BJWC WEDNESDAY NIGHT RIOT

10-15-03

 

[END OF THE TRIPLE THREAT WORLD TITLE MAIN EVENT]

 

Edgebrooke: CYRIS RAVEN IS OUR NEW BJWC HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!

 

Timmons: Tonight was a dog fight for RAVEN but he proved his hardcore toughness and it helped him prevail to BJWC's ELITE!!

 

Edgebrooke: It's not over!! Dunn has the BJWC HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE IN HAND!!!

 

Timmons: The referee is DEMANDING that David hand the title over.

 

Edgebrooke: He pushes the referee down to the canvas.

 

Timmons: He walks over to Cyris Raven and hands him the title!!

 

Edgebrooke: This is the biggest true form of respect.

 

Timmons: WAIT!! Kick to the midsection!!

 

Edgebrooke: REALITY CHECK!!!

 

Timmons: And CYRIS is out COLD!!

 

Edgebrooke: Dunn grabs the title and kisses the shiny metal before tossing down upon RAVENS LIFELESS BODY!!

 

Timmons: WERE OUT OF TIME!!

 

[Fade to Black.]

 


 

***THE SCENE FADES OPENS WITH A SHOT OF A PICTURE FRAME.  THE PICTURE IS FROM THE LAST MATCH THAT DAVID DUNN WAS IN WITH RAVEN AND WREC FOR THE BJWC HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE.  IT DISPLAYS A SMILING DAVID DUNN STANDING OVER A FALLEN CYRIS RAVEN.  THE SCENE PANS OUT TO SEE DAVID DUNN LOOKING DEEPLY INTO THE PICTURE.  HE CRACKS OUT A SMALL SMILE AS HE SLOWLY TURNS AWAY FROM IT AND WALKS TO A DESK WITH A SMALL DESK LAMP LIGHTING WHAT SEEMS TO BE A FOLDER WITH A STACK OF PAPERS INSIDE.  DAVID SITS DOWN AND OPENS THE FOLDER.***

 

DUNN:  Now I’m guess everyone knows why I’m back.  It’s no secret.  In fact every single person in the BJWC including the world knows the reason I’m back.  The simple truth that Dan Dehart once again has decide to poke his head out of his grave and rejoin the world of the living.  I’m back for you Dehart.  Plain and simple.

 

Like I said, no big secret of why I’m back.  But the real question on the tips of everyone’s lips is, why did I leave.  Well like all good stories, it all begins with a girl.  A beautiful girl.  That I fell deeply in love with, her hair, her skin, the touch from her finger tips…I gave it all up for her.  The long road I traveled day in and day out for fame, fortune, and power.  All of it…ended.  Just for her.  I loved her that much…

 

Yet as the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end.  One day I realized that all of it…the sacrifices, the tears, the feeling of all my efforts were being taken for granted…it just got too much.  So I ended it.  Months after, I started reflecting on my life trying to find my place.  I wasn’t the family guy.  I wasn’t the GFF any more.  I was just a man in search for something that wasn’t there.  It’s not until you’ve lost everything…you’re free to do anything. 

 

So one night I came to the decision that I finally knew who I was and what I was searching for…myself.  So once I found myself and realized who I was, I packed a bag and headed for the BJWC head office.  As I stepped out of my truck who did I see walk out of the front doors but Mr. Dehart.  I was just going there to clean out a few things and maybe see what kind of offer the big wigs would offer me.  Instead I find the Legend himself, the icon, the self-proclaimed Franchise was once again the man with a plan and back to rule over the BJWC.  Nah uh!  Dehart isn’t walking back in with no one stepping in his way.  This isn’t three years ago you see.  This is the now.  And in the now, wrestling or not, I’m still the best game in town.  I know it and most importantly…Dehart knows it.  I do think it’s funny though.  When I was here in the BJWC about six months ago I tried calling Dehart out.  To finish it.  Once and for all.  To prove to not only everyone across the world but Mr. Legend himself, that I’m the Franchise, not him.

 

Did it ever happen?  No.  He decides to stay at home jacking off his dog with a smile on his face.  It took me leaving to bring him back.  Once everyone thought I was dead, he thought he could just roll back in and reclaim his youth.  Become the man he use to be.  Only one problem with that plan Dan…I didn’t die.  I’m alive, well, and pissed off to boot.  Sadly your time isn’t now Dehart, you, I save for last.  Be grateful.

 

When I saw Dehart’s return it became clear that once the former Franchise was back so would be all the other three year chumps.  That’s why it seems my job is once again to prove to all of them that it’s time to retire.  Go back to whatever hole they crawled out of too and leave the wrestling to people who have the skills to still do it.  That’s why I have a bone to pick with you Dante. 

 

You see Dante, I’ve never liked you.  Since the day I’ve walked into this place I kept hearing how much talent you have.  How you could someday become the world champion.  But it never happened.  You missed your chance over and over again.  You had to know that Dante.  Look at what happened when I was President of the BJWC.  I gave you shot after shot at title after title.  You blew everyone of your chances.  Of course it wasn’t your fault, you just weren’t the man you use to be.  You see when I was in power I did what was right, I let the next generation take over the BJWC so it could keep the company alive. 

 

With out the same old tired clowns making the fans bored to death.  I promoted Jansen, Trent, Trek, everyone who should have been the top names on the rosters back in the butt fuck era.  You should have stayed away.  I thought after you lost all those matches and quit finally it would have gotten through your head that it was over for you.  I hoped it would have.  But now I see it hasn’t.  God I hate people like you.  Living in the past, trying to reclaim your youth.  You belong with Cooper, Swagger, Hart, and the rest of those three year ago superstars.  Gone…out of sight and out of mind. 

 

But it’s not that is it Dante.  You came back because you really think you can be the man you always wanted to be…the best.  The only problem with that dream is it’s just that, a dream.  Something that you count your blessings for but never happens.  You remind me of one of those idiots that keeps dreaming of winning the lottery and never plays it.  To make a dream come true you have to set things in motion.  You have to have the skills and the tools to make that dream a reality.  Two things you use to have and they still got you no where.  So what makes you think it’s different now?  You think that time has given you the help you needed to make a great come back?  To be all that you can be?  Son you would have a better chance joining the army to make something of yourself then dare step back in that ring again.  That’s the problem with has-beens they keep living in the past, with there youth, instead of coming to grips of reality and finally realize that the best thing they ever did was leave.

 

Dante…poor dimwitted Dante.  Be prepared.  You’re the first of many who are going to realize you should have just stayed gone.  This realization you will come to terms with no matter how badly I have to beat it in to you.  That’s not a threat boy.  It’s a fucking promise.

 

***DAVID PULLS OUT ONE OF THE LETTER OUT OF FOLDER.  SKIMS THROUGH IT QUICKLY AND PLACES IT BACK IN THE FOLDER.***

 

DUNN:  Love is a lot like some of the wrestlers here.  It can make you feels a little scared at first.  Nervous really.  Almost makes you want to run again.  But as time slowly goes by…you find out it’s all bullshit. 

 

***DAVID SMILES BRIEFLY THEN TURN AWAY.***

 

DUNN:  Bullshit…nice word to end my little rant.  Let move away from the old and move the present…Lloyd.  Your memory must be fading you son.  I don’t think you remember a lot of our history together.  You see if you did remember our history you would know that everyone hates you…hates you for bringing me in.  Remember that Lloyd.  You’re the one who told me about the BJWC.  You’re the one who begged me to join.  You’re the one that helped make the deal go through.  So yeah, I’m the all around asshole around here…but you’re the one who got the ball started now didn’t you.  I thank you Lloyd…because when I came to the BJWC I was great…after I left I became a god.  So it now seems that were here again…face to face…in the main event once more…only once again your memory fades you.  If you remember close enough you’re the man that was beaten not only in a match in a main event on Riot but lost your Hardcore title to none other than me.  That’s right Lloyd, my memory is perfect.  I didn’t forget how I beat you to where you begging once again to me.  Now to join the BJWC this time, oh no, but for your life.  Lloyd, you don’t stand a chance against me, you know, everyone else knows it.  Learn to accept it…you helped make a monster…now that monster returns to take you out once more.  These are lessons you will learn very clearly at Riot.  Get ready, be strong, the challenge that is before you is something you can’t even believe.

 

The Goddamn Fucking Franchise is back.  Back to finish off what I thought I had finished off a long time ago.  Deal with it.  Get over it.  But most importantly, fear it.

 

That is, and forever will be…

 

…enough said…

 

***THE SCENE FADES TO BLACK.***