
Everyone can get vicious
at times…
Because of a loss of a
loved one…
Then there’s the most
common reason…
Just because someone
needs to be teach a lesson.
Monday, October 07,
2002
7:30 pm
***The scene opens with
crackling thunder in a dark moon lit sky.
Slowly the scene moves downward towards a grassy plane. A man sits in the middle of the area. Lightening crashes to the earth…yet…the man
doesn’t move. It is as if he has
something else on his mind besides the lightening and or the thunder. The man is just sitting there. Slowly a light sprinkle of rain starts to
come down from the sky. The man is
slowly but surely getting wet…yet…he doesn’t move. It’s like if he were a ticking time bomb just waiting for the
right moment to explode. Suddenly the
man’s hand moves to wipe some of the water off his face. The face reminds us of someone…then it hits
us…it’s none other than David Dunn.
Yet, why is David in this field, alone, while it’s raining? Only time will tell us.***
DUNN: Rain…there’s something so pure about
it. It falls from the heavens to the
earth to provide us water to drink, feed our plants, or just to cool off a bit. Rain is such a simple thing yet most people
take it for granted. No matter. There are the few people out in the world
that have learned the simple purity of rain.
That’s all that matters I guess.
***David runs his
fingers through his hair. Water drips
off his hand as well as his forehead.***
DUNN: I could sit here and talk about the beauties
of rain all day…but no one cares about that.
For the past twenty-four hours my phone has been ringing off the hook
about my match this Saturday. I
answered each call and tried to tell them all what was going to happen…finally
I just got sick of the calls...and ripped the phone out of the wall. So I came out here to be alone with my
thoughts. Only…the more I thought…the
angrier I get. I haven’t always been a
nice guy or treated people the right way but I always knew what it meant to be
a professional wrestler. It takes hard
work, skills, and strong mental abilities.
Not a funny catch phrase or a bunch of fucked up friends to be comedy
relief. Those may get you a few laughs
and just maybe you might even win a few matches on your basic skills. A wrestler you may make, but a professional
wrestler you’ll never be. So I guess
that’s what pisses me off the most about this Kyle guy. For the past two weeks I’ve heard him go
over and over how he is undefeated, beaten everyone he’s stepped into the ring
with, and even how in a short four weeks he’s became a champion. He must think he’s so unstoppable…tisk tisk
tisk. You will be defeated. You will be beaten by people that step into
the ring with you. That title you hold
so proud, will be taken from you. These
are the realities you have to deal with Kyle.
The first time I spoke about you it seemed all a big joke to me. It still does. I haven’t thought of you in any different matter than I first
did. I still think your nothing more
than Mexican trash. That’s my
feeling. It’s my opinion. And just because everyone you’ve faced so
far has been doing the “Mexican” jokes and you’ve won, don’t think I’m going to
be the same. You see Kyle…
***David places his
hands on each side of his neck and snaps his neck a bit.***
DUNN: …just because I have the same attitude when
it comes to facing you, doesn’t mean I have the same lower standard wrestling
abilities as the rest did. You sit at
home at night a wonder why people make fun of you…you wonder why people tend to
over look you…well…just look in the mirror.
You have to be the biggest joke since Eric Bellows became a
wrestler. If you don’t know who that
is, it’s okay, not many people do.
Honestly, look at you. You’re
the hardcore champion. So what. Many people have been the hardcore
champion. In two weeks I’ll be the
hardcore champion. It proves
nothing. Have you won a world title
yet? Have you? I doubt it.
I look at you and I see someone who could be truly great, yet, instead
your nothing more than a second rate joke.
That my friend is sad. I’ve won
world titles before. I worked my ass
off for it too. I lived and breathed
world titles. It was everything I was
about. Holding the world title met I
was the best. No matter how I won
it. Could have been given to me or I
could have cheated to win the damn thing.
It proved I was the best. People
could say whatever they wanted about my talent or my actions…I was still the
world champion. Something they didn’t
have. Something they all hated about
me. But as I said…it was what I was all
about. The world title is meant for
someone who has worked all their career to prove they were the best. A person that went through blood sweat and
tears just to be called a “good wrestler”.
A person that never gave up no matter how many times they have
failed. Kyle, I look at you and just
don’t see anything that even looks like someone who can make that journey. You seem to be in this business for the
money and the laughs. If that’s all
that your about, well, I feel damn sorry for you. But fear not Kyle, Saturday is going to be a eye opener for
you. Maybe after I beat you up and down
the arena you’ll get that little light bulb in your head to go off, maybe then,
just then, you’ll understand that you need to change your ways. Or, don’t.
Stay the same person you are now.
The funny, goffy, stupid, second rate wrestler that will never amount to
a damn thing.
***The rain starts to
come down harder now. Strong winds
sweep into the air making the rain hit harder and faster.***
DUNN: Saturday is going to be fun for me. I have started school for a new wrestler
like yourself in a long time. It should
be real fun to see what you have instore for me. Because, someone like you, always has class mates. So who is it going to be Kyle? Triple X, the great pink bunny, or maybe
just maybe you’ll hire some kind of police force to come down and beat the shit
out of me before the bell. I can’t wait
to find out. Honestly it fun watching
you bring your friends down to try to stop me.
Why? Because they never get the
joke done. I thought after Kramerica
you would learn this. I pretty sure you
haven’t thought. I could be wrong about
it. I guess only time will tell how low
can you go.
***David gets off of
the ground and shakes off the rain a bit to no avail.***
DUNN: Kyle, shine up the belt boy. You got two more weeks with it, then it’s
around my waist. Someone who is, in
everyone word, a professional.
***FLASH***
Tuesday, October, 08,
2002
1:33 am
***The scene reopens on
the parking lot of a neon lit strip club called "Diamond's". A black
66 Camero pulls in and parks. David’s old high friend and former BJWC wrestler
Chad Longoria gets out of the Camero. Just then a 2002 Ford Lightning pulls in
and parks. Chad walks into the strip club as David Dunn gets out of the Ford
Lightning. The scene follows Dunn into the club. As he walks through the door a
drunk man stumble into him. ***
DUNN: Get the fuck out of my way!
DRUNK: Ahhh...sowwy!
***Dunn throws the
drunk out the door and laughs as the man slams against the concert. The man
lays the for second before vomit shoots out of his mouth. Dunn shakes his head
and walks to a table. A waitress walks up to him with a big grin on her face.
***
WAITRESS: Hey your David Dunn....can I get you a
drink?
DUNN: Yes I am David Dunn. And for your sake you
better get me a drink.
***The waitress hurry's
off as David looks up to see porno star Jenna Jameson gets up on stage. The
waitress comes back with Dunns drink as Jenna shakes her ass. ***
WAITRESS: Wow...you aren't the only Superstar here!
DUNN: What?
WAITRESS: Chad Longoria is here!
***Just then Chad jumps
up on stage and tackles Jenna off the stage. Dunn gets up and walks around to
see Chad trying to kiss Jenna. ***
DUNN: Jenna don't you know what he's got?! Damn
woman get off him!
***Chad gets up off of
Jenna. He gets in Dunn’s face and the two stare each other down. ***
CHAD: Dunn....I should just fucking hit you....
DUNN: What like this?
***Dunn clinches his
fist and connects a devastating blow to Chad’s face. Chad smiles as blood pours
out of his mouth. ***
Chad: No.....More like this!
***Chad hits Dunn with
a vicious hook, causing a cut on Dunn’s face. Before Dunn can retaliate a chair
is broken over Chad’s back. As Dunn stands there shaking his head he is
bumrushed by three guys. The guys start kicking and stomping on Dunn and Chad,
while the rest of the guys in the club come over to join in. As they are
brutally beaten Chad and Dunn look over at each other and give the same
look....like this sh!t is about to be fun! Dunn kicks a guy in the shin as Chad
nails one in the nuts...giving them just enough time to get to their feet. Chad
just gives four guys a cross body block as Dunn starts swinging. Dunn slams two
guys heads together. Dunn grabs a guy and gives him a REALITY CHECK. As the
mans limp body swings to the side he takes out two more guys. Chad and Dunn
slam a guy on the bar and slide him down, and off. Chad looks at Dunn as the
police bust in. ***
CHAD: This is YOUR FAULT! I was happy getting my
kiss from Jenna!
DUNN: My fault?! Your the one started this whole
mess to begin with! I love Jenna's movies and personally I didn't want to see
her die from kiss your sorry ass!
CHAD: It was only a kiss! I don't have anything...that I know of!
DUNN: Whatever Chad! I could care less right now
about your lies! In case you haven't noticed we got some fucking cops coming in
to bust are asses!
***Chad grabs a bottle
of Vodka and a rag of the bar. ***
CHAD: No prob Cancer Man.....Give me your lighter!
DUNN: You better give it back to me freak!
***Chad shoves the rag
in the bottle and lights it. He gives Dunn his lighter back and throws the
flaming bottle at all the liquor behind the bar. As the glass shatters flames
shoot up. Chad stands there proud of his accomplishment as Dunn grabs him by
the shirt. The two dodge a couple of drunks as they head toward, and out of the
Fire Exit. ***
CHAD: That's ironic...I never thought I'd use a
fire exit....for a fire!
DUNN: Hmm...are you sure you don't have anything?
I think you have lost your fucking mind pal. Why do you think it's called a Fire
Exit?
***Chad shrugs his
shoulders and points to a convertible Ferrari. He runs over, hops in, and
starts it up. ***
CHAD: Yeah.....I've lost my mind.....but I never
really used it! GET IN!
***Dunn gets in the
Ferrari and looks at Chad as it takes off. As the Ferrari flies down the road
the strip club explodes into a fireball. ***
DUNN: Sure you would pick this car. God I hate
Ferrari's.....So where are we going?
CHAD: Mexico.....I gotta an itch to fuck a Mexican
whore....I always do it after a bar fight.....I do it as a reward!
DUNN: If I only had a gun…
CHAD: Shut up David!
DUNN: You can be such a little bitch you know
that. Shit man, I got to piss, pull
over man.
DUNN: Sure that will give me time to think
about...WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO ABOUT THAT ROAD BLOCK?!
***As the Ferrari
speeds toward a police roadblock.***
DUNN: Why am I the one that has to come up with
all the plans. If we would have taken my truck we could have just knocked them
out of the way. But No! You had to take the car that can go 200 mph and get
chicks!
***Chad flies off the
side of the road and pulls the car back on moving passed the road block.***
CHAD: Hey dickstain...who thought of setting the
club on fire?
DUNN: You! Or don't you remember, "Hey lend
me your lighter." Dumbass.
CHAD: OOOO so it was your lighter....IT WAS MY
IDEA!
DUNN: Well now we have
cops behind us....are you happy?
***Dunn turns around to
see the stream of red and blue flashing lights in the distance. ***
DUNN: There are going to be other road blocks you
know. In case you haven't noticed, WE AREN'T IN FUCKING MEXICO YET!!!
CHAD: DUH....We haven't even gotten out of McAllen
yet!
DUNN: "No officer
I haven't seen Chad tonight. Do you think I would be in this bar drinking this
beer with this shotgun if I knew he was shot in the head and left for
dead?" Just drive goddamn. I don't feel like going to jail.
CHAD: I wish you where that gun toating badass! Or
even had a gun!
DUNN: Dude you think all those years of playing a
living in the valley didn't rub off a little on me. Look what I got here...
***Dunn pulls a .45 out
of his jacket. ***
CHAD: How good of a shot are ya?
DUNN: Good enough.
***The Ferrari slows
down and finally stops. Chad looks at Dunn and a wicked grin crawls across his
face. ***
CHAD: Well...We ain't got shit to lose! So lets do
this.....YE HAW!
***Chad hits the gas
and turns the wheel. The Ferrari's tires squeal as the car does a 180. The
Ferrari picks up speed as they head toward the speeding cops. As they get
closer and closer to the ocean of cops, Dunn hangs out the window and aims. ***
CHAD: Dude....If we die...I just gotta say....I
really didn't mean all that shit I said about your wife....Well I did mean some
of it...but you know what I'm sayin! If I live and you die...I'll take care of
her!
DUNN: If you live and I die...well if you even
come near my wife I'm come out of my fucking grave and kill you! So we can both
rot in hell together!
***Dunn points the .45
at Chad and Chad points toward the cops. Dunn aims at one of the cops tires and
shoots. The tire blows out and the car starts to swerve. The car wipes out and
hits another car giving the Ferrari enough room to fit through. As the cops come
to a stop to try to turn around Chad shifts into sixth gear. ***
CHAD: Nice shot! And hell ain't a bad place to
be.....I've been there!
DUNN: How did I get myself into this fucking mess?
Oh yeah I remember. I wanted to have a beer. Maybe I should stop drinking.
***FLASH***
Tuesday, October 08,
2002
3:12 am
***The Ferrari passes
through the Mexican boarder. They pull up outside a whore house and Chad gives
Dunn a big smile. ***
CHAD: (Takes a deep breath)...AHH you smell
that...It's not freedom....it's PUSSY!
DUNN: Well before you go fucko loco remember at
least to use a fucking rubber. I mean I don't want to see any little Chad's
running around. One is too much as is.
CHAD: Dude I put one on this morning look...
***Chad starts to unzip
his paints. ***
DUNN: Dude I don't want to see that shit. Oh just
a little hint. It has been a long fucking day you might just want to get a new
one pal. They don't last forever.
CHAD: Really? Wow thanks for the info!
DUNN: If you want to thank me. Put that thing back
in your pants man. I think I need a drink.
***Chad zips up his
pants and the walk into the whore house. They sit down and all the whore come
over and surround Chad. ***
CHAD: Hey ladies...get me and my friend some
drinks!
***The girls run over
to the bar as Dunn lights a cigarette***
CHAD: They love my Tricky Dicky....like you love
those cancer sticks.
DUNN: In this world you have to find something
that pleases you and kills you at the same time. A good cigarette is something
that pleases me and will sooner or later kill me. Just like your so-called
"tricky dicky" will kill you in time.
***The girls bring two
beers and set them on the table.***
CHAD: I'll drink to that!
***Chad and Dunn grab
the beers a down them. A couple of
hours pass...we aren't really sure. We know it's a couple bottles of tequila
and ten...six....twenty-one...ah a lot of beer and Chad gave his lovin’ to some
whores. They get up and stumble outside to find the Ferrari is gone.***
DUNN: This is all your fault Chad!
CHAD: My fault? I do remember you starting a big
fight!
DUNN: I do remember you forcing Jenna into giving
you a kiss!
CHAD: FORCE? Riiiiight! She loves my sexual kisses more than the Mexican whores...I just tackled her....cause she likes it rough.
***The two walk toward
the boarder.***
DUNN: Look I'm to wasted right now man. I am
believe it or not beginning to like you man. Boy we must have drank a lot of
beers and other shit to get this fucked up. So what now Chad.
***Chad points at the
boarder patrol and they walk up to an officer. ***
Border Patrol--Id's
please!
DUNN: Chad you do have your ID with you right? I
mean you did take my wallet and yours in with you into the bar right?
CHAD: Wallet? I don't even have a drivers
license...I never got one!
DUNN: Oh shit. Sir. We left our ID in our car. But
our car was stolen. I assure you that we are both American's.
Boarder Patrol--Oh I
know who you are....your wrestlers! I hate wrestlers! You two are both under
arrest! I need to check to see if you guys have any warrants.
DUNN: When I sober up Chad I am going to be pissed
the fuck off man. This has to be the dumbest thing any one has ever gotten me
into.
CHAD: What do you mean anyone? IT'S YOUR FAULT!
***The scene fades out
as Dunn and Chad are getting hand cuffed.***
TO BE CONTINUED....
