Post by Dustin Beaver on Oct 4, 2015 1:12:42 GMT -5
Thursday September 24th, 12:45 pm
Beaver was already seated in ‘The War Room’, waiting for Gags to walk in. Beavs knew that Gags had been around wrestling forever and had seen pretty much everything imaginable happen; he wondered what could be so interesting that Gags would want to have a meeting about it. Not more than two seconds after Beaver was thinking about this, Gags stormed into the room carrying a clipboard.
Liam Gagnon: “Alright kid, you’re going to need this here clipboard. Let’s get going, keep your wrestling gear on.”
Dustin Beaver: “Wait, what?! What’s happening? Where are we going? What am I doing? And why do I need this damn clipboard?!”
Gags: “I’ll explain it all in the car. Come on, get your ass up, we need to get started right away.”
Beavs had no idea what the hell was happening, but he wasn’t about to argue with someone that had just given him a second chance.
DB: “I’m right behind you, boss. You really want me to wear my wrestling gear?”
Gags: “I sure do, alright here we go.”
Beaver hopped into the passenger side of Gags’ Lincoln and Gags took his seat on the driver’s side. They were off and running.
Thursday September 24th, 2:15 pm
Gags had driven ‘The Beavs’ to the heart of downtown Toronto. It was a busy Thursday afternoon with people going back to work from lunch breaks and dealing with other various daily tasks. A very uncomfortable looking Beaver stood at the corner of a busy intersection, holding a clipboard. Gags’ great idea had been to hit the streets of Toronto to get Beaver’s name out there to people who might not necessarily be wrestling fans. Beavs recalled his great sales pitch for his idea:
Gags: “Come on, Beavs. You’re a likeable guy! It’s not like you’re that one asshole that everyone says you look like. What’s his name again? Is it Kyle Kelp or something like that, right?”
DB: “It’s Kyle Kemp, not that it matters. But I feel ridiculous, I mean trying to talk to strangers wearing my ring gear? I just don’t know about this, Gags.”
Gags: “Trust me, kid, this will be great. And you don’t really have a say in the matter because I’m telling you to do it. Now get your ass out there and get some signatures from your Beavlievers!”
DB: “Well what the hell am I supposed to do?!”
Gags: “Beavs calm down, just tell them who you are and cut a promo. Get all preachy like you did in ‘The Rage Room’ yesterday. Get everyone’s attention, do an introduction, then go crazy. You can do this!”
DB: “Alright Gags, I’ll give it my best shot.”
Here Beaver was, in his pink wrestling underwear and Air Yeezy 3s, about to try to earn some new Beavlievers by what he felt like was pimping himself out on a Toronto street corner. Beavs took a deep breath and began.
DB: “Ladies and gentlemen, please gather around I have something of great importance to share with all of you!”
A few people walking by turned to stare blankly at Beaver. The rest of the people continued on their way.
DB: “My name is Dustin Beaver; I am the next big superstar wrestler in the Wrestling Championship Federation. If you watch WCF, you’ve already seen me pick up a couple wins, including one last week in a 4 way battle, and I’m just getting started. And if you don’t watch WCF, well, let me give you one reason to start, me. I believe in my ability to entertain people night after night and to win match after match that I gave this belief in myself a name; I call this Beavlieve. I don’t need a tired one word “intimidating” name like, Obliviooooon or Torrrrrture, to make people think I’m some huge bad ass. I go in there, put on a show for all of you, whether it takes flying through the air, slamming people into a mat or choking them out in the middle of a ring, you will leave that arena and remember just how damn good that Beaver match was. You will in fact, remember it so fondly, that you will want to come back for more and more of the Beaver. I call you fans, my Beavlievers. And my Beavlievers, when you and the Beavs himself enter the next arena for me to put on my next amazing performance for you, we will continue to multiply. We will grow in numbers so large, that not one arena will be able to contain the Beavs and all his Beavlievers. No, we will have to form our own cities, then provinces, then countries, then continents. Eventually my Beavlievers, we will grow so immeasurably that not even this world alone will be able to hold us. We will have to build spaceships and travel to foreign worlds where we will gain alien Beavlievers and we’ll take over the galaxy! So my Beavlievers all you have to do is come over to where I’m standing and sign this clipboard, pledging that you are a Beavliever, and you will have joined the single greatest group of people you will ever be a part of!”
The few people that had turned to stare blankly at Beavs now began to walk away. Beaver thought that the speech may have been a bit over the top, but he was determined to still gain a few Beavlievers that day. A woman Beavs guessed to be in her 30s or 40s slowly approached Beaver as she was about to walk by him.
DB: “Hello ma’am, are you already a Beavliever?”
Woman: “What the hell did you just say to me?”
DB: “Um, I asked if you were a Beavliever, miss.”
Woman: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean. Get out of my way, please.”
DB: “Sorry, have a great day. Remember you just have Beavlieve!”
Woman: “Ok then.”
Thursday September 24th, 3:30 pm
Some time had passed. Beaver had been at this for over an hour now. The only signatures he had gotten so far were a group of five sixteen year old girls and a couple nice, old ladies. “Hey, at least seven is a lucky number!” he thought. Just then, Gags walked over to him with a sandwich in his hand.
Gags: “Hey Beavs, how’s it going over here? Did you get like a couple thousand signatures already, or what?”
DB: “I got seven. Is that enough for the day? I’m starting to get a little chilly out here.”
Gags: “Nah, you can do better than that. Just a couple more hours, this is good for your character, in and out of wrestling. You’ll get a few more signatures on that sheet, I can feel it.”
DB: “Alright boss, I Beavlieve that I can get it done!”
Gags: “That’s the spirit, kid. You keep taking it to ‘em!”
DB: “You bet I will!”
Gags looked down at his watch.
Gags: “Alright, I’ll see you in a couple hours then. Good luck, Beavs!”
With that, Gags turned around and walked back down the street. Beaver continued to smile at random passersby, many of which were giggling at him behind hand covered mouths. A man, Beavs guessed was in his mid to late 20s, was about to walk by. Beaver was ready with a greeting.
DB: “Hi there sir, are you currently a Beavliever?”
Man: “Ha ha, a what?”
DB: “A Beavliever, A Dustin Beaver fan.”
Man: “Who the hell is Dustin Beaver?”
DB: “Me actually, I’m a wrestler in WCF.”
Man: “Oh no shit, is Adam Young still around, he’s the absolute best!”
DB: “Uh yeah, he actually is, I think. It’s hard to keep track if he’s wrestling or introducing new people that are taking his place.”
Man: “Ha yeah, next legends of the game he’s introducing right there!”
DB: “Sure, but I’m actually going to be the future of the company. If you would kindly sign this to support me on that journey and become one of my Beavlievers, I would greatly appreciate it.”
Man: “Ha ha yeah right, bro, not with Adam Young still around. You can go fuck off, eh?”
DB: “Was that a question or a statement?”
Man: “I think more of a statement than anything. But yeah, go Adam Young and you can fuck off, please!”
After the last line of rousing praise for Adam Young, the man continued his way down the street. “Damn,” Beaver thought, “I might as well be Ultimate Destroyer or Bad News Benson, stomping people as I walk down the street or whatever stupid shit they do, because this is getting me nowhere fast.” A tween aged boy was the next one to approach Beavs. The boy’s tilted Blue Jays snapback made Beaver have a strong feeling of this interaction not going well.
DB: “Hey there, my man. Have you heard of Dustin Beaver?”
Boy: “Who the hell is that?”
DB: “It’s me; I’m a wrestler in WCF. If you would sign this paper here for me, I’d really appreciate it.”
Boy: “Well what’s on the paper?”
DB: “These are signatures of some of my fans, my Beavlievers.”
Boy: “Beavlievers? That sounds stupid, no thanks, I don’t want to be part of the stupid name club.”
DB: “No, Los Tiburones is a stupid name for one person. This group of people is legit; we’re going straight to the top!”
Boy: “Whatever, bruh. I’m not signing that stupid shit.”
DB: “Damn, you got a mouth on you, kid. You’re lucky your mommy isn’t around.”
Boy: “My mom is dead, you jerk!”
DB: “Really? Oh wow, I’m really sorry about that.”
Boy: “Ha ha, just kidding. You are stupid, damn.”
DB: “Alright well, have a good rest of your day, Satan Jr.”
Boy: “Whatever, asshat.”
With one final insult, the boy continued to wherever his destination was. This experience was starting to make Beaver feel down on himself. Beavs knew he wasn’t the nicest guy around, but shit, was he actually this big of a douche to random strangers? Maybe the lesson Gags was trying to get through to Beaver was to not be such a dick to people. But damn, if this is how all of his interactions go for the rest of his life, how’s he not going to be a dick to people! About 15 minutes went by until Beavs decided he’d try his luck again. This time it was a college girl Beaver guessed was in her late teens or early 20s, around the Beavs’ age. The girl had long blonde hair and was wearing what Beaver had seen was called the ‘white girl Han Solo outfit’, comprised of a long sleeve white shirt with a black sleeveless jacket over the top, tight blue jeans and thigh high brown leather boots. Beavs thought she made it look pretty damn good though.
DB: “Hey there, sexy. How are you doing today?”
Young woman: “Ha ha, like seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?”
DB: “Oh this get up? I’m actually a wrestler in the WCF, I’m Dustin Beaver.”
YW: “Ha sounds a lot like Just...”
Beaver cut her off before she could finish the name.
DB: “Yeah, I actually used to do a little impersonation work of him back in the day. Helped pay my bills, got me a nice home, and a sweet ride. Also gave me some spending money to take out hot girls, like yourself, on dates if you’d be interested in getting dinner with me tonight.”
YW: “Ew, you think I’d actually go out on a date with a guy that wears pink underwear on a busy ass public corner? Sorry there dude, thanks but no thanks.”
DB: “Well could you at least sign this clipboard for me? It’s just saying that you’re a fan of mine.”
YW: “Well I’m really not a fan of yours, but you’re brave enough to wear nothing but pink underwear on a busy street corner, so sure, why not.”
The girl quickly scribbled her name on to the next open spot on Beaver’s list of Beavlievers.
DB: “Well thanks for becoming a Beavliever, maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
YW: “Well I hate wrestling and you pretty much creep me out, but maybe, I guess!”
DB: “…Cool, see you.”
Beaver was through with yet another disastrous conversation, but at least he had gotten another signature out of that one. The next hour passed with very little success, save for a nice older couple passing by whom both signed it without even listening to his sales pitch.
Thursday September 24th, 5:45 pm
After what felt like forever, Gags finally came strolling back to where Beaver was. He had a sly grin on his face as he approached a weary looking Beavs.
Gags: “So kid, what’s the final tally?”
DB: “It looks like I managed to get a whole ten signatures, only one of which was a guy, and he looked older than the entire county of Canada.”
Gags: “Ha ha, that’s actually not too bad. It’s a better result than I thought you’d get!”
DB: “Come on, Gags, that’s barely even double fucking digits, this was not worth the time. I could have been training in the ring and getting my body ready for this fucking match coming up.”
Gags: “Kid, you need to look at the big picture here. You’re brand new, I hate to say it, but there’s a chance you might not be able to win War. And look what you did today? You got ten signatures! Shoot, I bet a lot of the people who signed that paper to be Beavlievers aren’t even wrestling fans. But guess what? They know who you are now and they might even start watching wrestling because of you. And just think about it. If those ten people each tell one other person about their experience talking to you today, they might want to watch wrestling too to see who the hell this guy standing on the corner was. And then if those new ten people tell one person each about you again, the number of Beavlievers you gain could grow exponentially!”
DB: “Damn Gags, I didn’t even think about it like that. I guess that could be possible.”
Gags: “Damn right it’s possible. Plus, you needed to work on your mic skills for describing who you are anyways. No better way than to pitch yourself to complete strangers, especially ones that probably don’t give a shit about wrestling!”
DB: “Gags, you sure are a clever old bastard. Not like anyone who’s in #Beachkrew because they’re just, well…bastards.”
Gags: “Ha yeah, I guess I can be pretty crafty sometimes.”
DB: “For real, now can we please go back to the school so I can change out of this fucking wrestling gear?”
Gags: “You got it, Beavs. I parked the car only a few blocks away.”
DB: “…you’re killing me, boss.”
Gags: “Come on, I already told you, this is all to build character. It’s good for you!”
Beaver shot Gags a displeased looking glance, and the two of them made their way towards Gag’s Lincoln. Beaver reflected on the experience he had just had. While it was for sure painful for most of it, he did manage to get ten signatures of new Beavlievers. While none of those people may ever watch wrestling in their lifetime, they would still know the name Dustin Beaver and that he was some wild wrestling character they had met out in public. Gags was right, at least a few of those ten people would tell their story of encountering Beavs to someone they know. Maybe Beaver had done a lot more than he thought that day, and it was just one afternoon. There was no way in hell he wanted to do that again anytime soon, but he now thought that maybe those publicity stunts really do have some value after all. After a chilly four city block walk, Beaver and Gags reached the Lincoln. Beaver jumped into the car as soon as he was able and began rubbing his hands together. Gags looked at Beavs and chuckled then started the drive back to ‘The 6’.
DB: “Hey Gags, did you ever do anything like that back when you were wrestling?”
Gags: “Eh, not exactly like that, but my wrestling gear only body has felt more than its fair share of cold Canadian days, I can guarantee you that.”
DB: “Damn Gags, well do you think it was worth it? I mean, did you get anything from those experiences?”
Gags: “Oh hell yeah I for sure did, kid. I wouldn’t have put you out there in the middle of downtown Toronto unless I felt like you would gain something from it. Do you feel like you gained anything from what you did out there today, Beavs?”
DB: “Well, I guess I learned that earning Beavlievers for sure isn’t going to come easy. I couldn’t even woo all the girls with my look and body out in the open like it was. And as far as the dudes go, I don’t know what I’m going to have to do there. I guess I could become some insane, hardcore wrestler, but I don’t think that seems like something you can just jump right into.”
Gags: “Yeah, I would for sure say it’s not, kid. But guess what? War is coming up and you’re in that match. Do whatever it takes, Beavs. I believe, ugh sorry, Beavlieve that you can win that match. But even if you don’t, make sure you make a statement. You put on a performance that leaves no doubts that you’re going to be a force in WCF for years to come. You have the look, you have the talent, and this is the experience you’ve been waiting for. On October 4th you go into Oklahoma and you make me proud, kid!”
DB: “I will, Gags, I Beavlieve!”
War was certainly on the horizon. Beavs was as ready for War as he was going to be.
Beaver was already seated in ‘The War Room’, waiting for Gags to walk in. Beavs knew that Gags had been around wrestling forever and had seen pretty much everything imaginable happen; he wondered what could be so interesting that Gags would want to have a meeting about it. Not more than two seconds after Beaver was thinking about this, Gags stormed into the room carrying a clipboard.
Liam Gagnon: “Alright kid, you’re going to need this here clipboard. Let’s get going, keep your wrestling gear on.”
Dustin Beaver: “Wait, what?! What’s happening? Where are we going? What am I doing? And why do I need this damn clipboard?!”
Gags: “I’ll explain it all in the car. Come on, get your ass up, we need to get started right away.”
Beavs had no idea what the hell was happening, but he wasn’t about to argue with someone that had just given him a second chance.
DB: “I’m right behind you, boss. You really want me to wear my wrestling gear?”
Gags: “I sure do, alright here we go.”
Beaver hopped into the passenger side of Gags’ Lincoln and Gags took his seat on the driver’s side. They were off and running.
Thursday September 24th, 2:15 pm
Gags had driven ‘The Beavs’ to the heart of downtown Toronto. It was a busy Thursday afternoon with people going back to work from lunch breaks and dealing with other various daily tasks. A very uncomfortable looking Beaver stood at the corner of a busy intersection, holding a clipboard. Gags’ great idea had been to hit the streets of Toronto to get Beaver’s name out there to people who might not necessarily be wrestling fans. Beavs recalled his great sales pitch for his idea:
Gags: “Come on, Beavs. You’re a likeable guy! It’s not like you’re that one asshole that everyone says you look like. What’s his name again? Is it Kyle Kelp or something like that, right?”
DB: “It’s Kyle Kemp, not that it matters. But I feel ridiculous, I mean trying to talk to strangers wearing my ring gear? I just don’t know about this, Gags.”
Gags: “Trust me, kid, this will be great. And you don’t really have a say in the matter because I’m telling you to do it. Now get your ass out there and get some signatures from your Beavlievers!”
DB: “Well what the hell am I supposed to do?!”
Gags: “Beavs calm down, just tell them who you are and cut a promo. Get all preachy like you did in ‘The Rage Room’ yesterday. Get everyone’s attention, do an introduction, then go crazy. You can do this!”
DB: “Alright Gags, I’ll give it my best shot.”
Here Beaver was, in his pink wrestling underwear and Air Yeezy 3s, about to try to earn some new Beavlievers by what he felt like was pimping himself out on a Toronto street corner. Beavs took a deep breath and began.
DB: “Ladies and gentlemen, please gather around I have something of great importance to share with all of you!”
A few people walking by turned to stare blankly at Beaver. The rest of the people continued on their way.
DB: “My name is Dustin Beaver; I am the next big superstar wrestler in the Wrestling Championship Federation. If you watch WCF, you’ve already seen me pick up a couple wins, including one last week in a 4 way battle, and I’m just getting started. And if you don’t watch WCF, well, let me give you one reason to start, me. I believe in my ability to entertain people night after night and to win match after match that I gave this belief in myself a name; I call this Beavlieve. I don’t need a tired one word “intimidating” name like, Obliviooooon or Torrrrrture, to make people think I’m some huge bad ass. I go in there, put on a show for all of you, whether it takes flying through the air, slamming people into a mat or choking them out in the middle of a ring, you will leave that arena and remember just how damn good that Beaver match was. You will in fact, remember it so fondly, that you will want to come back for more and more of the Beaver. I call you fans, my Beavlievers. And my Beavlievers, when you and the Beavs himself enter the next arena for me to put on my next amazing performance for you, we will continue to multiply. We will grow in numbers so large, that not one arena will be able to contain the Beavs and all his Beavlievers. No, we will have to form our own cities, then provinces, then countries, then continents. Eventually my Beavlievers, we will grow so immeasurably that not even this world alone will be able to hold us. We will have to build spaceships and travel to foreign worlds where we will gain alien Beavlievers and we’ll take over the galaxy! So my Beavlievers all you have to do is come over to where I’m standing and sign this clipboard, pledging that you are a Beavliever, and you will have joined the single greatest group of people you will ever be a part of!”
The few people that had turned to stare blankly at Beavs now began to walk away. Beaver thought that the speech may have been a bit over the top, but he was determined to still gain a few Beavlievers that day. A woman Beavs guessed to be in her 30s or 40s slowly approached Beaver as she was about to walk by him.
DB: “Hello ma’am, are you already a Beavliever?”
Woman: “What the hell did you just say to me?”
DB: “Um, I asked if you were a Beavliever, miss.”
Woman: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean. Get out of my way, please.”
DB: “Sorry, have a great day. Remember you just have Beavlieve!”
Woman: “Ok then.”
Thursday September 24th, 3:30 pm
Some time had passed. Beaver had been at this for over an hour now. The only signatures he had gotten so far were a group of five sixteen year old girls and a couple nice, old ladies. “Hey, at least seven is a lucky number!” he thought. Just then, Gags walked over to him with a sandwich in his hand.
Gags: “Hey Beavs, how’s it going over here? Did you get like a couple thousand signatures already, or what?”
DB: “I got seven. Is that enough for the day? I’m starting to get a little chilly out here.”
Gags: “Nah, you can do better than that. Just a couple more hours, this is good for your character, in and out of wrestling. You’ll get a few more signatures on that sheet, I can feel it.”
DB: “Alright boss, I Beavlieve that I can get it done!”
Gags: “That’s the spirit, kid. You keep taking it to ‘em!”
DB: “You bet I will!”
Gags looked down at his watch.
Gags: “Alright, I’ll see you in a couple hours then. Good luck, Beavs!”
With that, Gags turned around and walked back down the street. Beaver continued to smile at random passersby, many of which were giggling at him behind hand covered mouths. A man, Beavs guessed was in his mid to late 20s, was about to walk by. Beaver was ready with a greeting.
DB: “Hi there sir, are you currently a Beavliever?”
Man: “Ha ha, a what?”
DB: “A Beavliever, A Dustin Beaver fan.”
Man: “Who the hell is Dustin Beaver?”
DB: “Me actually, I’m a wrestler in WCF.”
Man: “Oh no shit, is Adam Young still around, he’s the absolute best!”
DB: “Uh yeah, he actually is, I think. It’s hard to keep track if he’s wrestling or introducing new people that are taking his place.”
Man: “Ha yeah, next legends of the game he’s introducing right there!”
DB: “Sure, but I’m actually going to be the future of the company. If you would kindly sign this to support me on that journey and become one of my Beavlievers, I would greatly appreciate it.”
Man: “Ha ha yeah right, bro, not with Adam Young still around. You can go fuck off, eh?”
DB: “Was that a question or a statement?”
Man: “I think more of a statement than anything. But yeah, go Adam Young and you can fuck off, please!”
After the last line of rousing praise for Adam Young, the man continued his way down the street. “Damn,” Beaver thought, “I might as well be Ultimate Destroyer or Bad News Benson, stomping people as I walk down the street or whatever stupid shit they do, because this is getting me nowhere fast.” A tween aged boy was the next one to approach Beavs. The boy’s tilted Blue Jays snapback made Beaver have a strong feeling of this interaction not going well.
DB: “Hey there, my man. Have you heard of Dustin Beaver?”
Boy: “Who the hell is that?”
DB: “It’s me; I’m a wrestler in WCF. If you would sign this paper here for me, I’d really appreciate it.”
Boy: “Well what’s on the paper?”
DB: “These are signatures of some of my fans, my Beavlievers.”
Boy: “Beavlievers? That sounds stupid, no thanks, I don’t want to be part of the stupid name club.”
DB: “No, Los Tiburones is a stupid name for one person. This group of people is legit; we’re going straight to the top!”
Boy: “Whatever, bruh. I’m not signing that stupid shit.”
DB: “Damn, you got a mouth on you, kid. You’re lucky your mommy isn’t around.”
Boy: “My mom is dead, you jerk!”
DB: “Really? Oh wow, I’m really sorry about that.”
Boy: “Ha ha, just kidding. You are stupid, damn.”
DB: “Alright well, have a good rest of your day, Satan Jr.”
Boy: “Whatever, asshat.”
With one final insult, the boy continued to wherever his destination was. This experience was starting to make Beaver feel down on himself. Beavs knew he wasn’t the nicest guy around, but shit, was he actually this big of a douche to random strangers? Maybe the lesson Gags was trying to get through to Beaver was to not be such a dick to people. But damn, if this is how all of his interactions go for the rest of his life, how’s he not going to be a dick to people! About 15 minutes went by until Beavs decided he’d try his luck again. This time it was a college girl Beaver guessed was in her late teens or early 20s, around the Beavs’ age. The girl had long blonde hair and was wearing what Beaver had seen was called the ‘white girl Han Solo outfit’, comprised of a long sleeve white shirt with a black sleeveless jacket over the top, tight blue jeans and thigh high brown leather boots. Beavs thought she made it look pretty damn good though.
DB: “Hey there, sexy. How are you doing today?”
Young woman: “Ha ha, like seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?”
DB: “Oh this get up? I’m actually a wrestler in the WCF, I’m Dustin Beaver.”
YW: “Ha sounds a lot like Just...”
Beaver cut her off before she could finish the name.
DB: “Yeah, I actually used to do a little impersonation work of him back in the day. Helped pay my bills, got me a nice home, and a sweet ride. Also gave me some spending money to take out hot girls, like yourself, on dates if you’d be interested in getting dinner with me tonight.”
YW: “Ew, you think I’d actually go out on a date with a guy that wears pink underwear on a busy ass public corner? Sorry there dude, thanks but no thanks.”
DB: “Well could you at least sign this clipboard for me? It’s just saying that you’re a fan of mine.”
YW: “Well I’m really not a fan of yours, but you’re brave enough to wear nothing but pink underwear on a busy street corner, so sure, why not.”
The girl quickly scribbled her name on to the next open spot on Beaver’s list of Beavlievers.
DB: “Well thanks for becoming a Beavliever, maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
YW: “Well I hate wrestling and you pretty much creep me out, but maybe, I guess!”
DB: “…Cool, see you.”
Beaver was through with yet another disastrous conversation, but at least he had gotten another signature out of that one. The next hour passed with very little success, save for a nice older couple passing by whom both signed it without even listening to his sales pitch.
Thursday September 24th, 5:45 pm
After what felt like forever, Gags finally came strolling back to where Beaver was. He had a sly grin on his face as he approached a weary looking Beavs.
Gags: “So kid, what’s the final tally?”
DB: “It looks like I managed to get a whole ten signatures, only one of which was a guy, and he looked older than the entire county of Canada.”
Gags: “Ha ha, that’s actually not too bad. It’s a better result than I thought you’d get!”
DB: “Come on, Gags, that’s barely even double fucking digits, this was not worth the time. I could have been training in the ring and getting my body ready for this fucking match coming up.”
Gags: “Kid, you need to look at the big picture here. You’re brand new, I hate to say it, but there’s a chance you might not be able to win War. And look what you did today? You got ten signatures! Shoot, I bet a lot of the people who signed that paper to be Beavlievers aren’t even wrestling fans. But guess what? They know who you are now and they might even start watching wrestling because of you. And just think about it. If those ten people each tell one other person about their experience talking to you today, they might want to watch wrestling too to see who the hell this guy standing on the corner was. And then if those new ten people tell one person each about you again, the number of Beavlievers you gain could grow exponentially!”
DB: “Damn Gags, I didn’t even think about it like that. I guess that could be possible.”
Gags: “Damn right it’s possible. Plus, you needed to work on your mic skills for describing who you are anyways. No better way than to pitch yourself to complete strangers, especially ones that probably don’t give a shit about wrestling!”
DB: “Gags, you sure are a clever old bastard. Not like anyone who’s in #Beachkrew because they’re just, well…bastards.”
Gags: “Ha yeah, I guess I can be pretty crafty sometimes.”
DB: “For real, now can we please go back to the school so I can change out of this fucking wrestling gear?”
Gags: “You got it, Beavs. I parked the car only a few blocks away.”
DB: “…you’re killing me, boss.”
Gags: “Come on, I already told you, this is all to build character. It’s good for you!”
Beaver shot Gags a displeased looking glance, and the two of them made their way towards Gag’s Lincoln. Beaver reflected on the experience he had just had. While it was for sure painful for most of it, he did manage to get ten signatures of new Beavlievers. While none of those people may ever watch wrestling in their lifetime, they would still know the name Dustin Beaver and that he was some wild wrestling character they had met out in public. Gags was right, at least a few of those ten people would tell their story of encountering Beavs to someone they know. Maybe Beaver had done a lot more than he thought that day, and it was just one afternoon. There was no way in hell he wanted to do that again anytime soon, but he now thought that maybe those publicity stunts really do have some value after all. After a chilly four city block walk, Beaver and Gags reached the Lincoln. Beaver jumped into the car as soon as he was able and began rubbing his hands together. Gags looked at Beavs and chuckled then started the drive back to ‘The 6’.
DB: “Hey Gags, did you ever do anything like that back when you were wrestling?”
Gags: “Eh, not exactly like that, but my wrestling gear only body has felt more than its fair share of cold Canadian days, I can guarantee you that.”
DB: “Damn Gags, well do you think it was worth it? I mean, did you get anything from those experiences?”
Gags: “Oh hell yeah I for sure did, kid. I wouldn’t have put you out there in the middle of downtown Toronto unless I felt like you would gain something from it. Do you feel like you gained anything from what you did out there today, Beavs?”
DB: “Well, I guess I learned that earning Beavlievers for sure isn’t going to come easy. I couldn’t even woo all the girls with my look and body out in the open like it was. And as far as the dudes go, I don’t know what I’m going to have to do there. I guess I could become some insane, hardcore wrestler, but I don’t think that seems like something you can just jump right into.”
Gags: “Yeah, I would for sure say it’s not, kid. But guess what? War is coming up and you’re in that match. Do whatever it takes, Beavs. I believe, ugh sorry, Beavlieve that you can win that match. But even if you don’t, make sure you make a statement. You put on a performance that leaves no doubts that you’re going to be a force in WCF for years to come. You have the look, you have the talent, and this is the experience you’ve been waiting for. On October 4th you go into Oklahoma and you make me proud, kid!”
DB: “I will, Gags, I Beavlieve!”
War was certainly on the horizon. Beavs was as ready for War as he was going to be.
