Post by thepredator on May 22, 2007 9:39:44 GMT -6
::The scene opens in a police station. David Hunter is stood at the desk with two officers on either side of him. The officer sat behind the desk looks up at Hunter who stands higher than both of the officers.::
Desk Sergeant: Surname?
David: Hunter…
Desk Sergeant: Forenames?
David: David Anthony
Desk Sergeant: Date of Birth?
David: March 12th 1978
Desk Sergeant: Place of Birth?
David: Whiston, Merseyside…
Desk Sergeant: Whiston, Merseyside? Britain?
David: That’s right…
Desk Sergeant: So what’s he in for, Brown?
Officer Brown: Alleged assault. Could be up for grievous bodily harm…the guys in quite a state…
Desk Sergeant: Okay…Block Two’s empty so take you’re pick…
Officer Brown: Michaels and Venables! Can you take him through to Interview Room 2 and I’ll be through in a second.
Officer Michaels: You heard the man.
David: Yeah…I did.
{The scene fades and re-opens in the Interview Room. David is sat on one side of the desk with his attorney and on the other side of the desk is Officer Brown and Officer Michaels.}
Officer Brown: Mr Hunter, the man alleges you assaulted him down the alley next to The Aha Bar on Portland Boulevard…
David: He can allege what he likes…I was inside the bar from 6PM till you dicks turned up.
Officer Brown: You are being recorded Mr Hunter, may I please remind you that.
David: …Whatever…
Officer Brown: So you didn’t leave the bar once from 6PM to 10:36PM when we turned up.
David: A couple of times earlier in the night for a cigarette.
Officer Brown: Did you by any chance go outside for a cigarette around 10:15 when Mr Jackson says he was assaulted…by you!
David: I may have done…
Officer Brown: Why did you attack this man, Mr Hunter? Have you seen him before?
David: I dunno…maybe.
Officer Brown: So you’re admitting to attacking the man?
David: I dunno…maybe.
Officer Brown: You’re boring me, Mr Hunter. Just answer the questions. Did you or did you not attack Thomas Jackson?
David: Yeah, I did.
Officer Brown: So you’re admitting that you attacked Thomas Jackson?
David: How many times, Mr Brown? Yeah I did!
::At this point a female officer enters with an envelope. She walks over to the desk and hands it to Officer Brown.::
Officer Brown: For the benefit of the tape, Officer Kath Smith has just entered and handed me an envelope…
…
…
So Mr Hunter, you’re quite heavy with you’re fists…this here tells me that Thomas Jackson has worked as a doorman at Aha Bar and tonight it was his night off. It also says that the 300 pound 7 foot 1 man is currently in Hospital with a fractured cheekbone, a fractured left eye socket, and he is missing two canine teeth and a molar…All of you’re hand work, Mr Hunter. You proud of yourself, Mr Hunter?
David: Damn right.
Officer Brown: What’s your motive Mr Hunter?
David: You wanna know?
Officer Brown: Yeah, I do!
David: You wanna know the full story?
Officer Brown: Yeah, I do!
David: Then get your jacket on, huddle up round the campfire and I’ll tell ya!
Officer Brown: Cut with the bullshit, Mr Hunter and tell me what the hell happened.
David: At approximately ten minutes past ten, I went outside of the bar for a cigarette. Stood at the door was Mr Thomas Jackson, dressed in his skivvies talking to the guy on duty. The guy on duty, Johnny Pritchard requested that I move away from the front of the bar while I’m smoking because it shows the bar in a “bad light”. So fair enough, I went round to the alley next to the bar and continued to enjoy my cigarette. Turns out that Mr Jackson had followed me into the alley. His exact words were “Mr Hunter, I believe you’ve got a match this Thursday.” I’m a professional wrestler you see…
Officer Brown: I know who you are, carry on…
David: So I replied with “Yeah I have. Will you be watching it?” As I reply to any fan in any situation…and then he said, “Maybe, if you get to the arena”. At this point he came at me…with a knife…which you’ve probably not found because you’re all dumb asses in this country’s police force. This guy was trying to take me out for some reason, so I took him out…
Officer Brown: So you fractured his cheekbone, his eye socket and knocked out two of his teeth?
David: Well I wasn’t going to friggin stand there when the guy was coming at me with a knife.
::Officer Brown’s walkie talkie begins to beep.::
Officer Brown: Just a second…wait here.
::Officer Brown leaves the room, leaving David sat at the desk with his attorney and Officer Venables.::
David: (To Venables) Soo…do you actually do anything?
Venables: I…
Attorney: Shut up, Dave!
David: Chill!
::Officer Brown returns to the room and takes his seat back opposite David.::
Officer Brown: We’re gonna let you go, Mr Hunter. That was one of our officers who are at the hospital and he found Mr Jackson’s knife at the scene. Mr Jackson has admitted that it’s his knife but he’s saying nothing else. We believe he was paid to attack you. We’ll be looking into it. We’ll be in touch, Mr Hunter. You’re free to go.
David: Thanks for your time, Gentlemen…I’ve probably missed The OC repeats now…
Attorney: Just go, Dave!
::David and his attorney leave the room. They stand in the lobby.::
Attorney: I better be off, Dave. I’ll call you tomorrow.
David: Okay, Paul…thanks for your…erm…help.
Attorney: Yeah, I’ll be expecting my cheque in the post.
David: You can expect a token for McDonalds…
::David follows his attorney out of the station and outside is Greg Kilgreen stood with a POW cameraman.::
Greg: David what’s going on, man?
David: It’s eleven thirty…don’t you have a home to go to?
Greg: Yeah but if there’s a story, I’m always on the case. I believe you assaulted a man, Dave. So what happened?
David: I assaulted him. Broke his cheekbone, his eye socket and knocked out a few of his teeth to be precise…
Greg: So why did they let you go, Dave?
David: Self defence…
Greg: Okay, so will there be no more news regarding this story.
David: Oh no, I mean I only broke the man’s cheekbone and eye socket. I don’t imagine anything will come of it.
Greg: Well with you out of jail…for the time being, how do you respond to Shawn Steven’s comments earlier today and last night?
David: Oh, that the fans will be disappointed in me etc…Greg do you think I’m the kind of man to care about something like that?
Greg: I don’t know, Dave.
David: You’re stuck aren’t you, Greg ‘cause you’re the one that usually asks the questions…so what d’ya think?
Greg: In the past, it hasn’t bothered you when you’ve been booed.
David: Exactly, Gregory! Golden Star! I don’t give a flying f**k if the fans are disappointed ‘cause despite popular belief, my job isn’t to entertain them. This Thursday, I have one target, and that target isn’t to please and entertain the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home, It’s the Midwest Heavyweight Championship and at the end of the night, it’s inevitable that the fans will be disappointed because their hero, “Sensational” Sherri…I mean “Sensational” Shawn Stevens will let them down and finally lose his title to me, The Predator Dave Hunter!
Greg: So, you’re…
David: I’m David Hunter and Gregory, you’ll be in the hospital with Thomas Jackson if you say another word and I’ll be back inside that station answering questions, except this time, for alleged murder. See you on Thursday!
::David walks onto the car park and takes out his mobile phone…::
David: Hey! Come and pick me up!
::Scene Fades::
{End of Segment}
Desk Sergeant: Surname?
David: Hunter…
Desk Sergeant: Forenames?
David: David Anthony
Desk Sergeant: Date of Birth?
David: March 12th 1978
Desk Sergeant: Place of Birth?
David: Whiston, Merseyside…
Desk Sergeant: Whiston, Merseyside? Britain?
David: That’s right…
Desk Sergeant: So what’s he in for, Brown?
Officer Brown: Alleged assault. Could be up for grievous bodily harm…the guys in quite a state…
Desk Sergeant: Okay…Block Two’s empty so take you’re pick…
Officer Brown: Michaels and Venables! Can you take him through to Interview Room 2 and I’ll be through in a second.
Officer Michaels: You heard the man.
David: Yeah…I did.
{The scene fades and re-opens in the Interview Room. David is sat on one side of the desk with his attorney and on the other side of the desk is Officer Brown and Officer Michaels.}
Officer Brown: Mr Hunter, the man alleges you assaulted him down the alley next to The Aha Bar on Portland Boulevard…
David: He can allege what he likes…I was inside the bar from 6PM till you dicks turned up.
Officer Brown: You are being recorded Mr Hunter, may I please remind you that.
David: …Whatever…
Officer Brown: So you didn’t leave the bar once from 6PM to 10:36PM when we turned up.
David: A couple of times earlier in the night for a cigarette.
Officer Brown: Did you by any chance go outside for a cigarette around 10:15 when Mr Jackson says he was assaulted…by you!
David: I may have done…
Officer Brown: Why did you attack this man, Mr Hunter? Have you seen him before?
David: I dunno…maybe.
Officer Brown: So you’re admitting to attacking the man?
David: I dunno…maybe.
Officer Brown: You’re boring me, Mr Hunter. Just answer the questions. Did you or did you not attack Thomas Jackson?
David: Yeah, I did.
Officer Brown: So you’re admitting that you attacked Thomas Jackson?
David: How many times, Mr Brown? Yeah I did!
::At this point a female officer enters with an envelope. She walks over to the desk and hands it to Officer Brown.::
Officer Brown: For the benefit of the tape, Officer Kath Smith has just entered and handed me an envelope…
…
…
So Mr Hunter, you’re quite heavy with you’re fists…this here tells me that Thomas Jackson has worked as a doorman at Aha Bar and tonight it was his night off. It also says that the 300 pound 7 foot 1 man is currently in Hospital with a fractured cheekbone, a fractured left eye socket, and he is missing two canine teeth and a molar…All of you’re hand work, Mr Hunter. You proud of yourself, Mr Hunter?
David: Damn right.
Officer Brown: What’s your motive Mr Hunter?
David: You wanna know?
Officer Brown: Yeah, I do!
David: You wanna know the full story?
Officer Brown: Yeah, I do!
David: Then get your jacket on, huddle up round the campfire and I’ll tell ya!
Officer Brown: Cut with the bullshit, Mr Hunter and tell me what the hell happened.
David: At approximately ten minutes past ten, I went outside of the bar for a cigarette. Stood at the door was Mr Thomas Jackson, dressed in his skivvies talking to the guy on duty. The guy on duty, Johnny Pritchard requested that I move away from the front of the bar while I’m smoking because it shows the bar in a “bad light”. So fair enough, I went round to the alley next to the bar and continued to enjoy my cigarette. Turns out that Mr Jackson had followed me into the alley. His exact words were “Mr Hunter, I believe you’ve got a match this Thursday.” I’m a professional wrestler you see…
Officer Brown: I know who you are, carry on…
David: So I replied with “Yeah I have. Will you be watching it?” As I reply to any fan in any situation…and then he said, “Maybe, if you get to the arena”. At this point he came at me…with a knife…which you’ve probably not found because you’re all dumb asses in this country’s police force. This guy was trying to take me out for some reason, so I took him out…
Officer Brown: So you fractured his cheekbone, his eye socket and knocked out two of his teeth?
David: Well I wasn’t going to friggin stand there when the guy was coming at me with a knife.
::Officer Brown’s walkie talkie begins to beep.::
Officer Brown: Just a second…wait here.
::Officer Brown leaves the room, leaving David sat at the desk with his attorney and Officer Venables.::
David: (To Venables) Soo…do you actually do anything?
Venables: I…
Attorney: Shut up, Dave!
David: Chill!
::Officer Brown returns to the room and takes his seat back opposite David.::
Officer Brown: We’re gonna let you go, Mr Hunter. That was one of our officers who are at the hospital and he found Mr Jackson’s knife at the scene. Mr Jackson has admitted that it’s his knife but he’s saying nothing else. We believe he was paid to attack you. We’ll be looking into it. We’ll be in touch, Mr Hunter. You’re free to go.
David: Thanks for your time, Gentlemen…I’ve probably missed The OC repeats now…
Attorney: Just go, Dave!
::David and his attorney leave the room. They stand in the lobby.::
Attorney: I better be off, Dave. I’ll call you tomorrow.
David: Okay, Paul…thanks for your…erm…help.
Attorney: Yeah, I’ll be expecting my cheque in the post.
David: You can expect a token for McDonalds…
::David follows his attorney out of the station and outside is Greg Kilgreen stood with a POW cameraman.::
Greg: David what’s going on, man?
David: It’s eleven thirty…don’t you have a home to go to?
Greg: Yeah but if there’s a story, I’m always on the case. I believe you assaulted a man, Dave. So what happened?
David: I assaulted him. Broke his cheekbone, his eye socket and knocked out a few of his teeth to be precise…
Greg: So why did they let you go, Dave?
David: Self defence…
Greg: Okay, so will there be no more news regarding this story.
David: Oh no, I mean I only broke the man’s cheekbone and eye socket. I don’t imagine anything will come of it.
Greg: Well with you out of jail…for the time being, how do you respond to Shawn Steven’s comments earlier today and last night?
David: Oh, that the fans will be disappointed in me etc…Greg do you think I’m the kind of man to care about something like that?
Greg: I don’t know, Dave.
David: You’re stuck aren’t you, Greg ‘cause you’re the one that usually asks the questions…so what d’ya think?
Greg: In the past, it hasn’t bothered you when you’ve been booed.
David: Exactly, Gregory! Golden Star! I don’t give a flying f**k if the fans are disappointed ‘cause despite popular belief, my job isn’t to entertain them. This Thursday, I have one target, and that target isn’t to please and entertain the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home, It’s the Midwest Heavyweight Championship and at the end of the night, it’s inevitable that the fans will be disappointed because their hero, “Sensational” Sherri…I mean “Sensational” Shawn Stevens will let them down and finally lose his title to me, The Predator Dave Hunter!
Greg: So, you’re…
David: I’m David Hunter and Gregory, you’ll be in the hospital with Thomas Jackson if you say another word and I’ll be back inside that station answering questions, except this time, for alleged murder. See you on Thursday!
::David walks onto the car park and takes out his mobile phone…::
David: Hey! Come and pick me up!
::Scene Fades::
{End of Segment}