before, WOW! That really is fucking amazing. I bet it’s some kind of record or something. But sadly in this day and time records are meant to be broken. I just got off the phone with a few SWF head guys. They informed me that if by chance…hell…when I beat you Saturday you will have to face me yet again and put up your little gold belt. Hey man I’m sorry. I have to beat your record. You did it in four weeks, I’m going to do it in three. It’s just sad, sad, sad. I mean come on, why else do you think I’ve been telling you don’t worry about being deported if you lose your belt. Because I’m the one who’s taking it from you. I’m still going to get you that green card Kyle, I mean every company needs a cracked up papa smurf.
***A raindrop falls from the sky and on to David’s windshield. Then another, and another, until finally a heavy down pour starts. David flicks on his windshield wipers.***
DUNN: You know my only regret after beating you this Saturday and then again for the Hardcore title is that I will never live up to what you’ve done with the Hardcore belt. You are that damn belt man. No one should hold it but you. Hispanics are the hardcore kings! It’s like you multiply like rabbits man. Sleep and fuck man, sleep and fuck is all you people seem to do. I will never be able to live up to your legendary status…but…change is good I guess. Plus when the SWF made the Hardcore belt I didn’t think they meant it that way you know. It’s the thought that count though.
***David continues to
drive down the road until he’s out of sight.***
***FLASH***
Tuesday, October 01,
2002
7:45 am
***The scene reopens
outside of the Dunn Family home.
David’s white F-150 is parked outside and the sun is slowly peaking out
of the darkness to bring a new day.
The scene moves up to the front door where we see David unlocking the
door and walking in.***
***FLASH***
***Now in side, David throws his bags on the ground next to the door and looks
around at the house.***
DUNN: Hello?!
***An echo can be heard
through out the house after David yelled.***
DUNN: Hmm…no one’s home…oh yeah that’s right. Jeannette was going to see your mother today. Fuck. I wanted to see her before she left. Oh well.
***David climbs up
stairs and head to his bed room.***
***FLASH***
Tuesday, October 01,
2002
8:15 am
***The scene reopens with David coming out of his
bathroom wearing his boxers. He climbs
into bed and closes his eyes.***
DUNN: It’s good to be home.
***Slowly David falls
asleep.***
Tuesday, October 1,
2002
8:30 am
***David sleeps peacefully in bed…suddenly…a noise is heard…it’s getting louder and louder…it’s a dog barking! David wakes up and gets out of bed.***
DUNN: Goddamn it! Every time I try to sleep something wakes me up!
***David walks out of his bed room and downstairs. He walks over to the living room and opens the door. A small boxer dog comes out. He’s just waging his tail at David.***
DUNN: Smokey, I just got home…so if you would be so kind….SHUT THE FUCK UP!
***David points to the living room. Smokey walks in with his head lowered. David walks back up the stairs and into his room. He closes the door, goes to his bed, and falls back asleep.***
Tuesday, October 1,
2002
8:39 am
***David once again is asleep…sound asleep. Suddenly the phone rings.***
DUNN: What the fuck?!
***David grabs the
phone off his night stand and turns it on.***
DUNN: This better be important.
SISSY: Hey Junior.
DUNN: Sissy? What the hell do you want I just got back home from the pay per view.
SISSY: I know I just wanted to call you and congratulate you on your win and wish you luck on your next match.
DUNN: I was waken up for this? Oh brother. Thanks Sissy.
SISSY: I heard your facing Kyle, that Hispanic
guy.
DUNN: And?
SISSY: I got a joke
for you.
DUNN: Someone shoot me.
SISSY: Why do Hispanics make tamales at Christmas?
DUNN: Why?
SISSY: So they can unwrap something.
DUNN: That’s a racist comment and I am very upset that you would say such a thing.
SISSY: Huh?
DUNN: Goodnight.
***David hangs up the
phone.***
DUNN: Some times she can just take it too
far. Goodnight all...
***David curls up in
bed…***
DUNN: …enough said.
***The scene fades to
black.***
