(A LETTER FROM DAVID DUNN TO JULIE VASQUEZ)

(MARCH. 21, 2004)

 

Julie,

You want to know what my deal is Julie?  Do you?  Fine then.  For six months I’ve felt like your whipping boy.  “Wilson I need this.”  “Wilson could you do me a favor?”  “Wilson can you help me out with something?”  And I did it.  I helped you every time.  I’ve lost sleep, money, and one of my best friends in the process.  But I didn’t care because you needed my help and I was more than willing to help you.  But when I asked you out to go somewhere… “I’m busy.”  “I’m going to go do something with my friends.”  Fine I thought.  So the one time I was wondering if you were using me I ask one of your friends.  I ask her if you were using me or what?  Because frankly I just didn’t know any more.  I’ve tried Julie I’ve tried to be someone that could be there for you.  But I’m at my ends rope here.  After this past week I’ve been through hell in back.  I got into a car crash because I was heading to a store to get some things to cook with so I could surprise you by going over to your house and cooking you dinner.  Why?  Because I promised you I would.  Maybe a part of me was pissed off about the way I thought I was being treated and because I was trying to do something nice when I fucked up my car, maybe just maybe I did blow you off.  I just didn’t want to start yelling at you or venting like you did to me tonight.  Hurting your feelings is something I never wanted to do.

You want to know how you pissed me off two weeks ago?  Huh?  I told you I liked you a while back and every time I talked to you it seemed like you were throwing things in my face.  Comparing me to everyone else.  How someone has a nice job and doesn’t smoke or do I think he was cute or what not.  That hurt me Julie.  But I sucked it up and went on.  But after the shit you pulled on me two nights ago…that was the straw that broke my back.  You knew I was just getting over a relationship where I was married.  You knew that.  I still haven’t gotten over it yet.  I didn't know if you were for real or joking with me.  Honestly would you be a little pissed off if I asked you to marry someone if you liked me.  Then joked about it?  The funny thing is if you would have just drove over I would have then to one said yes.  I just didn't like you joking about it.  Even more so asking me over the damn phone.  Yeah I talked to your friend.  I asked her what in the world I could do to just get you to accept me for who I am.  But it doesn’t happen.  No matter what I do, or how good I treat you, or let you into my world, I’m still going to be nothing more than second best in your eyes.  So tell me Julie, tell me what the hell you want from me?  Am I just a friend of convenience?    I’m confused about all of this.  

Fuck it.  I always said I was an asshole, guess you just helped me prove it again.  I got stabbed in the back again, and because I was afraid of hurting your feelings by telling you how I felt, I made you angry with me.  So be it.  I won’t bother you any more.  Bitch!

David

 


 

***THE SCENE OPENS PRETTY MUCH RIGHT WHERE WE LEFT ONLY MAYBE A FEW HOURS LATER.  THE ROOM IS NOW EMPTY AND THE FOLDER ON DAVID’S DESK IS GONE.  WE PAN THROUGH THE HOME UNTIL WE FIND OURSELVES IN DAVID’S KITCHEN.  DAVID IS STILL ON A COUNTER READING A LETTER.  SITTING NEXT TO HIM IS A OPENED BOTTLE OF BUDWEISER.  DAVID CRUMBLES UP THE LETTER AND THROWS IT ACROSS THE ROOM.  DAVID GRABS HIS BEER, CHUGS HALF OF IT AND SLAMS THE BEER DOWN ON THE COUNTER TOP.***

 

DUNN:  There’s a point in your life when you realize how empty you really are.  Beer doesn’t help.  A home cooked meal doesn’t fill it.  There is only one thing in this world that seems with be able to fill you…love.  It sucks, it eats away at you when your loved and when you love someone.  Being only a few minutes with out it destroys you.  But when you still love someone and they don’t return that love.  When you know there is no chance in the world that they ever will…it’s like your empty.  It’s like you just don’t feel anything but rage.  The best hell is the one we create our selves you see.

 

Why did I come back to this?  It’s not for revenge…no not for money…or power…Dehart is a small reason but it’s not even one percent of the true reason.  I guess when you hit bottom you turn to things that meant something to you.  Wrestling always meant something to me.  Hurting people meant a great deal.  Proving to the world why I was the best meant something to me.  I guess that is just about the whole reason I’ve returned.  It’s because I felt so empty these past weeks…I just need something to fill the void.  Titles, blood, the crowd booing…it all brings back memories of when I was happy.  The battles I was in…the feeling of beating someone who didn’t think I stood a chance…these are all things I didn’t miss when I thought I had her.  Now that I know I don’t…these are the things I turn back to.  To fill the void which is my life.

 

This pain is unbearable you know.  I need to fill this void as quickly as possible…that’s why I started with you Dante.  I told you quite a few reasons why.  All the reasons why but, the main one that is.  You were just the first man I saw.  Don’t think your special all of sudden.  You were just the first asshole I saw.  Period.  There’s really nothing more to say about it.  Now of course you’ll ten to one go on a rant about how I’ve messed with the wrong guy and your coming after me and blah, blah, blah, blah!  I don’t care Dante.  I’m tired.  Tried of everything.  Including you and the rest of your butt fucking stable mates.  What I do to you not only helps me to fill this void but sends Dehart a little message that I’m coming for him.  That’s all that this whole thing is about.  Filling the void and showing Dehart that his bitch ass is mine.  Period. 

 

If you want to make something more out of it, be my guest.  Say what you want.  Do what you want.  Bring what ever you want.  It doesn’t matter.  You will be the first.  Dehart will be the last.  That’s the only thing that matters right now.  Look at the bright side though…at least for the first time in your career…someone has referred you being number one.  That should be the greatest accomplishment in your career. 

 

Fun days are ahead for everyone.  The way I figure it, if I have to be in pain, then why not the rest of you.  Misery loves company as I always say.

 

Misery…funny I would say that exact word that I spoke only a few years ago.  Misery…that’s what I saw in a man…he sat alone…not trusting any one…leaving himself be beaten time again in search for something that wasn’t there.  Lloyd…why come back?  Why destroy what you thought was a great career?  I just don’t understand you any more.  I remember the good old days.  Do you remember them?  Come on now…your fading memory has to remember them.  A time when you and I were friends.  We would go out and drink, bullshit over meaningless shit, and most of all we were the best in the world.  Only we went our on ways you see.  You came to the BJWC while I retired.  The binds of friendship lived on in your mind…you thought if you could get me to join the BJWC, our friendship could live on.  That we could be both the best yet again.  Only it didn’t turn out the way you wanted it.  I came to the BJWC and was laughed at, taken for a joke.  I didn’t come out of retirement for that.  I came out of retirement because of a friend.  A friend that left me for dead as soon as I came in.  Well that’s good and that’s bad you see.  I won the TV title with in two weeks…two weeks later I beat you for the Hardcore title and ended your career in the BJWC…

 

…so I thought any ways.  Funny how things become full circle once again.  Only this isn’t about the Hardcore title, or me getting some sort of revenge on you, but the world title.  Yes I know you don’t have it…but I can see your ranked number one for it.  Beating you steps me up past you.  Meaning my encounter with Dehart comes quicker than I planned.  It’s funny really, I was suppose to face Ego and Dante on Riot, instead it’s Lloyd…I would have been very happy to get my hands on Dante and that whiney bitch Ego, but giving me a shot at Lloyd…OH HAPPY DAY!  Finally the assholes in the front office decide to do something right.  Only they seem to not like me very much.  I many look what I did to Ego and Dante on Riot.  I let them beat the living hell out of each other while I stood back and watched the blood bath unravel.  This week is no different…the front office is going to be livid with what I do to Lloyd.  Letting two idiots beat one another to death was bad, just think what will happen when I get to do the job myself.  Scary thought ain’t it?

 

***DAVID FINISHES OFF THE REST OF HIS BEER AND THROWS IT ACROSS THE ROOM IN A TRASH CAN.***

 

DUNN:  I can’t get you off my mind Lloyd, it’s just completely wrong for you to still be around here.  What are you forty?  Nevermind, it really doesn’t matter any more.  You see YOUR reality is going to come crumbling down very soon.  Your see in this world…this reality…I am the GFF…I am facing Brandon Lloyd…and I WILL be the one breaking every bone in your body.  You have frustrations?  You need to work things out?  Well come on down son.  Mr. Dunn is more than willing to help you out with any problems you may have.  Fear of failing?  Problems with your parents?  Hard on pills not working?  Can’t sleep?  You name your problem and I’ll be more than willing to hurt you so badly that you’ll forget all about them.  You’re an “angry man”?  Well shit boy I would be too if I was Brandon Lloyd.  Christ man, how unlucky can one man be?!

 

***DAVID GETS OFF HIS COUNTER AND GRABS ANOTHER BEER FROM HIS ICE BOX.***

 

DUNN:  Pretty unlucky it seems.  You see I’m not the one to push you and watch you push me back…I’m the one who hits you over the hit with a chair then I push you.  I don’t fight fair, I never have.  What makes you think I wouldn’t do something illegal to not only win but finish what I thought I finished a long time ago?  You see Lloyd when I say, I’m going to beat you, I mean it, any means necessary.  I don’t care if I have to knock your ass out with a chair.  Blind the ref to get a quick low blow in.  Or even running you over in the parking lot before Riot goes on the air.  I will be coming after you at Riot, I will be beating your ass at Riot, and I will be the one that’s going to give your ass a long over due Reality Check. 

 

***DAVID OPENS HIS BEER AND CHUGS THE WHOLE THING DOWN.***

 

DUNN:  The things I do to people aren’t because I was abused.  Mommy and Daddy didn’t hate me.  I wasn’t pushed around and poked fun at by other people growing up.  The things I do, the fear and pain I give to people is because I enjoy it.  I enjoy watching others suffer.  It’s what makes me whole again.  It puts back everything she took away from me.  And I will do anything I can to keep that feeling alive.  So if that means I have to break you neck Lloyd, then so fucking be it.

 

That is, and forever will be…

 

…enough said…

 

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