“Sometimes things are long past due. For years I have tried to avoid turning into what others thought I was. Then in the climax of my career, I turn into what I feared the most. A joke. No longer was I David Dunn newcomer done good. No longer David Dunn the GFF.  I was David Dunn the guy who was there for a laugh. Everyone knew it.  Dante was in on it. Andrews knew. Lloyd knew. Everyone knew....except for me.”

 

“There was only a few things I could do about it. I could bitch and moan, but David Dunn has already done that. I could quit. But David Dunn has already done that. I have tried everything, well almost everything. Most people have to tap into rage when they need an extra push. I have held back from what I can do. Everyone knows that I have a twisted idea about pain. I got that from getting my ass kicked everyday when I was training. I didn’t get here because I am a fucking slacker. I got here because of what I might do.”

 

“The unexpected. I moved from my own realm to that of what everyone wanted me to be. I became a conformist. People did not like what I was. Yet that was all I knew. That was all I was shown that you can do. Take that rage and love. Take the pain and embrace it. Take what is yours and give it to them. Give them the pain. Make them wish you never had been hurt, cut, sliced, thrown through a glass table. It is shit like this that you are not supposed to hold in. You are supposed to let go of the pain. It is supposed to be a release and you are supposed to feel better. It is supposed to be a stress reliever.”

 

“Fuck that. It does not help. All it does is make you open to things that you never wanted. It gives you a heart. It gives you compassion. It makes you.....happy. But have I been happy? Fuck no I haven’t been happy. So now marks a time that I have to turn all this pain I released and bring it back. It’s time for me to return. Let the games begin...”

 


 

***THE SCENE OPENS AS DAVID AWAKE FROM WHAT SEEMS TO BE A SHORT DREAM.  HIS FACE COVERED IN SWEAT SLOWLY DRIPPED OFF TO HIS CHEST.  DAVID GETS UP TO WALK INTO THE REST ROOM.  HE GRABS A CUP AND POURS HIMSELF A GLASS OF WATER FROM THE BATHROOM SINK.***

 

DUNN:  What the…

 

***DAVID STILL LOOKS A LITTLE UNEDGED ABOUT THE DREAM HE JUST HAD AND THE WORDS THAT WERE SPOKEN.  HE WALKS BACK INTO HIS BED ROOM WHERE HE SEES A LETTER FROM HIS FOLDER LAYING ON HIS NIGHT STAND.***

 

DUNN:  My dream. That was in my dream. I could see her. Like it was from my own eyes. She lay there innocent. Not knowing what was happening. I had no clue who she was. I need to get back to my train of thought.

 

Malice. Concentrate on Malice. Why is it whenever he feels that he needs to prove something its always directed towards a link to the old BJWC days? Did Dehart and Tyler Lee not teach him that he is nothing more than what walks the streets everyday. He does not know what it means to live a real life. His existence is nothing compared to what is really here. He talks about life. He has no grasp on the concept.

 

This is not about his past with me.  This is about him and myself climbing into what will be his tomb. He does not know what it is like to lose everything in a moment…and to feel empty.  Empty to everything but the pain.  Pain you suffer, the pain to inflict.  That’s all that there really is any more.  Trust me Malice. You can have all the conversations with your buddies all you want.

 

However when it comes down to it. There is never anywhere you can go where I will not already be or I will be coming for you.  How does it feel to know that if you bleed, you bleed.  If I bleed, I bleed the blood of what I know to be nothing but pure hate and joy. Don’t look for anyone to help you because once they all know what I am capable of.  I do not fear you.  I fear nothing for I am nothing.  I’m so perfectly empty…

 

***THE SCENE SHIFTS BACK TO DAVID’S BED ROOM WHERE IS AWAKES ONCE AGAIN COVERED IN SWEAT?!  DAVID TURNS ON HIS NIGHTSTAND LAMP AND TRIES TO WAKE UP.***

 

DUNN:  What the fuck just happened?  It was so real…it was real wasn’t it?  I had to be sleep walking or something…I feel so…weird…I can’t figure this out.  The words…the words were mine but the feeling…felt like someone else…someone I thought was…no…I worked this out a long time ago.  It’s over.  It’s finished.  Yet, I’ve felt so empty in the past few weeks.  The pain has been so intense that maybe I’ve been shutting down…I’m losing my mind…

 

***DAVID GETS UP OUT OF HIS BED AND WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM.***

 

***FLASH***

 

***THE SCENE REOPENS LATER THAT DAY AS DAVID IS WATERING HIS GRASS IN HIS FRONT YARD.***

 

DUNN:  I can’t believe I’ve been put in this stupid…

 

***DAVID DROPS THE WATER HOES.***

 

DUNN:  So Andrews thinks he can punk me out, he thinks that I’m going to just roll over and die because he’s in charge now.   Oh no no.  I think not.  Andrews isn’t going to stop me from getting my hands on Dante.  No matter what or who he throws at me…it’s not going to stop me.

 

Just look at this crap…Malice and some freak running around calling himself Jayster.  What the fuck is up with that?

 

Jay, step back, shut up, take a seat, and listen up. You're in for one hell of a rude awakening.

 

***DAVID LICKS HIS LIPS.***

 

DUNN:  Just who in the Sam hell do you think you are? You've been in this federation for what? 2? 3 days? Regardless....you've left absolutely NO impact in a federation that could give a rat's ass what you do at Goldfest. Prospective Minnesota Champion? The only goddamn reason you have this shot is because the front office felt bad for your sorry ass.  So...wow...you're fighting for top contender next week for a belt I’ve held more times than you can dream...do you feel special? You're facing myself and that bastard Malice. You aren't the underdog Jay, that would be an understatement...you are, what we in the wrestling industry like to call..."dead meat".

 

Just look at you...a six foot something pile of shit. You can't even address me...the man that is going to smack the shit out of you at Goldfest. So what do you do? Go break so more bricks?

 

Have you ever gotten an itch right in the middle of your back? You stretch your arm as far back as you can, but you can't...you just can't get it away. That's what you two flaming faggots are. You guys are a nuisance...pests, you aren't contenders...you're never-beens. How dare you share a spotlight I spent 2 years to attain? I'm Grandslam Champion Jay..........a legend in this sport.  I didn't get to be where I am today by entertaining piss-ants like yourself. I earned this damn shot just because of what I’ve done in the past. What have you done? Huh Jay? NOTHING, absolutely nothing.

 

So I suggest you take a moment to think about your place here in BJWC.

 

***DAVID PAUSES FOR A MOMENT.***

 

DUNN:  Okay? Have you thought about it yet? Good, now are you still going to keep up with that insane idea of becoming a champion? You've realized how pointless it is now?

 

But bear in mind one thing Jay...heed this advice...get your cheap shots in, hell, do whatever you want to make that ego of yours inflate even bigger...but it won't change the fact that you are 'nothing'. I was 'nothing' once too Jay, I just had the balls to fight my way out.

 

So come Goldfest, you will be placed in a ring against two men who controlled 95% of the gold in this company from one time or another...and you think it's going to be a stroll in the park? I'm not one to base talent on belts, but goddamn, don't you have the intelligence to see what you are in for?  I didn't gain all my titles due to a fluke. 2 years Jay, 2 years of intense hard-work. I've earned it! Do you honestly think I'm going to let some no-name fuck like you take my shot away?

 

Spare me…

 

***DAVID WALKS OVER TO HIS FRONT DOOR AND OPENS IT.  HE TURNS BACK TO HIS LAWN AND LOOKS DEEPLY INTO THE SKY.***

 

DUNN:  That is, and forever will be…

 

…enough said…

 

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