Post by Dustin Beaver on Sept 28, 2015 0:06:54 GMT -5
Sunday September 20th, 10:15 pm
The shot opens with Dustin Beaver sitting at his locker in the Garret Coliseum after Slam, holding his head in his hands. He had done it; Beaver had finally picked up his first win. Well, technically not his first win, but the first win where he was the one to get the finish. When a red hot Rico Rojas had tumbled to the outside, Beavs knew that that was the best chance he was going to have. He had put ‘That’s a Wrap’ on Bad News Benson so tight that it felt like Benson’s head was going to pop like a grape. And then just like that, Benson gave up and Beaver had done it. After the bell was rang, there was not a lot of fanfare for Beavs’ win, but after last week, he knew and understood that that was likely going to be the scenario. The reaction of others mattered little to him, for right now his wrestling journey was all about establishing himself to a point where he could get into feuds and storylines with people in WCF that had legitimacy to their name. The timing of the win couldn’t be any better, the last Slam before War, he needed some momentum heading into a match where he was going to be taking on who knows how many other competitors. Beaver’s silent contemplation was broken by a door slamming behind him.
Liam Gagnon: “You fucking did it, kid! I knew you could do it!”
Dustin Beaver: “I told you I wasn’t going to let you and my Beavlievers down, that match was mine as soon as it started!”
Gags shook his head in acknowledgement of this.
Gags: “I’m proud of you, Beavs. You didn’t listen to your detractors out there, you put in the work, you believed, excuse me, Beavlieved in yourself, and you went out there and did what needed to be done.”
DB: “Just like you drew it up, boss. And now War in two weeks, I can’t wait to be in that match!”
Gags: “Gee I don’t know, kid. Do you think you’re ready to be in a match, like War?”
DB: “What the hell do you mean, Gags? Of course I’m ready for that!”
Gags: “I’m just saying, Beavs. There are going to be former champions and legends of the WCF in that match. They’re not going to care if you’re young or new. They’re going to be looking for blood right out of the gate, with a shot at the World Title on the line. I just don’t know if that’s something you’re going to be prepared for with just a little over a month of experience under your belt.”
DB: “Oh come on, Gags. What do I have to lose by entering the War match?”
Gags: “Well don’t forget about what happened to poor Scarecrow not too long ago, I just don’t want that happening to you, Beavs.”
DB: “Gags, you’re being overdramatic, my man. We just need to do some extra hard training this week. You can’t actually want me to stop the momentum I have going right now. A title shot and then a big win at the Slam right before War? You have to see that I’m ready to take that next step!”
Gags: “I mean, I can’t really argue with what you’ve been doing out there. I guess I just wasn’t anticipating you being ready so soon for a match of this magnitude. But here you are, and I don’t think you’re going to be a chump and get knocked out of that match right away either. I can see you making some waves in that match with what you just delivered tonight.”
DB: “Damn right you can see that, Gags. Come on let’s get the hell out of here and go celebrate my win at a townie bar or something. Drinks are on me!”
Gags: “Sounds good, just no repeat of last week, got me?”
DB: “Oh Gags, you’re a funny guy. But yeah, let’s not do that again.”
Monday September 21st, 10:30 am
Dustin Beaver is running the ropes at ‘The 6 Wrestling School’ practicing some running attacks. He’s been hard at work since just after 8 that morning, looking like a man possessed. Gags is standing at ringside taking in the work that Beavs has been putting in.
Gags: “Good Beavs, make sure you pop right back up after that flying clothesline, you’ll want to keep that offense going with an arm drag or something similar just after that. Never give them a moment to rest.”
DB: “Got it, boss. How did the clothesline itself look?”
Gags: “Looked great, how did it feel there, fella?”
Beaver’s training partner was still rubbing his chest.
Training Partner: “Oh, it hurt. It fucking hurt, ha ha.”
Gags: “Heh good, let’s take a short break.”
Beaver and his training partner jump down from the ring and walk over to a waiting Gags with towels and water bottles in hand.
TP: “I gotta tell you, Beavs. When I first saw you walk in the doors of this place, I was thinking, great, here’s another piss pants kid who thinks he’s gonna do something in this business. But picking up a 4-way win in a WCF match is no joke, hopefully someone there will start taking notice.”
DB: “Yeah, that seems to be what everyone thought when I walked in here. But don’t worry about them taking notice of me. I’m going to use War as my platform to show that this kid is no fucking joke anymore. This is my time and everyone in WCF is going to become Beavlievers after all is said and done.”
TP: “I hope so, my man, but there are going to be some major players in that match.”
DB: “Oh I know, Gags and I already discussed that. But like I told him, I’m not backing down from any challenge. I’m here to fight anyone anytime and win matches. I don’t care who they are or what they’ve done in their wrestling career; this is ‘The Beavs’ time.”
TP: “Good for you, man. I for sure don’t want to be in that match. Too much violence and just sick twisted shit have happened in those War matches. When they say it’s a war, they fucking mean it.”
DB: “Good! It’ll be about time that I get to experience the REAL WCF. I’m a wrestler, bro. I want to experience everything that goes along with that title.”
Gags’ booming voice interrupts their conversation.
Gags: “Alright you two assholes, back in my ring!”
DB and TP (in unison): “Yes, sir!”
Monday September 21st, 8:45 pm
Beaver opens the front door of his house. He has finally just gotten home after finishing up training at ‘The 6’. His body aches and he honestly can’t remember the last time he had felt so drained of energy. Beavs drops his gear bag near the door, stumbles over to the nearest couch and flops on to it. Beaver manages, after a short struggle, to grab the remote off the coffee table and turn on the TV. To no surprise, a WCF recording is paused on the screen. Beaver’s life anymore was nothing but wrestling, even the ladies had taken a backseat to the business. Beaver stared at the paused screen for some time, content with laying on the couch in the silence. War, it’s true that he was very confident heading into the event, but the unknown of what he was facing did unnerve him a bit. Champions, legends, years of wrestling experience, guys who had done and seen everything there is in the wrestling industry. The more he thought about it, the more Beaver realized that this was going to be a major issue. He needed to come up with a way to scout, or at least study, every single opponent he was going to face in that match, or at least most of them. He knew he was going to be short on time but he also knew that with his years of experience, Gags would be able to come up with the resources to help Beavs with his concerns. Beaver closed his eyes and was asleep within seconds, the WCF broadcast still on pause.
Tuesday September 22nd, 4:15 pm
Beavs is sitting in the friendly confines of Gags’ office once again. Training has wrapped up for the day and he’s ready to discuss his concerns with Gags about War.
DB: “Gags, the training is going well and I’m amped for War still, but I realized last night that I know absolutely nothing about most of the people I’ll be going up against.”
Gags: “Ha, you are human after all, kid. I was actually hoping you’d get to this point. I’ve actually already come up with an idea for this. Follow me.”
With that, Gags stepped out of his office and down the now familiar hallway leading to ‘The Rage Room’. However, instead of going to the end of the hall and turning right, Gags stopped short of the end and went into what Beavs thought was a storage closet to the left. Gags flipped on the light, and Beaver was able to see that it in fact wasn’t a storage closet, but in the middle sat a massive oval, conference table. In front of the table was a dry erase board that spanned the entire length of the wall. To the right of the table, was a row of four fairly up-to-date looking computers with a printer sitting at the end closest to the door.
Gags: “This is appropriately named the War Room, Beavs. We use this to plan out storylines, track what’s going on in different feds, that type of shit. In this case, we’re going to write down all of the known War entrants for your match, and you’re going to do some research and tell me something about who they are. After that, I want you to do a mini shoot for each person, think you can handle that?”
DB: “I guess so, Gags. There’s a shit load of people in that match, though!”
Gags: “Well I guess you better get started right away then, huh?”
Beaver was ready to voice his complaints but as soon as he opened his mouth, Gags gave him the glare that made Beavs realize he should shut up and get to it. Beaver walked over to the nearest computer, sat down and began to work.
Tuesday September 22nd, 7:30 pm
Gags: Alright kid, you’ve had over three hours to figure some shit out. It’s time to get over here and show what you’ve got.”
A drained looking Beaver slowly stood up from his chair and made his way over to a seat at the conference table, with a stack of papers in hand. Beaver sat there for about a minute, just staring at the table, Gags waiting for him to speak.
Gags: “Well, you got something for me or not?”
Without warning, Beaver threw the papers into the air, sending them in every direction.
DB: “You know what, I don’t fucking care anymore who is in this damn match! I’ve been busting my ass for weeks now, training and being in matches and having horrible fucking bar experiences. It could be anyone from Adam Young to Jay Omega, if they get in my way; I’m going to throw everything I have left in my body at them. I’m young so I have a lot more energy than a lot of these old bastards you see in the WCF, still trying to hang on to the dream. And speaking of which, you know what legends are, Gags? They’re people who used to be the best, USED to be, Gags. I’m the here and now, whether people around here like it or not. I don’t show up once in a blue fucking moon for one match and go, “Oh, my work here is done.” They best Beavlieve that I’m not leaving right after War to do whatever the fuck. You know what’s going to happen for me after War, Gags? I’m going to be right back in this same fucking building, training even harder, busting my ass even more, because win or lose, I’m going to get better. I’m going to keep trying my best week in and week out until my Beavlievers out there are screaming and shouting my name in every arena I step foot in so loud, that every other wrestler needs to buy a lifetime supply of fucking ear plugs just to tolerate being anywhere near me. So you know what you can do with these pages of wrestler info and that dry erase board, Gags? Whatever the hell you want, because I am fucking out of here.”
Without waiting for a reaction from Gags, Beaver stood up and stormed out of the room. Beavs continued marching right out of the front door of ‘The 6’ and into his Escalade. Beaver then pulled his phone out and called one of ‘his regular’ girls. The phone rang once and then picked up.
Girl: “Hey you.”
DB: “You’re coming over to my place tonight, be there in an hour.”
Beaver then hung up the phone, not waiting for her reply. He threw the phone into the passenger seat, started up the Escalade and like he had been doing a lot recently, peeled out of the parking lot.
Tuesday September 22nd, 8:45 pm
Beaver was now relaxing at home, wearing his purple silk robe with the pink ‘DB’ embroidery. He hadn’t heard from Gags since he raged out of ‘The 6’ that evening. Beavs felt bad for leaving Gags hanging there after waiting for Beaver to finish all of that research, but Beavs had reached his limit. He was 100% serious into being a legitimate wrestler now, but he could only take so much business without having any leisure time. Reading those damn biographies of all of those wrestlers, all of the years they had been wrestling, all of those feuds, all of those titles, it only made Beaver feel even more anxious about his participation in War.
DB: “Ugh, what the fuck am I doing?”
Beavs was supposed to be relaxing away from wrestling, and other people that could talk about wrestling, for a change. And yet here he was, still thinking about War, still thinking about the carnage that was sure to come from that kind of match. Even in his relaxation time Beaver could no longer escape it. And he still had to talk to Gags; he could only imagine what kind of ‘motivational’ speech or tactics Gags would use after Beaver’s display that day. Beavs had never just up and left during training before, he wasn’t aware of a policy against it, but he knew the obvious truth that it was something that just shouldn’t be done. Beaver decided to give Gags a call then, before trying to go back to ‘The 6’ the next day. The phone rang four times before going to a voicemail.
Gags’ Voice: “Hi you’ve reached Liam Gagnon, head trainer of ‘The 6 Wrestling School’. Please leave your name, number, and a short message and I will get back to you as soon as possible, thank you.”
*Beep*
DB: “Hey Gags, it’s Beavs. I realize that you’re probably super pissed off at me but I wanted to let you know that I’m sorry and that I’ll never leave training early again for any reason, without your say so. I just reached the breaking point today and unfortunately I decided that I just didn’t want to be there anymore. But um yeah, sorry again, and I’ll see you tomorrow at the normal time. Bye.”
With that, Beaver hung up the phone. He was glad that he had made the call, but still felt that his voicemail didn’t lead him any closer to a happier Gags. It was bad enough that he was going to have all these charged up wrestlers looking for blood, but now he had created a hostile character in his own training camp. While these feelings of doom were going through Beavs’ head, the doorbell rang.
DB: “Good, it’s finally time to get it in.”
Wednesday September 23rd, 7:55 am
Beaver stared at the entrance door to ‘The 6 Wrestling School’. He hadn’t been dreading anything this much for quite some time. He reached for the door and almost immediately pulled his hand away.
DB: “Damn it, Beavs. I’m going to have to open this damn door sometime.”
Beaver covered his eyes with his hand and slowly pulled the door open. After hearing the door close behind him, Beavs put his hand down and was immediately greeted by the piercing gaze of a livid looking Gags.
Gags: “Are you done throwing your little fucking tantrum?”
DB: “Gags, I’m sorry, I won’t pull that shit on you EVER again.”
Gags: “You’re damn right you won’t, I’ll throw your ass out of here faster than you can say ‘shit’.”
Beaver continued to stand there, waiting for more of the incoming onslaught.
Gags: “Lucky for you, everybody gets one and we still have to get your skinny ass ready for this damn clusterfuck you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Beaver heavily exhaled after hearing this fantastic news.
DB: “Just tell me what you want me to do right now and it’s done, boss.”
Gags: “Get in my ring and start running those ropes, kid. You’ll be doing that for a few hours, so pace yourself.”
Wednesday September 23rd, 6:05 pm
Beaver’s long day of training had finally come to an end. Gags had beaten him down more than Beavs had ever thought was possible. As Beavs was hobbling towards the locker room, he passed by the hallway leading to ‘The Rage Room’. Beaver looked around and saw that most people had already gone home for the night. Beavs made his way down the hallway and stared into the room of all red. He glanced at the camera; Beaver still felt that he had quite a bit to get off his chest about his feelings on War. Beaver pressed the little button and stood in front of the camera.
DB: “You know, I snapped yesterday. I sat there, staring at a computer with the names of the people who are going to be in War, and something inside me couldn’t handle trying to process just what I’m about to get myself into. I saw former champions, legends, people who are just fucking good at what they do, and who am I? I’m some guy who two months ago had absolutely nothing to do with wrestling. But you know what I do bring to the table? I already believe in my own ability to go out there and wrestle well enough to beat anyone at any time. I believe in that so much that I gave it its own name, Beavlieve. Beavlieving isn’t just something that I go around saying, “Oh Beavlieve in this, Beavlieve in that.” No, I Beavlieve that one day I will be the best. I will have thousands, no millions, of others who are right there with me, chanting my name, knowing who their favorite wrestler in the world is, my Beavlievers. And when those Beavlievers join me and we unite, we will form an unstoppable force that will be able to conquer not just the WCF, but worlds. My Beavlievers will be such a dominant power that we will have to claim our own lands for me to rule over all of my brethren. Yes, right now I’m only getting better. I’m training hard, I’m working hard, and I’m getting experience in this business. And when I reach my peak, oh you won’t want to be there, it will be such a momentous occasion that nothing will have been experienced like it before and you will only be able to cower in awe. So go ahead, talk shit about ‘The Beavs’ all you want just know that the Beaver Fever is spreading and it’s not going to stop until I want it to.”
Beaver’s stare lingered at the camera for a few moments longer before he walked over to it and turned it off. Without missing a beat, Beaver walked out of ‘The Rage Room’ and out of the front door of ‘The 6’ to the parking lot for his awaiting Escalade. Beavs did not think once about the promo he had just cut or wrestling at all in fact. His mind felt at ease for once, and he just decided to enjoy the feeling of being calm. Beaver arrived home, put on some Drake for background noise, and he sat there in his overstuffed leather recliner. He felt different; he didn’t feel the pressure of the upcoming War match. Beaver felt a sense of belonging, like wrestling was where he was supposed to be. Beavs always thought that he was an over-the-top kind of person when it came to personality. Even though he was new to it, professional wrestling felt like something that just came very naturally to him. The promo he had just cut, it was something that he felt like would make him feel ridiculous for putting out there, but thinking about it now, he was quite proud of it. Ha, his Beavlievers. He wondered just how many people were starting to take him seriously, or even enjoyed watching him perform. Could he really have Beavlievers out there already? He thought that there had to be worse wrestlers that have fans, why shouldn’t he have some Beavlievers already? This thought gave Beaver an idea that he was going to try to implement in the near future. But for the meantime, he decided that he should get some well-deserved rest so he could perform at his best for practice the next day. Beavs headed off to bed, not a worry in his head.
Thursday September 24th, 12:15 pm
Beaver was practicing some grapple transitions with Gags in the practice ring at ‘The 6’. Beavs felt like he was firing on all cylinders today, every move he did seem to flow right into the next move he wanted to do.
Gags: “Perfect, kid. Your movement is really smooth today, like you’ve been doing this for years!”
DB: “What can I say? I just have to Beavlieve that I can do it!”
Gags: “That you do, Beavs. Let’s break for lunch; I actually have something I wanna ask you about.”
DB: “Sounds good, what did you want to ask me about, Gags?”
Gags looked curiously at Beaver.
Gags: “I was checking the camera in ‘The Rage Room’ for another guy this morning before we started, and I noticed an interesting promo in the recorded feed.”
DB: “Oh yeah, that. Sorry, I had just wanted to get some stuff off my chest and I felt like that was the perfect place to do it at the time. I won’t touch the camera again without asking you first, Gags.”
Gags: “No you’re fine, kid. I just wanted to say that I really liked it. It was, ha ha, a little theatrical…but I really think you might be on to something with the whole Beavlieve and Beavlievers thing.”
DB: “So you think I should probably tone it down a little bit, huh?”
Gags: “Quite the opposite, Beavs, I think I have an idea. How about you eat lunch then meet me in ‘The War Room’? Does half an hour sound like it will be enough time?”
Beaver was intrigued, he hadn’t planned on Gags seeing that promo, much less liking it and wanting to have a positive discussion about it.
DB: “Sure Gags, I’ll see you in thirty.”
Gags: “Great!”
With that Gags began to walk towards his office. Beaver stared after him, what in the world would Gags have planned after seeing the promo? Oh well, thought Beaver, it didn’t sound like anything to be worried about. Beavs would just have to wait and see, he couldn’t stop Beavlieving now!
The shot opens with Dustin Beaver sitting at his locker in the Garret Coliseum after Slam, holding his head in his hands. He had done it; Beaver had finally picked up his first win. Well, technically not his first win, but the first win where he was the one to get the finish. When a red hot Rico Rojas had tumbled to the outside, Beavs knew that that was the best chance he was going to have. He had put ‘That’s a Wrap’ on Bad News Benson so tight that it felt like Benson’s head was going to pop like a grape. And then just like that, Benson gave up and Beaver had done it. After the bell was rang, there was not a lot of fanfare for Beavs’ win, but after last week, he knew and understood that that was likely going to be the scenario. The reaction of others mattered little to him, for right now his wrestling journey was all about establishing himself to a point where he could get into feuds and storylines with people in WCF that had legitimacy to their name. The timing of the win couldn’t be any better, the last Slam before War, he needed some momentum heading into a match where he was going to be taking on who knows how many other competitors. Beaver’s silent contemplation was broken by a door slamming behind him.
Liam Gagnon: “You fucking did it, kid! I knew you could do it!”
Dustin Beaver: “I told you I wasn’t going to let you and my Beavlievers down, that match was mine as soon as it started!”
Gags shook his head in acknowledgement of this.
Gags: “I’m proud of you, Beavs. You didn’t listen to your detractors out there, you put in the work, you believed, excuse me, Beavlieved in yourself, and you went out there and did what needed to be done.”
DB: “Just like you drew it up, boss. And now War in two weeks, I can’t wait to be in that match!”
Gags: “Gee I don’t know, kid. Do you think you’re ready to be in a match, like War?”
DB: “What the hell do you mean, Gags? Of course I’m ready for that!”
Gags: “I’m just saying, Beavs. There are going to be former champions and legends of the WCF in that match. They’re not going to care if you’re young or new. They’re going to be looking for blood right out of the gate, with a shot at the World Title on the line. I just don’t know if that’s something you’re going to be prepared for with just a little over a month of experience under your belt.”
DB: “Oh come on, Gags. What do I have to lose by entering the War match?”
Gags: “Well don’t forget about what happened to poor Scarecrow not too long ago, I just don’t want that happening to you, Beavs.”
DB: “Gags, you’re being overdramatic, my man. We just need to do some extra hard training this week. You can’t actually want me to stop the momentum I have going right now. A title shot and then a big win at the Slam right before War? You have to see that I’m ready to take that next step!”
Gags: “I mean, I can’t really argue with what you’ve been doing out there. I guess I just wasn’t anticipating you being ready so soon for a match of this magnitude. But here you are, and I don’t think you’re going to be a chump and get knocked out of that match right away either. I can see you making some waves in that match with what you just delivered tonight.”
DB: “Damn right you can see that, Gags. Come on let’s get the hell out of here and go celebrate my win at a townie bar or something. Drinks are on me!”
Gags: “Sounds good, just no repeat of last week, got me?”
DB: “Oh Gags, you’re a funny guy. But yeah, let’s not do that again.”
Monday September 21st, 10:30 am
Dustin Beaver is running the ropes at ‘The 6 Wrestling School’ practicing some running attacks. He’s been hard at work since just after 8 that morning, looking like a man possessed. Gags is standing at ringside taking in the work that Beavs has been putting in.
Gags: “Good Beavs, make sure you pop right back up after that flying clothesline, you’ll want to keep that offense going with an arm drag or something similar just after that. Never give them a moment to rest.”
DB: “Got it, boss. How did the clothesline itself look?”
Gags: “Looked great, how did it feel there, fella?”
Beaver’s training partner was still rubbing his chest.
Training Partner: “Oh, it hurt. It fucking hurt, ha ha.”
Gags: “Heh good, let’s take a short break.”
Beaver and his training partner jump down from the ring and walk over to a waiting Gags with towels and water bottles in hand.
TP: “I gotta tell you, Beavs. When I first saw you walk in the doors of this place, I was thinking, great, here’s another piss pants kid who thinks he’s gonna do something in this business. But picking up a 4-way win in a WCF match is no joke, hopefully someone there will start taking notice.”
DB: “Yeah, that seems to be what everyone thought when I walked in here. But don’t worry about them taking notice of me. I’m going to use War as my platform to show that this kid is no fucking joke anymore. This is my time and everyone in WCF is going to become Beavlievers after all is said and done.”
TP: “I hope so, my man, but there are going to be some major players in that match.”
DB: “Oh I know, Gags and I already discussed that. But like I told him, I’m not backing down from any challenge. I’m here to fight anyone anytime and win matches. I don’t care who they are or what they’ve done in their wrestling career; this is ‘The Beavs’ time.”
TP: “Good for you, man. I for sure don’t want to be in that match. Too much violence and just sick twisted shit have happened in those War matches. When they say it’s a war, they fucking mean it.”
DB: “Good! It’ll be about time that I get to experience the REAL WCF. I’m a wrestler, bro. I want to experience everything that goes along with that title.”
Gags’ booming voice interrupts their conversation.
Gags: “Alright you two assholes, back in my ring!”
DB and TP (in unison): “Yes, sir!”
Monday September 21st, 8:45 pm
Beaver opens the front door of his house. He has finally just gotten home after finishing up training at ‘The 6’. His body aches and he honestly can’t remember the last time he had felt so drained of energy. Beavs drops his gear bag near the door, stumbles over to the nearest couch and flops on to it. Beaver manages, after a short struggle, to grab the remote off the coffee table and turn on the TV. To no surprise, a WCF recording is paused on the screen. Beaver’s life anymore was nothing but wrestling, even the ladies had taken a backseat to the business. Beaver stared at the paused screen for some time, content with laying on the couch in the silence. War, it’s true that he was very confident heading into the event, but the unknown of what he was facing did unnerve him a bit. Champions, legends, years of wrestling experience, guys who had done and seen everything there is in the wrestling industry. The more he thought about it, the more Beaver realized that this was going to be a major issue. He needed to come up with a way to scout, or at least study, every single opponent he was going to face in that match, or at least most of them. He knew he was going to be short on time but he also knew that with his years of experience, Gags would be able to come up with the resources to help Beavs with his concerns. Beaver closed his eyes and was asleep within seconds, the WCF broadcast still on pause.
Tuesday September 22nd, 4:15 pm
Beavs is sitting in the friendly confines of Gags’ office once again. Training has wrapped up for the day and he’s ready to discuss his concerns with Gags about War.
DB: “Gags, the training is going well and I’m amped for War still, but I realized last night that I know absolutely nothing about most of the people I’ll be going up against.”
Gags: “Ha, you are human after all, kid. I was actually hoping you’d get to this point. I’ve actually already come up with an idea for this. Follow me.”
With that, Gags stepped out of his office and down the now familiar hallway leading to ‘The Rage Room’. However, instead of going to the end of the hall and turning right, Gags stopped short of the end and went into what Beavs thought was a storage closet to the left. Gags flipped on the light, and Beaver was able to see that it in fact wasn’t a storage closet, but in the middle sat a massive oval, conference table. In front of the table was a dry erase board that spanned the entire length of the wall. To the right of the table, was a row of four fairly up-to-date looking computers with a printer sitting at the end closest to the door.
Gags: “This is appropriately named the War Room, Beavs. We use this to plan out storylines, track what’s going on in different feds, that type of shit. In this case, we’re going to write down all of the known War entrants for your match, and you’re going to do some research and tell me something about who they are. After that, I want you to do a mini shoot for each person, think you can handle that?”
DB: “I guess so, Gags. There’s a shit load of people in that match, though!”
Gags: “Well I guess you better get started right away then, huh?”
Beaver was ready to voice his complaints but as soon as he opened his mouth, Gags gave him the glare that made Beavs realize he should shut up and get to it. Beaver walked over to the nearest computer, sat down and began to work.
Tuesday September 22nd, 7:30 pm
Gags: Alright kid, you’ve had over three hours to figure some shit out. It’s time to get over here and show what you’ve got.”
A drained looking Beaver slowly stood up from his chair and made his way over to a seat at the conference table, with a stack of papers in hand. Beaver sat there for about a minute, just staring at the table, Gags waiting for him to speak.
Gags: “Well, you got something for me or not?”
Without warning, Beaver threw the papers into the air, sending them in every direction.
DB: “You know what, I don’t fucking care anymore who is in this damn match! I’ve been busting my ass for weeks now, training and being in matches and having horrible fucking bar experiences. It could be anyone from Adam Young to Jay Omega, if they get in my way; I’m going to throw everything I have left in my body at them. I’m young so I have a lot more energy than a lot of these old bastards you see in the WCF, still trying to hang on to the dream. And speaking of which, you know what legends are, Gags? They’re people who used to be the best, USED to be, Gags. I’m the here and now, whether people around here like it or not. I don’t show up once in a blue fucking moon for one match and go, “Oh, my work here is done.” They best Beavlieve that I’m not leaving right after War to do whatever the fuck. You know what’s going to happen for me after War, Gags? I’m going to be right back in this same fucking building, training even harder, busting my ass even more, because win or lose, I’m going to get better. I’m going to keep trying my best week in and week out until my Beavlievers out there are screaming and shouting my name in every arena I step foot in so loud, that every other wrestler needs to buy a lifetime supply of fucking ear plugs just to tolerate being anywhere near me. So you know what you can do with these pages of wrestler info and that dry erase board, Gags? Whatever the hell you want, because I am fucking out of here.”
Without waiting for a reaction from Gags, Beaver stood up and stormed out of the room. Beavs continued marching right out of the front door of ‘The 6’ and into his Escalade. Beaver then pulled his phone out and called one of ‘his regular’ girls. The phone rang once and then picked up.
Girl: “Hey you.”
DB: “You’re coming over to my place tonight, be there in an hour.”
Beaver then hung up the phone, not waiting for her reply. He threw the phone into the passenger seat, started up the Escalade and like he had been doing a lot recently, peeled out of the parking lot.
Tuesday September 22nd, 8:45 pm
Beaver was now relaxing at home, wearing his purple silk robe with the pink ‘DB’ embroidery. He hadn’t heard from Gags since he raged out of ‘The 6’ that evening. Beavs felt bad for leaving Gags hanging there after waiting for Beaver to finish all of that research, but Beavs had reached his limit. He was 100% serious into being a legitimate wrestler now, but he could only take so much business without having any leisure time. Reading those damn biographies of all of those wrestlers, all of the years they had been wrestling, all of those feuds, all of those titles, it only made Beaver feel even more anxious about his participation in War.
DB: “Ugh, what the fuck am I doing?”
Beavs was supposed to be relaxing away from wrestling, and other people that could talk about wrestling, for a change. And yet here he was, still thinking about War, still thinking about the carnage that was sure to come from that kind of match. Even in his relaxation time Beaver could no longer escape it. And he still had to talk to Gags; he could only imagine what kind of ‘motivational’ speech or tactics Gags would use after Beaver’s display that day. Beavs had never just up and left during training before, he wasn’t aware of a policy against it, but he knew the obvious truth that it was something that just shouldn’t be done. Beaver decided to give Gags a call then, before trying to go back to ‘The 6’ the next day. The phone rang four times before going to a voicemail.
Gags’ Voice: “Hi you’ve reached Liam Gagnon, head trainer of ‘The 6 Wrestling School’. Please leave your name, number, and a short message and I will get back to you as soon as possible, thank you.”
*Beep*
DB: “Hey Gags, it’s Beavs. I realize that you’re probably super pissed off at me but I wanted to let you know that I’m sorry and that I’ll never leave training early again for any reason, without your say so. I just reached the breaking point today and unfortunately I decided that I just didn’t want to be there anymore. But um yeah, sorry again, and I’ll see you tomorrow at the normal time. Bye.”
With that, Beaver hung up the phone. He was glad that he had made the call, but still felt that his voicemail didn’t lead him any closer to a happier Gags. It was bad enough that he was going to have all these charged up wrestlers looking for blood, but now he had created a hostile character in his own training camp. While these feelings of doom were going through Beavs’ head, the doorbell rang.
DB: “Good, it’s finally time to get it in.”
Wednesday September 23rd, 7:55 am
Beaver stared at the entrance door to ‘The 6 Wrestling School’. He hadn’t been dreading anything this much for quite some time. He reached for the door and almost immediately pulled his hand away.
DB: “Damn it, Beavs. I’m going to have to open this damn door sometime.”
Beaver covered his eyes with his hand and slowly pulled the door open. After hearing the door close behind him, Beavs put his hand down and was immediately greeted by the piercing gaze of a livid looking Gags.
Gags: “Are you done throwing your little fucking tantrum?”
DB: “Gags, I’m sorry, I won’t pull that shit on you EVER again.”
Gags: “You’re damn right you won’t, I’ll throw your ass out of here faster than you can say ‘shit’.”
Beaver continued to stand there, waiting for more of the incoming onslaught.
Gags: “Lucky for you, everybody gets one and we still have to get your skinny ass ready for this damn clusterfuck you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Beaver heavily exhaled after hearing this fantastic news.
DB: “Just tell me what you want me to do right now and it’s done, boss.”
Gags: “Get in my ring and start running those ropes, kid. You’ll be doing that for a few hours, so pace yourself.”
Wednesday September 23rd, 6:05 pm
Beaver’s long day of training had finally come to an end. Gags had beaten him down more than Beavs had ever thought was possible. As Beavs was hobbling towards the locker room, he passed by the hallway leading to ‘The Rage Room’. Beaver looked around and saw that most people had already gone home for the night. Beavs made his way down the hallway and stared into the room of all red. He glanced at the camera; Beaver still felt that he had quite a bit to get off his chest about his feelings on War. Beaver pressed the little button and stood in front of the camera.
DB: “You know, I snapped yesterday. I sat there, staring at a computer with the names of the people who are going to be in War, and something inside me couldn’t handle trying to process just what I’m about to get myself into. I saw former champions, legends, people who are just fucking good at what they do, and who am I? I’m some guy who two months ago had absolutely nothing to do with wrestling. But you know what I do bring to the table? I already believe in my own ability to go out there and wrestle well enough to beat anyone at any time. I believe in that so much that I gave it its own name, Beavlieve. Beavlieving isn’t just something that I go around saying, “Oh Beavlieve in this, Beavlieve in that.” No, I Beavlieve that one day I will be the best. I will have thousands, no millions, of others who are right there with me, chanting my name, knowing who their favorite wrestler in the world is, my Beavlievers. And when those Beavlievers join me and we unite, we will form an unstoppable force that will be able to conquer not just the WCF, but worlds. My Beavlievers will be such a dominant power that we will have to claim our own lands for me to rule over all of my brethren. Yes, right now I’m only getting better. I’m training hard, I’m working hard, and I’m getting experience in this business. And when I reach my peak, oh you won’t want to be there, it will be such a momentous occasion that nothing will have been experienced like it before and you will only be able to cower in awe. So go ahead, talk shit about ‘The Beavs’ all you want just know that the Beaver Fever is spreading and it’s not going to stop until I want it to.”
Beaver’s stare lingered at the camera for a few moments longer before he walked over to it and turned it off. Without missing a beat, Beaver walked out of ‘The Rage Room’ and out of the front door of ‘The 6’ to the parking lot for his awaiting Escalade. Beavs did not think once about the promo he had just cut or wrestling at all in fact. His mind felt at ease for once, and he just decided to enjoy the feeling of being calm. Beaver arrived home, put on some Drake for background noise, and he sat there in his overstuffed leather recliner. He felt different; he didn’t feel the pressure of the upcoming War match. Beaver felt a sense of belonging, like wrestling was where he was supposed to be. Beavs always thought that he was an over-the-top kind of person when it came to personality. Even though he was new to it, professional wrestling felt like something that just came very naturally to him. The promo he had just cut, it was something that he felt like would make him feel ridiculous for putting out there, but thinking about it now, he was quite proud of it. Ha, his Beavlievers. He wondered just how many people were starting to take him seriously, or even enjoyed watching him perform. Could he really have Beavlievers out there already? He thought that there had to be worse wrestlers that have fans, why shouldn’t he have some Beavlievers already? This thought gave Beaver an idea that he was going to try to implement in the near future. But for the meantime, he decided that he should get some well-deserved rest so he could perform at his best for practice the next day. Beavs headed off to bed, not a worry in his head.
Thursday September 24th, 12:15 pm
Beaver was practicing some grapple transitions with Gags in the practice ring at ‘The 6’. Beavs felt like he was firing on all cylinders today, every move he did seem to flow right into the next move he wanted to do.
Gags: “Perfect, kid. Your movement is really smooth today, like you’ve been doing this for years!”
DB: “What can I say? I just have to Beavlieve that I can do it!”
Gags: “That you do, Beavs. Let’s break for lunch; I actually have something I wanna ask you about.”
DB: “Sounds good, what did you want to ask me about, Gags?”
Gags looked curiously at Beaver.
Gags: “I was checking the camera in ‘The Rage Room’ for another guy this morning before we started, and I noticed an interesting promo in the recorded feed.”
DB: “Oh yeah, that. Sorry, I had just wanted to get some stuff off my chest and I felt like that was the perfect place to do it at the time. I won’t touch the camera again without asking you first, Gags.”
Gags: “No you’re fine, kid. I just wanted to say that I really liked it. It was, ha ha, a little theatrical…but I really think you might be on to something with the whole Beavlieve and Beavlievers thing.”
DB: “So you think I should probably tone it down a little bit, huh?”
Gags: “Quite the opposite, Beavs, I think I have an idea. How about you eat lunch then meet me in ‘The War Room’? Does half an hour sound like it will be enough time?”
Beaver was intrigued, he hadn’t planned on Gags seeing that promo, much less liking it and wanting to have a positive discussion about it.
DB: “Sure Gags, I’ll see you in thirty.”
Gags: “Great!”
With that Gags began to walk towards his office. Beaver stared after him, what in the world would Gags have planned after seeing the promo? Oh well, thought Beaver, it didn’t sound like anything to be worried about. Beavs would just have to wait and see, he couldn’t stop Beavlieving now!
