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[[ Tremendously loud noises can be heard coming from one of the rooms backstage. The same pattenered beat; a music beat, to be exact. However don't be lead into believe that the musc being played is relitively new; it's far from it. As our camera begins to move closer to it we slowly pick up more of the tune and as we do, the making of a song from around the 60's or 70's can be rectified. At least it sounds like it, alas, there seems to be a lighting affect going on due to the flashes of different color lighting coming from under the door. ]]

Dude Love: THE DUDE IS PAINTIN' THE CITY NAKED TONIGHT!

[[ Dude Love's voice can be heard from that very same room. Our cameraman slides the door across to his right, opening it right up for all to see. Old time faces such as Bobby Heenan and Mene Gene Okurland can be spotted dancing to a "hippy" beat along with Mae Young and The Fabulous Moolah. The camera proceeds to pan towards its left and laying on a fair sized leather couch is Dude Love with at least three ladies pampering him. ]]

Dude Love: This is what The Dude calls absorbing the fine benefits from this COOL life we live in man.

[[ What in GODS name!? Dude Love is FINGER PAINTING on ALL THREE women. All over there bodies, yellow and red paint - the same fixated across Dude Love's entire hands. ]]

Woman #1: What's your favourite color, Dude? Is it .. yellow?

[[ She flashes a teasing grin, referring to herself as clearly she has a lot more yellow paint smeared across her body. ]]

Dude Love: The Dude has A LOT of favourite colors dudette, and yellow is one of them.

[[ Dude Love has a big goofy smirk planted across his face, as he nods his head and looks from side to side at each beautiful woman laying by him. ]]

Woman #2: Uh-oh .. you missed a spot.

[[ She points in between her breasts, where there's only skin to be seen with no "added" color, so to speak. Dude pulls out the red paint brush and the yellow paint brush, holding them up for her to decide. ]]

Woman #2: Red. Red roses are to die for.

Dude Love: Red it is.

[[ Dude Love goes straight to work; covering up the skin in between her breasts, and doing a very messy job of it at that. ]]

Dude Love: It's been a while since The Dude last painted dudette, so excuse the coolest cat if paint is inflicted beyond the boundaries.

[[ The Ladies giggle between themselves whilst continuing to off Dude Love like magnets. ]]

Dude Love: Did you foxes see The Dude put the fire out last week, man? That Triple H dude .. he was full of rage, of anger .. a burning fire, man .. and The Dude came along and threw a bucket of water over him thus far putting the fire out .. but I must say foxes, It's not likely for that dude to give in even after the fire has already been put out.

Woman #3: Why? Is he a never ending fire?

Dude Love: Something like that dudette. He needs to learn to relax, man. To soak out all the JUCIES in our beautiful life .. and to remember .. that PEACE is what the world needs. He can't tell me that he likes driving a steel chair into some dudes face more then coping treatment like this, man. Not possible. Maybe Hunter just can't GET this kind of treatment .. after all .. his coolosity level is at the very tip of beginning.

[[ Dude Love nods his head, as do the surrounding women who agree with him. ]]

Woman #1: Nobody can be as cool as you, Dude. Who have you got this week? Does that mean another party?

Dude Love: Hold your horses, you know The Dude loves a party .. but two of these, and The Dude might be addicted! This week, peace has its chance with two guys. Two guys which are showing everything BUT peace, dude. Not cool; not at all, man. Chris Jericho has been on a rage since losing .. but what he doesn't realize, is that it doesn't matter if you win or lose man. It's all about having fun. About enjoying yourself. Heh, stress less man .. lay back .. enjoy life .. and learn to boogy boogy!

Woman #3: We just want you to know that achieving the Hall Of Fame WON'T go un-noticed .. if you know what we mean, baby.

Dude Love: Cheeky foxes you are.

[[ Dude Love laughs, hugging each and every single solitary one of the girls before a knock of the sliding door can be heard. No wait; the door is slided to the right straight away, allowing for a clear path to walk right into where Dude Love is laying. It's .. Shane McMahon!? In an expensive black suit, Shane steps forward and takes his glasses off. Shane heads over to Dude Love whilst looking around him - noticeing especially, the dancing of Mae Young, Mene Gene Okurland, The Fabulous Moolah and Bobby Heenan. ]]

Shane McMahon: What the hell is goin' on here, Foley?

Dude Love: Foley? You're talking to THE-E Dude Looove and The Dude is gettin' down Shane O. You know how this cool cat works. Silky and smooth; spreading love .. in more ways than verbally, Hahaha.

Shane McMahon: Right. Whatever. You do know you're sheducle to face Chris Jericho and Johnny Stamboli this week, don't you?

Dude Love: Yeah. Just relax, man. This is The Dudes preperation for spreading world peace into sick and twisted minds, such as Chris Jericho's and such as Johnny Stamboli's .. who enjoy violence.

[[ The group of Ladies climb off of Dude and walk away, leaving Shane McMahon standing directly opposite a lonesome Dude Love. ]]

Dude Love: Where are you foxes goin'? Don't leave The Dude un-attended on such a BIG occassion. Man, thats nasty. REAL nasty. Can you believe that, dude?

Shane McMahon: Maybe you aren't grasping the concept properly. You've got a match; a big match. Two superstars which you've previously met before - two of which put you to the test. Two guys, Dude Love .. who took you to the LIMITS! And if I do recall correctly, Chris Jericho beat you the second time.

Dude Love: Whoa. Man. The vibe I'm receiving off you is strong. Relax brother, The Dude is ready like boiling water. But I have no idea what you're talking about man .. are you okay? Have you been sipping on too many bottles, hehe?

Shane McMahon: Not the slightest. You know what I'm talking about. When you were Mankind, and please .. don't say you wern't.

Dude Love: Where are you hearing such rumours from? Mankind is COOL with The Dude .. but he isn't the dude. Nobody can supply as much LOVE and PEACE as this cool cat man. Nobody. That Mankind, he's one tough cookie .. but he has his problems man. Like we all do.

[[ Shane McMahon stands confused, and a little short for words so to speak. ]]

Shane McMahon: Do as you please, but I'm warning you .. Conflict isn't going to be easy. You've got a former World Champion on your hands, a former United States Champion. However, I do congratulate you on becoming the first Hall Of Famer along with John Bradshaw Layfield.

Dude Love: You receive all of my love and peace man.

Shane McMahon: Alright. Anyway, I must be off .. I'm a busy man, I've got business to attend to but PLEASE, Dude .. keep this 'party' down to a minimum?

[[ A big, cheesey grin from ear to ear on the face of Dude Love. Shane turns around and walks back in the direction he came from, but stops just as he reaches the door. ]]

Shane McMahon: Good Luck. You'll need it after this.

[[ Shane looks around one more time, at the 'dance floor' and around the entire room, resulting in a shake of the head and a sigh before leaving the cameras view. Our focus is fixated back upon Dude Love, who lays alone on the leather couch. ]]

Dude Love: What's with Shane? Man .. doesn't he know? This is how The Dude operates. This IS the Coolest Cat on his finest hour. I might be one to sit back, relax, and take advantages of being the coolest daddio to surface this colorful world we live in .. but if need be, The Dude WILL get violent and when that happens .. man .. it ain't pretty. It's mean. It's NASTY! It's not needed, but because of these guys who decide to spit on the sign of peace, it MUST be done. Last week that mean dude Triple H took a trip down peace lane, and this time around, it's Chris Jericho. Man, you lost one match. Chill out. Life isn't always easy daddio, you've got to just take everything in your stride and keep the jets cooled.

[[ A brief moment of pure silence. ]]

Dude Love: Quite clearly, you've let the stress take control of you man. Not healthy. I understand the circumstances you're in, but man, life goes on. What's the point of being angry? It's not a good feeling. It makes you upset. It brings violence to the table and man, we don't want that. We want peace. We want love. What we don't want, is hatred and anger because that's just a big NO-NO! So, my advice man? Cool yourself down. Time time to chill out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Thinka bout it; do you wanna tangle with the coolest cat? I'm all about peace, but man, shall you give me a reason to .. and I won't hesitate in eliminating you from right out of harms way.

[[ Dude Love jumps up to his feet and slowly begins taking steps towards the dance floor in an extraordinarily unique way. ]]

Dude Love: Chris, you need to loosen up man. Relieve yourself of all the tension .. and GET DOWN, DADDIO!

[[ Dude Love joins in with the rest of the people on the dance floor, as women begin screaming at the sight of Dude Love "getting down". Much the Austin Power films, if you can cast your mind back to those movies. ]]

Dude Love: The Dude is celebrating with a coolosity level of TEN! Brother .. NOBODY can get down and BOOGY like The Dudester! Nobody! After all, man .. I AM the BOOGY MASTER!

[[ Dancing continues, as does the screaming and as does the lighting affects. Seconds later, the camera zooms out and fades to the PWR Logo before fading off into a complete, empty black screen. ]]