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(-{Intro}-) This glance started with Doozer lying in his bed, asleep. By the looks of him, he seemed rather contempt, probably experiencing a good dream. Yet, little did he know that KIKEN insulted him and how he seemed to be living in his past achievements. KIKEN also seemed to be insulting Doozer about his overall actions and words spoken in gO as a way to get the federation behind him. Another person who seemed to take offense to Doozer’s words lately was Bronx. Bronx stated, in his latest glance, that Doozer thought too much of himself and will be surprise when he gets his ass beaten, or something around that nature… What Bronx doesn’t know is that the only reason Doozer talks trash and speaks of his past like he does is that he just wants the other wrestlers to know what they are getting themselves into when they step into the ring with him. (-{Intro}-) (-{Intro}-) Yet, it’s time to go to the actual glance now. See, today ended up being the first day of The Dude’s Special Training for Doozer. Last time Doozer took part in any training happened to be his own DARE Program. No, not Drug Abuse Resistance Education, but Donut Abuse Resistance Education. He targeted the fat people of the Dream Wrestling Federation, which include one of whom you will see join T F’n A at a later time. Doozer had his trainees perform tasks such as: Choose Your Door of Fate… The Donut Toss… The Donut Stomp… And Kick Me Because I’m Fat. It wasn’t the most professional weight-loss program… But the future T F’n Member went from Five-Hundred pounds down to Four-Hundred and ninety-seven… In just under four weeks! (-{Intro}-) (-{Action}-) Suddenly, Doozer woke up with a startle. The factor that scared Doozer out of his deep sleep happened to be… No, not The Demented Dude… Yet, Doozer’s very own alarm clock. Doozer hated the alarm clock and wanted nothing more than to smash the thing to bits and pieces, but that would end up smashing The Dude’s heart into bits and pieces, so he could not. Then, as bizarre as it might seem, The Dude ended up acting as a human alarm clock as he suddenly smashed through Doozer’s bedroom window. The Dude flew through the air into Doozer’s room and landed rather softly, on Doozer’s bed, with Doozer breaking his fall. The rather irate Duke of Destruction, while sitting upright in his bed, used his upper body strength to take The Dude by his arm and pants and through him off the bed, back-first on his floor. (-{Action}-) "Dude, what the hell are you doing here at…" Doozer checked his alarm clock. "Six o’clock in the morning?" "It’s time to start off your day with a healthy breakfast followed by a full day of training to get your groove back!" "And why couldn’t you come in through the front door?" Questioned The Master of Disaster with a rather puzzled look on his face. "Duh…" The Dude began to reply as he looked at Doozer with the ‘you must be insane’ face. "Glass is a lot easier to go through than wood…" "You know… On doors… There is that strange looking, knob-like figure that some people like to call… a door-knob…" "Yeah, I use door-knobs all the time…" "What do you do with them?" Questioned Doozer with a now bewildered look on his face. "Stick ‘em up your ass?" "Doesn’t everybody?" Replied The Dude with a question of his own and after he noticed the look on Doozer’s face, decided to make it seem like a joke by laughing. "Never mind… Let’s just get on with this day of training…" (-{Action}-) With those few words said by Doozer, the two of them walked out of Doozer’s room, with Doozer showing The Dude how to properly use a door-knob on the way out and The Dude acting like he already knew. Then, the former tag team of three or so years ago known as The Bo-Sox Connection and The Dudacious Duo, slowly and drearily made their way to the living room. Well, Doozer actually made his way slowly and drearily to the living room while The Dude hopped, in a rather chipper fashion, to the kitchen, which is attached to the living room on its right side, and started to make Doozer breakfast. The breakfast, when finished, consisted of four scrambled eggs, a gallon of milk, and a few pieces of toast, with no butter, just toasted bread. Doozer wasn’t exactly what you would call ‘enthused’ by this meal, but he ate it as a way to keep The Dude happy and bitch-free. (-{Action}-) "So, what exactly are we doing today?" Doozer asked in between the action of forking the eggs into his mouth. "Well, I know how you don’t like to work out or anything like that, so we aren’t going to do any of that training. We are doing the kind of training that includes the things you used to do that made you what you are today. Or at least, what you were back then. For today, I’ve set up a little session where you will test your insulting skills to see if they are up to grade…" (-{Action}-) Doozer just nodded his head to show his approval of the idea, especially since this meant he didn’t have to go to the gym, and kept on shoving the eggs in his mouth with an occasional drink while he tried to stay away from the toasted bread with no butter. It wasn’t long and Doozer was done his fit for training breakfast. When he finished, he hopped into the shower, got dressed up in his wrestling wear which include: a Superman logo T-shirt, a pair of baggy, black cargo pants, a pair of golden/ yellow skate-boarding shoes, and his official Boston Red Sox hat on backwards atop his head. When they were both ready and willing to go, Doozer locked up his house, turned on the alarm system, and the two of them headed out to Doozer’s garage. When they got to the garage, Doozer took out a remote control from his pocket, hit a button which opened up the door of the garage, which actually looked more like a hanger, and they both walked inside. (-{Action}-) (-{Action}-) The Dude always loved this part of their trips because Doozer always let him pick out of the plethora of cars. This time, The Dude picked Doozer’s 1969 Ford Mustang cherry red fast-back. The Dude, also known as The Innovation of Constipation, hopped into the passenger seat as Doozer, The Innovation of Devastation, entered the driver’s seat. The Dictator of DDTs then started up his car and sped out of the garage, closing the door with the remote control on the way out. It wasn’t long and the two were back into their ritual of fooling around with the various radio stations. This is just when Doozer will turn it to his favorite rap station, but The Dude will constantly change it to his favorite Rock station. The two will go back and forth for the longest time before they finally come to an agreement on playing a Red Hot Chili Peppers’ CD, which gives you a little of both. (-{Action}-) "So, where exactly are we going Dude?" Asked Doozer as he continued driving down a side-road into the nearest town. "The local gym… Should be right down the road." "I thought you said we weren’t working out or nothin’…" Doozer stated as he thought about the fact that they couldn’t just stop the other people from working out if they wanted to use it for something else. "I rented it for the day, then got a bunch of moving people to get all the machines and crap out of there." (-{Action}-) Doozer again just nodded his head as he was now impressed by the actions and deep thought that The Dude put into this project. It wasn’t any time at all before the two were both parked, in Doozer’s Mustang, in front of the local gym. The gym appeared to be rather raggedy on the outside, with the sign half hanging on the front of the gym, above the dirty glass doors and rusted metal surrounding them. Doozer also noticed three cop cars parked along the same stretch of road in front of the gym and began to wonder just what The Dude was up to. With the curiosity driving him, he stepped out of his now shut-off car and joined The Dude as they both walked towards and into the gym. Inside the gym was completely bare except for three booths. The walls were all white, with occasional cracks in the paint. The floors were also white, except for the blood spots and the ceilings… (-{Action}-) (-{Action}-) Well, the ceilings were just nasty. The three booths didn’t look too shabby though, with three nice hardwood sides and red, white, and blue curtains facing Doozer as they hung from the top of the booths by a steel rod. The Dude ran up to the only door in the gym and opened it. From the door, or closet, he pulled out a steel chair, which he ran over with about three feet from the booths and sat down in it. Doozer looked at The Dude with a very puzzled look on his face as he shrugged his shoulders as a way to tell The Dude that he didn’t have a clue about what he was supposed to do. The Dude, with a smile on his face, loving every minute of his training session and how much of a success he just knew it would be, pointed at the first booth, with the red curtain as a way to tell Doozer to just walk up to the booth and open the curtain to see what is on the other side. (-{Action}-) "I swear if something big and ugly jumps out at me and tries attacking me I’m gonna hurt you Dude…" Declared Doozer as he broke the unbearable silence that had formed in the room while opening the first curtain. (-{Action}-) Doozer started slowly opening the curtain, then with one big swoosh, opened it up fully as quickly as he could and got ready for something horrible trying to catch him off-guard. The thing standing behind the curtain was a cop. Doozer screamed like a little school-girl and ducked. He was probably expecting a nightstick to the face or at least some pepper-spray to the eyes. Yet, nothing happened as Doozer stood, scrunched over while covering his eyes with his arms. Doozer finally realized that nothing terribly horrible was coming his way, and regained his normal stature. Doozer just looked up and down, sizing the cop up, and noticed that he really wasn’t too intimidating. The cop was about five foot, six inches tall and probably well over two hundred pounds of pure fat. (-{Action}-) "What… You want me to kick him in the balls or something?" Doozer asked The Dude as he stood there totally dumbfounded. "Do what you would’ve done back in the day… Insult the donut eating bastard…" Answered The Dude as he seemed insulted that Doozer wouldn’t think of that by himself. "This is going to be harder than I thought…" Doozer then turned the cop and said, "Uh… You’re fat?" "Come on… Where is the hatred?" Questioned The Dude as he stood from his chair and looked utterly disappointed. "Alright… You’re big, you’re fat, you’re ugly… You have no friends… AND YOUR FEET STINK!" "EUREKA!" Yelled The Dude as he saw a little part of Doozer’s old wrestling personality start to come back to him. (-{Action}-) Doozer then walked up to the second booth, the one with the white curtain, and opened it to see a Martha Stewart blow up doll. Doozer just stood there, trying not to break out into hysterical laughter as he thought up a few of the things that The Dude had probably thought of doing to this doll last night, when he most likely bought it. Doozer looked over to The Dude, after successfully stopping the laughter from coming, and shrugged his shoulders. The Dude, like a true bitch, just crossed his legs and shook his head as if saying ‘you should already know.’ Doozer thought about it for a good moment or two, then thought ‘What would Doozer do?’ Then, it struck him… Actually, it struck the Martha Stewart blow up doll as Doozer bitch-smacked her directly across her doll face like he always used to say he would do if he ever met her. With that, The Dude simply jumped into the air and started to dance around the room. (-{Action}-) (-{Action}-) Feeling awfully proud of himself, Doozer went on to the third and final booth. It was the booth with the blue curtain. Doozer proudly and valiantly threw open the curtain to see a short, tanned man wearing a Yankees jersey with Derek Jeter’s number on it. Doozer knew right off that this must be a Derek Jeter look-a-like and didn’t even have to think twice about his next actions. Doozer kicked the man square in the balls, lifted him up, spun around, and threw him down for a devastation Spinning Powerbomb that he likes to call ‘The Record Drop.’ With that done, The Dude proudly ran over to Doozer and gave him a huge hug. You know, the kind of hug a man gives a man, a totally non-sexual hug… (-{Action}-) "By George I think you’ve got it!" Yelled The Dude as he stopped hugging Doozer. "What?" Doozer asked The Dude as he seemed too happy with himself to even take time to think about anything. "Your groove back!" (-{Closure}-) That, my friends, is how our wrestling star and fan-favorite, Doozer, got his groove back. A fat cop, a Martha Stewart blow up doll, and in Doozer’s mind, a prick dressed up like Derek Jeter was all it took to do something that The Personification of Perfection couldn’t do himself. Yet, it was done and now Doozer was finally ready to face KIKEN… Psh, like he wasn’t even when he didn’t have his groove… (-{Closure}-)