Oh god, where to begin? I'm going to assume DZ and D'Z get 24 hours together since that is technically the definition of a day and I'm sure DZ will be as amped to hang with me as I am him.
So I'm thinking we could kick it midnight to midnight. I would invite him over and we can start with some pregaming. I'll have some bottles of dos equis chilled (seems like the beer he would be in to) and we could get to know each other a little before heading out to the club. I tell some jokes and he is clearly interested as we stare deep into each others eyes before we both awkwardly look away, shy and ready to leave for the evening. We hit up some strip clubs until about 6 am when I decide its time for some breakfast. We go to Dennys and talk about how this could be the start of the greatest friendship of all time if not for the 1 day restraints. He tells me he wants to be BFFs but I put one finger on his lips to shh him. "Listen, DZ, we only have 24 hours together and that's that!"
We leave Dennys and DZ makes a 'just the tip' reference and we both laugh about how awesome Archer is. I tell him he should structure his character around Archer and he agrees (he eventually wins the WWE Championship with this gimmick months later and gives me a shout out on national tv during his celebration speech). Its 8 AM and I think to myself how great it is that only 1/3 of my time with DZ has passed. I ask Ziggler what he wants to do and he informs me this is my dream date and he is new to CA, so I make the executive decision to head out to Monterey Bay for a day of fun. The drive, which may have seemed like a waste of our 24 hours, actually turns into the most rewarding part of the day as DZ tells me all sorts of stories and backstage gossip. He tells me about how he punks out CM Punk all the time and makes him carry his bags. I laugh, but DZ gives me a look and says "no seriously"
Finally we get to Monterey and have a great day at the aquarium (DZ will flinch as a shark comes near the glass before realizing it can't get him. we will share a laugh) eating lunch and finally sharing a walk along the beach. Ziggler realizes it is only 10 PM and wants to know what we can do for the last two hours. I decide the best course of action will be to film a beach workout montage ala Rocky. He agrees and rips his shirt off. I feint, hit my head and spend the last 2 hours of my day with DZ in the hospital. I awake from the coma weeks later and DZ is nowhere to be found. Some friends and family explain to me that he stuck by my bed until he was forced to leave at midnight, but the rules said he had to go at that point. I ask if we have the video from our training montage but they say we never even got to film it because of my accident. I turn on the TV to see Ziggler winning the WWE Championship with my Archer gimmick. Things begin to turn black as the injuries I sustained from the fall begin to take me. As I fade to black I hear Ziggler giving me my shout out for inspiring him and I die the happiest little boy in all of the land.
