**Warning**: I have Yojin Musahiri's permission to use him in this role-play. I have Mike Robinson's permission to use him in this role-play. I have Dazz's permission to use him in this role-play. I have Dusty's permission to use him in this role-play.

(Finally, Dazz lets a cameraman enter the room. And, the scene opens up back in Dazz's locker room with Doozer, Mike Robinson, and the cameraman with a new camera. Dazz is wearing male clothes this time and seems a lot more calm. Doozer and Dazz seem to be talking about The Quest for The Best. Mike Robinson is talking into the camera.)

Mike Robinson: Hey, The Big M-I-K-to the E here. Yeah, Mikey Rob in the house. Alright, I'm here with my man Doozer and my... ummm, well i guess biologically man Dazz, even though he might not want to be.

Dazz: Hey man, I heard that rude comment!!! It was a dare, I tell you... A DAMN DARE!!!

Mike Robinson: Sure, Dazz, keep on telling yourself that. Anyway, I am just sitting around with nothing to do at all. It is very boring, we have been here with Dazz for quite some time. He keeps on insisting to us that this was just a dare, but I have my doubts. But, some people tend to, how do you say it... expierement with their sexuality. Really, the only difference about Dazz right now is that he is getting down on his knees a lot more lately, and I don't mean to propose.

Dazz: That's it you little biatch, I have had enough of you calling me gay and sh(censored) like that. Now, you will pay. I am going to rip you a brand new asshole.

Mike Robinson: Damn man, take a joke. I have only been trying to be funny in front of the camera. Seriously though, I know you are straight, they know you are straight, and Doozer knows you are straight. So stop tripping.

Dazz: Well, you could tell me before time if you were going to say that I am gay and sh(censored) like that. Well, I think I am going to go around bar-hopping and stuff, so I’ll catch up with all you in a while.

Mike Robinson: Hopefully no gay bars are included in your bar-hops.

(Dazz shakes off his anger as he leaves the locker room and so does Doozer, Mike Robinson, and The Cameraman. The three of them head over to Doozer’s locker room and hang out there for a while.)

Doozer: Well, not much to do right now is there. Hmmm, I guess I could go and cut a promo. No, I just did earlier today. It is getting pretty late, so I guess I am just going to head home. Mikey, come over with and on the way maybe we can find out something to do.

Mike Robinson: Alright, I guess that’d be cool. I know one thing we are not doing. That is going over to Yojin’s gym. I really do not feel like getting the piss beaten out of me. Well, let’s get going over to your house, maybe we should just get some sleep, then you can cut a promo tomorrow.

Doozer: Alright, that sounds like a plan to me. *directs his attention to something else* Hey, what is that? *points to a letter* Hmm, it looks like a letter. But, I wonder who it is from… *picks up the letter and starts reading it out loud* Dear Doozer, what a moron, he spelled Doozer, D-U-Z-E-R. Anyway, I’ll keep reading… I have missed the good old days… Damn, he spelled missed, M-I-S-T and old, O-L-E-D. Alright, back to the letter… I know you might not want me back, but I want to come back… Haha, he spelled know, N-O-W and might, M-I-T-E and come, C-U-M… Well, that is the end of the letter. I have a pretty good idea who this moron is. Well, lets get going home.

(Doozer, Mike Robinson, and The Cameraman all hop into Doozer’s limousine. Doozer tells the limousine driver to head for his house and they get on their way. Eventually they make their way to Doozer’s house and Mike Robinson, The Cameraman, and himself all get out of the limousine to meet someone outside of Doozer’s house holding up a sign.)

Doozer: Alright, dude, for one thing. You spelled Doozer, D-U-Z-E-R on your stupid sign. Another thing, the sign is upside down. And another thing, you don’t need a sign with my name on it right outside my house. You only hold up a sign with somebody’s name on it at an airport when you are looking for somebody that you do not know.

The Dude: Damn, how’d you know it was me?

Doozer: Actually, I didn’t. I call everybody, dude. But, you are The Dude, I’m glad your back. What’s up?

The Dude: Well, I just escaped a mental house about five miles away and decided that I can’t make it in this world without somebody by my side making fun of me and making sure I do not get too far out of hand.

Doozer: Hahah, why’d you get sent to a mental house? And how did you escape that place?

The Dude: Well, first of all, there was this lady right. It was at night time. Yeah, I kind of beat her up. Ya know why? She was making fun of our buddy, Jack Mehoff. I was just walking down-town, then she came up to me. This was shortly after I talked to Jack Harding, or Jack Mehoff. We were talking about the time when you and Jack were arguing about who would be Big Dick and Little Peter if you two were the StuDD Brothers. So, when she asked me what I was up to. I replied with, "I was just playing around a little with my good old pal, Little Peter." Then, she said stuff like. Oh, only little peter, huh. Then she talked about how she thought my friend, Little Peter probably slips through the back door a lot, which means that he fudge packs. Well, I didn’t know that she thought that I was talking about my wee-wee. Actually, I thought that she was talking about Jack Mehoff, so I attacked her. Then, she took me to court and instead of going to jail, my lawyer said that I could probably get by with an alibi of being mentally challenged and go to a mental house. And, just as crazy as this sounds, they accepted it. So, they sent me to a mental house. Then, in the mental house, I found out a way to escape pretty easily because the security isn’t exactly set up for master-minds such as myself. So, first off, I took one of the guards and gave him a swirley in the bathroom, then I took off his clothes and put them on me and casually just walked out of the mental institution.

Doozer: Wow, what a great plan for breaking out. That must have taken up all two or three of your brain cells that still work. And, I just can not believe that they actually thought that you were mentally challenged, that really blows my mind.

Mike Robinson: I’m telling you this right now, once a retard always a retard. There is just no cure for your being so damn stupid, Dude.

The Dude: Hey, I was the one who broke out of a mental institution, didn’t I? I guess you should call me a smart-tard from now on, Mr. Robinson. I demand respect because… ummm… I deserve and… STUFF LIKE THAT!!! And you just remember that… you can’t count your eggs before your dogs hatch… Or was it… you can’t count your birds before your cats… No, you can’t count your…

Doozer: Hell, dude, does it really matter. I mean, you just can’t count period. Well, we have heard your story now let us get inside. It is getting kind of cold out here.

(The three of them all stroll into Doozer’s house and Doozer plumps down on the couch, Mike Robinson sits down in the Lazy Boy, The Dude sits on his old seat that Doozer got rid off, it is a seat in the shape of a toilet, and The Cameraman just stands and holds the damn camera, what’d you think he was going to do?)

Doozer: So, Dude, this place hasn’t changed too awfully much since you left, has it? Yeah, I got a bigger Boob Tube and some more pictures on the wall, but nothing new. I kept your chair here and everything. Now is the time where I would say that I missed you, but… Oh hell, I did miss you, Dude. I missed making fun of you all the time. I missed you being so damn stupid.

The Dude: Oh, I love you too, Doozey…

Doozer: Hey, hey, hey, I didn’t say anything about loving you. No, I didn’t.

The Dude: Oh, Doozer, don’t hide your feelings…

Doozer: Alright, getting away from the gay subject… I think we should all just hit the hay and get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a kick ass day. Tomorrow will be the day that the very old tag team from way back in my career, The Bo-Sox Connection with combine with my former tag team of The Emindee Connection to face Yojin Musahiri, his Master, and another one of their Ninja Kung-Fu people. For all you that grew up in a barn and do not know, The Bo-Sox Connection was the tag team of Myself and The Dude and for all you really deprived people out there that didn’t know The Emindee Connection, the tag champs before the DWF closed down, that team consists of Myself and Mike Robinson. Actually, no, the tag champs from before DWF closed down was myself cause Mike left, but before that.

(Doozer heads up to his room, The Dude heads up to his old room, Mike Robinson heads up to his old room, and The Cameraman sleeps in the guest room. At 6:00 A.M., Doozer gets woken up by the sound of his door bell ringing over and over and over, non-stop. Doozer gets out of his bed, gets into the shower, gets dressed and goes down to the door. Mike Robinson, The Cameraman, and The Dude seem to be keeping track of all of the rings and their pattern.)

Mike Robinson: Hey, Doozer, this could be an extra-terrestrial of some sort. It is ringing the door bell in prime numbers. It started with one, then three, then five, seven, eleven, and keeps going higher and higher until one-hundred and one. This shows a very intelligent form of extra-territorial life.

The Thing Behind The Door: Yay, I am intelligent!!! Yeah, nobody can stop me now. See, I start off as a clumsy wrestler and end up PRESIDENT, even though I can’t spell president…

Doozer: *opens the door to reveal Dusty behind it* Well, Mike, it may be extra-terrestrial, but definitely no shred of intelligence in him. Ugh, Dusty, why are you here today? Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be positive towards the less fortunate… Dusty, why have you graced us with your presence today?

Dusty: Well, you see, I was just coming in here too… Ahhhh *dusty trips over the carpeting and lands on his face, he dusts himself off and gets up* Like I was saying, until I was rudely interrupted by that poop of a carpet, I came over here too… Oh boy, I was almost about to lie, that would’ve been god-awful bad of myself, huh? I guess this is how you would explain it… I came over here to brighten up my pathetic, stupid, retarded, ugly, fat, clumsy life.

Doozer: Very well put, see even you can learn some things. Well, we were just about to venture off to Yojin’s Training Gym, I guess you can come. It looks like you need some training, you fat piece of sh(censored).

Dusty: *looks kind of mad*… Oh, sorry ‘bout that, I have had big time wedgies lately. I guess it is the new kind of boxers I am wearing, they keep on riding up on me and right into my bum-bum crack.

Mike Robinson: Aww, well let us all just cry over it. Isn’t that just a damn tragedy. I would just like you to know that you not only spoiled my lunch with the pictures that just invaded my mind about your ass, but you also spoiled my supper and tomorrow’s breakfast. Let’s get going…

(Doozer, Mike Robinson, The Dude, Dusty, and The Cameraman all hop into Doozer’s limousine and Doozer tells the limousine driver to head over to Yojin’s training gym and they get on their way. Doozer spots a big line just out side of a club. By now, the limousine driver already knows the drill, so he starts to slow down. Doozer rolls his window down and gets ready to moon the crowd. The limousine driver honks the horn and directs everybody’s attention to the limousine and Doozer moons them, but they don’t seem to care. Then, Dusty jumps up from the opened sun-roof and lifts up his shirt showing his bare fat stomach and fat chest. The crowd runs everywhere as fast as they can howling and crying and shouting for mercy. Dusty gets back down into the limousine quite proud of himself.)

Doozer: Damn, I must really have a nice ass or something because nobody ever runs away… Wait a minute, that is a gay bar!!! Man, I just mooned a bunch of fudge packers. I should be more careful about exposing my virgin ass to a bunch of homosexuals like that.

Dusty: Yeah, well it only took one lift of a shirt to get them all going. Yup, I am the man. You know it, I show it. Uh huh, yeah dawg, that’s right… You better get ready, run for your life, cause Dusty is coming…

Doozer: AND HE’S GOT BIGGER BOOBS THAN YOUR WIFE!!! You couldn’t find any words that rhymed, so I helped you out.

Mike Robinson: That was a good one, Dooze. Hey, we are here man.

(Doozer, Mike Robinson, The Dude, Dusty, and The Cameraman all get out of the limousine and enter Yojin’s Training Gym. Doozer is met by Yojin just inside of the gym.)

Yojin Musahiri: Well, well, Doozer my friend. You are the first trainee to come back to the gym after their second lesson. That either proves of how insanely stupid you are, or that you have brass balls. We will find out which one it is after this lesson. I see you have brought two more friends of yours. Very well, I have two other trainees that will team up with myself and the Master. Their names are… *a ninja jumps to the side of Yojin* The Master of Martial Arts… Chin Ku. The other *a red-neck trots to the other side* The Master of Mud Flopping… Billy Bob.

Doozer: Now, let me introduce myself and friends to them. You can call me… The Master of Disaster… Doozer. *Mike Robinson walks up to his side* He is The Master of The Microphone… Mike Robinson. This guy is *The Dude points to himself, Doozer nods his head, and The Dude walks up* The Master of Masturbation… The Dude. And the last *Dusty waddles to The Dude’s side* The Master of Morons… Dusty. Now, ladies and gentlemen… boys and girls… let’s get ready to RUUUUUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLLLLEEEEEE!!!

(Doozer squares off against Yojin. Mike Robinson goes for Chin Ku. The Dude goes after Fred. Dusty, being the only one stupid enough, heads for The Master. Doozer and Yojin exchange numerous right hands and finally Doozer connects with a huge right hand sending Yojin back a few steps. As The Dude started to get the advantage on Fred, he spit right in one of The Dude’s eyes. After a bunch of showing off by Chin Ku, Mike Robinson slowly walks up to him and pokes him in the eyes. Mike then powerbombs him through a coffee table and pins him for the three count. Dusty gives a ho-down to The Master, for all you who don’t know that is when you pull down someone’s pants or shorts. As The Master bends down to pull up his pants, Dusty knees him to the head. Doozer goes to whip Yojin into a wall, but Yojin reverses it and sends Doozer into the wall. Yojin runs at him, looking to smash Doozer up against the wall, but Doozer counters by moving out of the way and Yojin slams into the wall. Mike Robinson, after eliminating his opponent decides to help out The Dude with Fred. Mike kicks Fred in the balls from behind, turns him around, and scoop slams him. The Dude climbs up a china cabinet, and jumps off and connects with his finisher… The Dudacious Dive, or Swan-ton Bomb. The Master sees this and quickly throws Dusty down through a table, runs over and stops The Dude from getting the three count. The Master then chokeslams both Mike Robinson and The Dude onto the hard floor and pins both of them. The Master and Fred pull off a huge Spike Piledriver on Dusty and Fred pins him for the three count. As The Master, Fred, and Yojin start to close in on Doozer, Dazz enters the gym and sees what is going on. He turns the Master around and throws him into the corner of the room. The Master is just sitting in the corner and Dazz climbs a on a ladder that is about ten to fifteen feet across the room and diagonal from where The Master is sitting. Dazz jumps off and flies the whole distances to connect with a huge dropkick right to The Master’s face, which is one of Dazz’s newest moves… it is still to be named. Dazz pins The Master for the three count and goes up behind Fred and Fred is a victim of yet another low-blow. Doozer pushes Yojin back a ways, then turns to friend who is doubled over in front of him, Doozer jumps in the air, under-hooks Fred’s arms with his legs, and falls back down with his ass over Fred’s head, implanting it into the ground. As Doozer gets the three count on Fred, Dazz spears Yojin through the glass door on the entryway and pins him for the three count.)

Doozer: This lesson, my friend, is called… The Sequel to The Bombing of Hiroshima, just call me Harry Truman. Well, I say screw the promo, I think us five, six including the cameraman, should go out and party or something. *doozer looks into the camera* This is the Doozer signing out yo…

(The scene fades to…)