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Journal Entry #4 in "Doozer's Journal!!!" |
**Warning**: I have Dusty's Permission to use Dusty in this Journal Entry!!! I have Dusty's Permission to use 'The Dark and Demented' Dusty in this roleplay. I have Extremist's Permission to use Extremist in this roleplay. Cast For Journal Entry(Their Name Will Be Their Color for this Entry): Dear Journal, {***}Hey Journal, guess what has happened? Okay, I understand that you can not talk or anything so I’ll pretend that you just said what anyway. Well, I am The Dream Wrestling Federation Dream Champion! This is one big step up the ladder towards achieving my goal. It’s great isn’t it? Damn, there I go again. I’ll just pretend you said it was great. Yeah dude, I did just what I said I was going to do. I told both Caged Explosion and Big Shot that they were just the last two bricks in the wall. Two bricks that were separating me from that title. So, I totally Bull-Doozed their asses down to the ground! Now more than ever, I am closer to achieving my goal of being in the Dream Wrestling Federation Hall of Fame! Well, I guess I should tell you what happened today. See, today was a great day. Extremist, Dusty, and I celebrated at the house. Then, we all went over to the mall to sign some autographs. {***} {***} Today started off like any normal day. I woke from a deep sleep, stepped into the shower, ate some breakfast, and sat around lazily on my Lazy Boy Recliner. My empty bowl of Lucky Charms sat down on the nightstand to my left along with a small, round plate with donut crumbs scattered all over it. Then, I looked up and to my right to my Wall of Achievements. What did I see there? Well, I saw my plaque for being ‘Cockiest Bastard of The Month’ in an inter-federation stable. I also saw a plaque for ‘Best Tag Team’ by with myself as a partner for that very same stable. Among those plaques stood another on that mantle, it read ‘Dream Wrestling Federation’s Best Novice Champion.’ Then, just below the plaques, hung a Dream Wrestling Federation Novice Championship! Hanging directly under that Dream Wrestling Federation Novice Championship was another Dream Wrestling Federation Novice Championship. I own two of these titles for being the Novice Champ two different times. {***} {***}Hanging to my right of the Novice Championships, were two Tag Team Championships, one above the other. The one above I owned for winning the tag belts with Mike Robinson as my partner. The one below I owned for keeping those tag titles even when my partner quit the federation and I didn’t have a partner. Then, to my right of those two belts were two more People’s Championships hanging gleefully. I owned one for winning it as Doozer and the other I won as ‘The Striking Lightning’ Scott Lavigne. Centered below the two columns of six belts was the Dream Wrestling Federation Hardcore Championship, which is now the Extreme Championship. Yes, I saved the best for last, Mr. Journal. There, centered above all the Championship belts, above the plaques, and above everything hung the Dream Wrestling Federation Dream Championship Title! It is the most prized possession in the Dream Wrestling Federation and I was its current owner. {***} {***}It took about twenty more minutes of pure gazing, before I finally stopped staring at my accomplishments. Well, it wasn’t to much longer and I heard a big bang at the front door. I knew the second I heard it that Dusty must have been over excited to see my Dream Title, that he ran and smashed into my front door. Yet, for the first time I was actually sort of glad to see him. So, without hesitation, I stood up from my Lazy Boy Recliner, walked over to my front door, and opened it wide. I looked left and right, but saw no one. Then, I hit myself in the head for being so damn stupid and just looked down. There, I spotted Dusty lying on my white porch all sprawled out and trying to collect himself. Dusty’s face started to turn red as he became embarrassed for me to see him down like that. Well, he shouldn’t have been because he is always falling down. Anyway, it didn’t take too long and he was up and brushing himself off. {***} {***}:-=Dusty=-: Dusty grew a wide smile as I opened the door for him to walk into the house. When he was in, I shut the door and followed him. He walked over and sat on my red sofa with the Boston Red Sox’s symbol embroidered on each of the three cushions. I sat back in my recliner and Dusty began a conversation. "I just thought that I would drop by and see my favorite next door neighbor." :-=Doozer=-: I knew at that very moment that Dusty was up to something. See, Dusty doesn’t have any other next door neighbors. So, I spoke up. "Dusty, what do you want?" He looked shocked at the fact that I would come to some conclusion like that. "Dusty, I know you want something because I am your only next door neighbor." :-=Dusty=-: Dusty still held that shocked look on his face and eventually spoke. "Why do you have to be smart like that?" :-=Doozer=-: I shook my head and talked. "Dude, I’m not that smart. You are just plain old retarded." :-=Dark and Demented Dusty=-: The dreadful black eye-patch now sat over Dusty’s left eye. "You dare question my intelligence? I am Satan! Bow before me!" :-=Doozer=-: I shot Dusty a strange look and began to talk. "Satan, cut the bow before me shit. I don’t care if you rule the underworld or if you are a crack-whore working the streets of New York; I am not going to bow down for you either way." I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for a reply. Dusty didn’t give one so I continued talking. "Hey, how about we go over to the mall and sign some autographs. I’m sure some people are going to want autographs from the new Dream Champ." Dusty frowned in disappointment. "Yes, there will be some people who might want autographs from the three-time People’s Champion, too." :-=Dusty=-: Dusty smiled and spoke up. "Okay, it sounds good to me." {***}With that said, Dusty and I stood up from our seats and walked through my front door and out of my house. I took my house key and locked the door, then placed it in its secret hiding spot. Now, Mr. Journal, if I were to tell you that hiding spot, then I would have to kill you. Anyway, I locked up the house, turned around, and proceeded to walk down my porch steps. From there, I followed Dusty down the tar pathway, which winds through my freshly cut grass, towards my driveway. Just as I hit a little button on the side of the garage to open the door, an automobile pulled up. It was a black Lincoln Navigator and, by its shine, recently washed. I stood beside my Ford Mustang, with my door opened, and waited for someone to emerge from the Lincoln Navigator. Finally, its engine turned off and the door slowly opened. Then, Dream Wrestling Federation’s two-time U.S. Champ stepped down, Extremist. {***} {***}He walked up to me and put out his hand that, in return, I slapped. Extremist stood in front of me wearing a black T-shirt with his name across the chess in blue lettering. He also wore a pair of relaxed fit jeans and some cool ass shades over his eyes. Damn, Journal, I never told you what I wore today. Well, I wore my black T-shirt that reads ‘Born Buff’ along with a pair of khaki pants and my official Boston Red Sox hat on backwards. Dusty, he wore his usual outfit. This included a tight, blue T-shirt and a pair of ‘Big and Tall’ jeans. ‘Big and Tall’ is the name of the brand of jeans. Now, back to how my day went. Well, since Extremist just dropped by and Dusty and I was both about to leave, I invited him to come along with us. {***} {***}Extremist accepted my invitation and hopped into the black, leather back seat of my Ford Mustang. Dusty sat in the passenger seat. I eventually, after checking to see if I hadn’t forgotten anything, sat down in the driver’s seat. With everything set and reading to go; I popped the key in the ignition and started up the beast that is my Mustang. I hit a button on the little remote control on my dashboard and the garage door closed. Then, we all sped off at the speed of light towards the mall! Well, not the speed of light, but you know what I mean. Well, the mall isn’t very close to my house, but I ended up getting their fairly quickly for some odd reason. This is just a hunch, but I think all the police officers here watch wrestling. {***} {***}Anyway, it didn’t take to much longer and the three of us were standing on the tarred parking lot in front of the city mall. I motioned to Extremist and Dusty, after locking my car, telling them that they could go ahead. So, without much hesitation, they did. Eventually, I got all my shit together and followed after them and into the mall. The inside of the mall was just plain huge. The floor, tiled white and black in all kinds of different arrangements and patterns, gave the mall a neat look. There were countless numbers of stores, one directly after another. I eventually made my way to the owner’s office. I knocked at the office door and didn’t have to wait long before the owner answered it. I dwarfed the small person who wore a black suite along with black dress shoes. He showed me my seat, which I immediately sat in, and then he walked around his desk and sat in his own. With that, he waited for me to speak. {***} :-=Doozer=-: At the same time, I was waiting for him to say the first few words, but he didn’t. So, I decided to start off the conversation. "Hello Mr." I didn’t know his name, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. "I guess it really doesn’t matter. What does matter is if you will allow me to set up an autograph session in the center of your mall." :-=The Owner of The Mall=-: He seemed to think about it for a while, then spoke. "What will I benefit from such an autograph session?" :-=Doozer=-: This guy obviously didn’t watch wrestling. "Well, I just won the Dream Wrestling Federation Dream Championship and I thought some fans might be attracted to your mall if I were to be signing autographs here. Plus, if by slim chance, a couple fans don’t really like me that much, then I have brought along my good friends, Dusty and Extremist. Dusty is now a three-time People’s Champion and Extremist is now a two-time United States Champion." :-=The Owner of The Mall=-: The owner looked more intrigued about the idea now. "I see, you are very good business person, Mr." He didn’t know my name, but he didn’t let it bother him either. "Well, you have my permission to do as you please." :-=Doozer=-: I nodded my head in thanks and shook his hand. "Now, if you just advertise this as much as you can, you will be assured to have more customers at your mall." {***}I slowly stood up from my seat, turned about, and then walked casually out the door. From there, I walked down one of the many long hallways of this huge mall where I finally ended up at the center. This is the place where all ten of the huge hallways, or whatever you wish to call them, come together. Dusty and Extremist was already there and waiting for me. Actually, they weren’t really waiting for me. They were standing in a semi-long McDonald’s line waiting for food. I looked over and did nothing but laugh as little girls ran up to Extremist and giggled while pretending to touch him. Dusty on the other hand was getting his fair share of fan attention also. I spotted a group of teenage boys laughing at him while throwing Chicken McNuggets at Dusty’s abnormally large ass. {***} {***}Soon enough, the two of them had ordered and also received their food. After getting two trays to put their food on, they walked over to where I was now sitting. While they were over there, I asked a guard if he would be kind enough to get me three long, wooden tables. Along with the tables, he brought out a black table cloth that read ‘DWF Autographs’ in red lettering. I conjoined the three tables to make one long table and then draped the cloth over them. Then I took three chairs from resting places and brought them over for us to sit in. I sat in the middle of the long table. Extremist sat down directly to my right and Dusty to my left. Within no time flat, fans flocked over to the three of us ready and waiting for autographs. {***} :-=Doozer=-: My first customer stood short at around five feet tall. He wore a T-shirt labeled ‘Big Shot’ in blue lettering and a pair of jeans. "What the hell do you want, kid?" He didn’t reply. He just looked scared and stared right at me. "I bet you were really disappointed when beat your little hero." The kid nodded his head. "Do yourself a favor and get out of my line." {***}The kid walked away with his head hung below his shoulders. Yet, he deserved every bit of grief he experienced. You do not just come up wanting an autograph from me while wearing the T-shirt of my biggest rival of all time. It is just not the correct thing to do. I looked to my right to see Extremist who acquired a good amount of boys and girls in his line. Dusty, to my left, did not have such luck. He sat there with his finger halfway up his nose probably wondering why nobody wanted his autograph. Then, I looked in front of me to see the most disgusting sight of my life. There stood another rather small boy with a ‘Doozer’ T-shirt on. He stood there devouring a god awful donut. I could not believe my eyes; the kid was obviously a beginner. {***} {***}Now, Journal, if you know anything about me from the past then you know I detest donuts. I used to run a program called the DARE Program. It was all about Donut Abuse Resistance Education. This just crossed the line. The kid just stood directly in front of me and kept on munching on that damn donut. Then, he fished out a piece of paper from his pocket along with a pen and shoved it in front of me. I cracked my neck by slowly twisting it until I heard it crack. Then, I took the piece of paper and the pen and started to sign it. {***} :-=Doozer=-: While holding the pen in writing position over the paper, I asked the kid a question. "What is your name?" He choked out the name ‘John.’ "Well, John, you have a problem. If you don’t already, you will." {***}John stood there looking at me with a screwed up face. Then, I took the pen and wrote: "Dear John, Lay off the donuts chubby. Sincerely, The Dream Champ who is not afraid to kick a donut abuser’s ass." I shoved the paper and pen back at John. He looked down at it and read. After reading the note, he looked up at me with his eyes wide open. I shot him a friendly smile that, in return, he ran away screaming. Shortly after the donut eater ran away crying, a rather large person walked up and stood in front of me. His eyes bulged with anger and I could almost see steam coming out his ears. I may not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box, but I knew that this person grew a strong maliciousness for me. Then, I put two and two together and, unlike Dusty, got four. I figured that this individual was the parent of the little donut abuser in which I made cry. {***} {***}The person stood right in front of me and did the little ‘Bring It’ thing with his hand. Now you know, Mr. Journal, that DWF’s newly crowned Dream Champion doesn’t back down from any challenges. So, without hesitation I stood out of my chair, walked around the three conjoined tables, and stared a whole through the human being. He stared right back at me. I noticed his huge muscles ripping out of his tight T-shirt and his military buzz-cut. So, I decided that the only to beat the shit out of this person was to get the first shot in. So, without much hesitation, I bulged my eyes pretending to look at something behind the large person. Then, I pointed at some imaginary thing behind him with my mouth dropped open. {***} :-=Doozer=-: I spoke with a trembling voice. "Oh my god, it’s a group of drug busters! They’re probably out for some muscle-bound freak on steroids." He was dumb, but not as dumb as I thought. "Over there…" I pointed to the right of where I pointed before. "Is that Mike Tyson?" {***}The big guy searched and searched. I told him to stand up on the table so he could see Mike Tyson. So, the big oaf did so and kept on staring into the crowd. I turned to Extremist and smiled. Then, I held up one finger, two fingers, and finally three. With that, I turned the big guy around, kicking him in the gut, and delivered The Green Monster to him through the autograph table! The guy lay there bloodied while I looked directly over my right shoulder to see a squadron of police officers chasing after me. Now, if you know anything about me, then you know I dislike cops. So, instead of running, I picked up one of the other two remaining tables and threw it straight at the whole group of them. With that, I motioned to Extremist and Dusty to follow me quickly. We ran, ran, and ran some more. Finally, we made it out of the mall, down the parking lot, and into my car. I started up the ignition as quick as possible and the three of us zoomed off. {***} :-=Doozer=-: I took in a deep breath and slowly let exhaled. "Dude, now that is what I call a kick ass time." :-=Extremist=-: Extremist shook his head. "Well, on top of the fact that a monster wanted to beat you up. Along with the fact that you were almost arrested by police which would have led to Dusty and I also being arrested, I can see how you thought it was a good time." Extremist laughed for a second and spoke up again. "Yet, that whole Mike Tyson thing was pure genius. The guy obviously would have kicked your ass if you wouldn’t have done something like that. I mean, The Green Monster through the autograph table couldn’t have been more fun to watch." :-=Dusty=-: Dusty frowned and lowered his head below his shoulders. "People just don’t like me." Dusty has a strange talent to just suddenly trail off from what he was talking about and says something totally different. Well, he showed this talent. "Doozer, I have to go to the potty." :-=Doozer=-: I shivered and shook my head. "Dude, remember what happened last time we stopped on the highway." I tried desperately to shake that horrible memory out of my mind. "I have to concentrate on my match on Sunday. It will be my first Dream Title defense and it will be successful." Then, I began a totally new topic. "Oh, and what’s up with this Oddballs character? He thinks he can just come out of the blue and start something with The Dooze. Personally, I think he doesn’t know who the flying rat’s ass he is talking to. I am Doozer and I don’t take shit from nobody." :-=Extremist=-: Extremist nodded his head and spoke up. "I have to agree with you. Plus, if that sissy boy T even shows his face when you are kicking the shit out of Oddball, then I’ll beat the shit out of him." :-=Doozer=-: I cracked my neck and put a little more weight on the gas pedal. "I mean, just because Oddballs is in the Dream Wrestling Federation Hall of Fame does not mean he can talk shit about me. I just won the Dream Championship and I will also be in the DWF Hall of Fame." {***}Then, before I could stop it, I started to remember the horrible time I had at the Highway Restroom. It reminded me of a bad nightmare or a really scary movie. I mean, especially when I tripped over that naked person on the ground and the gay guy grabbed my leg. I kicked him and ran as fast as I could. Then, when I tried to open my door, it wouldn't budge because Dusty locked it. I looked through my window to see Dusty rocking back and forth in the passenger seat looking horrified. While being locked out of my car, I looked over my shoulder to see a naked person skipping after me. Journal, it must have been the worst day of my life. I had never been as scared as I was that day. I still shudder just thinking about it. {***} {***}Anyway, it did not take that much longer until I arrived back at my humble abode. There, Extremist said goodbye and drove off in his Lincoln Navigator. Dusty walked back over to his house also after saying goodbye. I strolled up the tarred path to my porch, unlocked my door, and entered my house. I turned on my lights and walked into my room. That brings us to the present where I am sitting here in front of my computer typing away about my how my day went. Well, altogether I rather enjoyed my day. Compared to the Highway Restroom day, today kicked ass. Well, I guess I should go catch some shut eye so tomorrow I can get ready for my match. I am a busy wrestler these days. I will be defending my Dream Title. On top of that, I will have to kick Oddball’s ass for talking shit about me. Oddball will learn that The Dooze doesn’t give two shits whether you are in the Hall of Fame or not because I’ll get the pin. At the rate I’m going, nothing can stop me. I am a Bull-Doozer and I’m plowing my competition over. As for now, I’m out. Keep cool and keep kicking ass Mister Journal… {***}
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