The scene opens in a dimly lit warehouse, reminiscent of the underground party scene where Dude made his name. Neon lights flicker erratically, casting a mix of vibrant colours across a graffiti-strewn wall. The camera pans to a makeshift bar stocked with an assortment of drinks, empty bottles scattered haphazardly across a cluttered table. In the background, a punk rock anthem plays loudly, its driving beat echoing through the space. The camera focuses on a figure lounging on a couch, his long hair tousled and his attire as dishevelled as ever. Dude, the embodiment of chaotic energy, looks directly into the camera with a mischievous grin. Raising a half-empty bottle.
Dude: "Yo, Ground Zero! What's up? It's your boy, Dude, and let me tell you somethingโtonight's not just another night at the party. Nah, tonight's the mother of all parties, the grandest of all raves, and it's got a little something special on the line!"
Dude stands up, tossing the bottle aside. He strides confidently across the room, his dirty white t-shirt and worn jeans swaying with each step. He grabs a steel chair from the side and dramatically waves it in front of the camera.
Dude: "That's right, I'm talking about the Street Fight at the finale of Ground Zero Hardcore! And guess what? The winner walks away with the biggest prize in the wrestling worldโa contract to FWA, the grand stage where legends are made and dreams come true!"
The camera zooms in on Dude's face as he pauses for a moment, his eyes sparkling with wild intensity.
Dude: "But you know what's even crazier than that? The competition. Oh, man, it's gonna be wild! I've got some of the best, toughest, meanest, and most ruthless wrestlers in that ring with me, each one gunning for the same thing I am: that golden ticket to FWA. So, let me break it down for you, party people."
The scene cuts to a series of quick flashes showing each opponent: a hulking brute with a stern face, a masked high-flyer with an intense gaze, a technical wizard with a focused expression, a psychotic brawler wielding a sledgehammer, and a charismatic showman striking dramatic poses. The camera then returns to Dude, who is now sitting on the edge of a makeshift wrestling ring, holding the steel chair like a prize.
Dude: "First up, we've got Callum Throne. The muscle of the match. Dude, you're like a wrecking ball, right? But guess what? I've been crashing through walls and breaking through barriers for years. Your brute strength? That's cute. I'll be bouncing off chairs and flying through the air like a damn human comet! Your power's got nothing on THE ONE MAN PARTY!!"
The dude stands up and throws the chair over his shoulder, walking over to a stack of empty beer cans.
Dude: "Then there's Johnny Meep, the high-flyer with a mask that's almost as flashy as his moves. Yeah, I see you, buddy, soaring through the air with those acrobatics. But you know what? I've got moves of my own that'll make you dizzy. Just wait 'til I turn this ring into my personal trampoline park. Hope you can keep up, 'cause I'm ready to put on a show!"
The dude picks up a can, opens it, and takes a swig, savouring the drink as if it's the nectar of the gods.
Dude: "Next, we've got DOA, the guy who thinks she's got the perfect counter to everything. You know what, Dude? I appreciate the skill, but wrestling's not just about technique. It's about heart, guts, and the ability to improvise. And trust me, when the chairs come flying, and the tables start breaking, all that DOA is going to be RIP.
Dude casually kicks a pile of broken wood chips, sending them scattering across the floor.
Dude: "Oh, and don't forget about Jerek! The Dude who's always one step away from losing it completely. I've seen you with those weapons, and sure, it's intimidating. But I've been in more insane matches than I can count, and I've always come out on top. You think you can scare me? Nah, I thrive in chaos. Bring it on!"
The camera follows Dude as he makes his way to a corner of the room, where a collection of party decorations and streamers hang. He starts swinging a streamer around like a lasso, laughing as he does.
Dude: "And last but not least, we've got Bill Ballicker. The guy who thinks he's the star of the show. Sure, you've got charisma, and yeah, you know how to work a crowd. But this ain't about glitz and glamour. This is a street fight. No lights, no music, just raw, unfiltered mayhem. And when the dust settles, it's gonna be me standing in the middle of that ring, arms raised, with the contract to FWA in my hands."
Dude suddenly stops, his expression turning serious for a moment as he looks directly into the camera. His wild demeanour gives way to more focused intensity.
Dude: "Look, I know people say I'm a mess, that my lifestyle is a joke, and that I'm just a walking party machine. Maybe that's true. But what they don't see is the fire inside me. The hunger. The drive to prove that I'm more than just a party animal. I'm a damn good wrestler, and tonight, I'm gonna show the world what Dude is really made of."
He picks up the steel chair again and holds it above his head triumphantly.
Dude: "This chair, this ring, and all the chaos that's about to ensueโthis is my playground. This is where I thrive. I'm gonna turn this street fight into the greatest party of my career, and when the dust settles, I'll be the last man standing with that FWA contract in hand."
Dude tosses the chair aside, grabs a bottle of champagne, and pops the cork with a dramatic flourish, spraying the contents around the room.
Dude: "So, here's to the fight of a lifetime. Here's to the ultimate street brawl. Here's to every single one of you who's gonna be there to witness the madness. And here's to me, Dude, the wildest party animal to ever step into a wrestling ring. Get ready, because this is gonna be one hell of a show!"
The scene fades out with Dude taking a swig from the champagne bottle, raising it in a toast to the camera. The neon lights flicker as the punk rock anthem reaches a crescendo, and the screen fades to black with the text "Dude: The Party Has Just Begun" appearing in bold, electrifying letters. The promo ends with the sounds of the party continuing in the background, leaving the audience with a final image of Dude's confident, unhinged smile.
