Post by Dustin Beaver on Dec 6, 2015 1:03:37 GMT -5
Sunday November 29th, 9:05 pm
Dustin Beaver is retreating up the ramp after his successful SeaV title defense against Bonnie Blue. Once Beavs had put her in ‘That’s a Wrap!’ his talks the previous week with Wade Moor popped into his head. He tightened the hold as much as humanly possible; he could feel Bonnie’s body giving up on consciousness. He vaguely could remember hearing the bell to signal that the match was over, but Beaver could have cared less. The only thing Beavs was thinking about was putting Bonnie into the morgue, and making all of his #beachkrew buddies proud. Then he heard the music that had become unfortunately all too familiar for Beaver, and Occulo came running like one of those skanks on Baywatch to Bonnie’s rescue. Occulo went for one of his big moves, but Beavs was having none of it. The tactical retreat was the right way to go, but as he made his way towards the back, Beaver couldn’t stop thinking about that hold on Bonnie. She was at his mercy, he had the power, he had the control, and her fate in wrestling could have come full circle if it wasn’t for that asshole, Occulo. Beavs had never felt power like this before; he knew right away that there was no turning back from this. He wanted to be that man that completely dismantled his opponent and ended the careers of others. Beaver pushed aside the curtain at the end of the ramp and was greeted by a smiling and clapping Wade Moor.
Wade Moor: “I watched your match on a monitor in the back, Dustin. All I have to say is that if you do that shit every week, you’re going to be the SeaV champion in WSeaF forever! I can still see the anger, the hatred, let the hate flow through you, young Beaver! You may not have ended Bonnie’s career in that match, but given another opportunity, I know you could get the job done. And to reward you for such an incredible performance, I have a special match planned for the next Slam.”
Dustin Beaver: “Awesome, champ, you tell me who you want me to decimate, and I will go out there and tear them limb from limb!”
WM: “Ha ha good, I’m glad to see you’ve got that taste for blood now. And to make sure your appetite is sated, you’re going to be in a match with four opponents.”
DB: “You just let me know who they are, Wade, and I guarantee you they will all be beaten mercilessly.”
WM: “Well this particular match won’t have just you beating on four others, oh no, Dustin. You’re going to have three tag partners for this undertaking.”
DB: “Oh really? Please tell me you’re not going to make me tag with that douchebag, Occulo, again. That guy is number one on my shit list.”
WM: “Actually, that fuccboi will be one of your four opponents, along with Preecha Kamon, Mikey eXtreme and Bonnie Blue yet again.”
DB: “Excellent, all people who deserve to get their asses beat. Occulo is fucking dead, Bonnie is lucky she isn’t already dead, Preecha can’t even handle any of his own shit without that mouthpiece of his, and eXtreme is holding on to a belt that he doesn’t deserve and should be on someone in #beachkrew.”
WM: “Ha I’m glad to see that you agree with the opponents that have been chosen. Do you want to take a guess at who your tag partners will be?”
Beaver thought for a moment.
DB: “I can’t really think right now, I just know that I’m already pumped for next week and can’t wait to choke out all four of those bitches I’m up against.”
WM: “Well you’ll be joined by some good company in the form of the WSeaF tag team champions Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp. Your other partner will be…The Leviathan himself, your Whirlpool mother fucking champion that stands in front of you, the fuccboi assassin, Wade “Broseidon” Moor!”
Beaver stood there speechless. What a team Wade had formed, four incredible talents, four WSeaF champions, four members of #beachkrew. This would be Beavs’ first team up with members of #beachkrew since he had joined the group. And what a team they were going to be, Beaver could only imagine the destruction they could cause as a cohesive unit.
WM: “Does that sound like an agreeable team to you, Dustin?”
Beaver slowly shook his head up and down and then lunged at Moor and embraced him in a bro hug, letting go quickly.
DB: “It’s an absolute honor, Wade. You guys were the top dogs of WSeaF when I joined this place a few months ago, and obviously #beachkrew isn’t being dethroned anytime soon. The fact that you consider me good enough to stand beside you in battle, all I can really say is that it’s a fucking dream come true, man.”
Moor put his hand on Beaver’s shoulder.
WM: “Dustin, look at that gold on your shoulder. Look at the slaughtered Bonnie Blue you left in the ring tonight. You have earned everything that you’re receiving now. I trust you to join me in this fight, and I know that you will go out that and do everything in your power to ensure we massacre any fuccboi army put in front of us.”
DB: “I know you do, champ. And I’m not going to let you down, #beachkrew is like my family and family that stays together, slays together.”
Moor laughed.
WM: “Well said, Dustin. Now let’s get back to the WINO-bago so I can have a drink or seven before my match tonight.”
DB: “You got it, Wade. I’m more than happy to join you for that!”
Monday November 30th, 7:45 am
Even after partying all night with #beachkrew, Beaver was able to board a flight and make it back in time to train at ‘The 6’ the next morning. Beavs was running the ropes when he heard the door to Liam Gagnon’s office slam open.
Liam Gagnon: “Beaver! I know you’re in here, get your ass into my office, NOW!”
Beavs stopped in place. He didn’t know what Gags wanted, but he knew right away that it wasn’t good judging by the way he had yelled. Beaver slunk out of the ring and leisurely walked over to Gags’ office. Beavs quietly knocked at the door that was already part way open and peeked his head inside.
DB: “You wanted to see me, boss?”
Gags shot Beaver an intense glare of fury.
Gags: “Sit.”
Beavs fell into the chair across from Gags.
DB: “What’s going on, Gags?”
Gags stared at Beaver for an uncomfortably long moment.
Gags: “I don’t know, kid, how about we start with your actions during your match at Slam? What the fuck were you thinking holding on to that choke for so long? You could have really hurt Bonnie with that bullshit.”
Beavs stared at the floor.
DB: “Well boss, she’s fine so there’s that. I just wanted to send the message that Dustin Beaver isn’t the guy to mess with in WSeaF.”
Gags: “Well you could have done that without having to resort to disgraceful tactics like that. You’re better than that, Beavs, I don’t want to see you doing that kind of shit again.”
DB: “Gags, you’re the one who originally told me to be the bad guy. Why is it such a problem now that I’m living up to that role?”
Gags: “Because, kid, you can be the bad guy without seriously injuring your opponent! You keep pulling shit like that, not only are you going to end up doing something you regret at some point, everyone is going to be out for your blood as well!”
DB: “Gags, you can’t sit there and seriously tell me that you wouldn’t have made a statement like that back when you were wrestling? People are going to fear this Dustin Beaver; they’re not going to be at their best when they’re too worried about being put to sleep!”
Gags: “Look kid, I get what you’re trying to do and all I’m telling you is that you’re still VERY early in your career. You don’t want to do something rash now that haunts you for all of the years you’re going to be in wrestling. At least consider what I’m telling you now, not only as your coach, but as your friend.”
Beaver could see that Gags’ worry was genuine, but he felt that the path he was now taking was the right way to go.
DB: “I always listen to what you have to say, boss. I just don’t think now is the right time to dial it back, but I will still think through each decision that I make to ensure that things don’t get too out of hand.”
Gags shrugged his shoulders in defeat.
Gags: “I guess that’s good enough for now. So I saw that your match this week is a huge one. Will you be training here at all this week for that?”
DB: “I’ll finish out today of course, and I was thinking I could train here tomorrow as well. But for the rest of the week, I was going to meet up with my #beachkrew bros and make sure we’re prepared for this match.”
Gags: “That sounds like a solid game plan to me, Beavs. Well let’s not waste any more time, let’s get out there and get to work.”
DB: “You got it, boss!”
Tuesday December 1st, 4:55 pm
Beaver was just finishing up his second and final training day at ‘The 6’ for the week. Beavs had been in communication with his #beachkrew boys and they would be rolling up to his house in the WINO-bago early the next morning. Beaver walked over to Gags’ office and knocked on the door.
Gags: “Yeah?”
DB: “Hey it’s me, boss. Can I talk to you for a sec?”
Gags: “Sure, Beavs, come on in.”
Beaver took a seat across from Gags.
DB: “So I’ll be heading out tomorrow morning to continue my training with #beachkrew. Is it cool if I head into the blue room now to cut a quick promo?”
Gags: “Yeah, if it’s open, go for it, kid.”
DB: “Cool, I just want to let you know, Gags, I’m not going to forget about what we talked about yesterday. But at the same time, the Dustin Beaver people are going to see now is going to be a lot more vicious than the one that they’re use to.”
Gags: “I know, Beavs, just don’t cross the line. Be able to control that rage.”
DB: “I’ll try my best, boss. Alright, I’m off, have a great rest of your week, Gags.”
Beaver stood up and turned to leave the room.
Gags: “Hey kid, go out there and beat some ass on Sunday.”
Beavs turned back around and flashed a smile at Gags.
DB: “You got it, boss!”
Beaver left Gags’ office and made his way over to the room he affectionately called ‘The Undersea Lounge’. Beavs knocked on the door and pushed it open to find that the room was deserted. The blue glow of the room calmed Beaver as he looked around. He found it ironic that this room that relaxed him so much is where he would be cutting some of his most malicious promos. Beavs walked over to the camera and turned it on. He made sure that it was recording and he took his seat in the recliner in front of the camera.
DB: “Hello my Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies and welcome once again to ‘The Undersea Lounge’. I have exciting news for you this week pertaining to my upcoming match at Slam, but we’ll get to that in just a second. Let’s first talk about my dominating victory over the ever vivacious, Bonnie Blue. While Bonnie managed to bring her ‘A’ game, I proved yet again that Dustin Beaver is quickly becoming an ‘A+’ player in this business. Poor lil’ Bonnie got caught in my ‘Wrap’ and it was all academic from there. I would have completely choked the life out of her but regrettably, her life was spared by a fool that keeps meddling in my affairs. Yes Occulo, we all understand that you wish you could be as good as the Beavs, but you’ll find out very soon that is just not going to ever happen for you. This brings me back to the exciting news I have for you, Beavlievers. Yours truly, the Supreme Beavliever, will for the first time ever as an official member of #beachkrew, be teaming with not one, not two, but three other members of #beachkrew! And let’s talk about this team for a minute, because fuck, this team is absolutely incredible. Your SeaV champ will be joined by the WSeaF tag team champions, Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp. And to cement this group as being the manifestation of devastation, we will be joined by your Whirlpool champion, the fucking man himself, Wade Moor. Just let that sink in for a little while, friends. That’s four champions in WSeaF joining forces for one match. And if that didn’t spell doom enough for our unfortunate opponents, we’ve all been hanging out and training together for weeks now. This unit is going to be a well-oiled machine that can steam roll anything placed in its path. Speaking of those unfortunate opponents, let’s talk about who those pathetic souls are for a bit. Bonnie Blue, the latest checkmark off my list, will be joined by the soon to be former Atlantis champion Mikey eXtreme, the deaf wonder Preecha Kamon, and the king of the asshats Occulo. Bonnie, I said all I needed to say about you last week. I already know things won’t go any differently for you this week. You’re scared, Bonnie, you know what the Great Beaver is capable of and you want no part of it whatsoever. If you dare try to even look at me wrong in this match, I’ll choke you out all over again, and this time no one is going to come to your rescue. Next I’ll talk about the man who wishes he could cut a promo as well as the Beavs, but he can’t even fucking talk without people laughing at him, Preecha Kamon. Bro, you’ve been beaten in consecutive weeks by the three men I’m teaming with! I won’t even have to lift a finger against you because you’re just going to lose all over again to the same three men that already know how to take you out like the piece of trash that you are. The third opponent is none other than the current Atlantis champion, Mikey eXtreme. Mikey, you think you’re such a big deal for being the US champ? Ha, fucking laughable, when you’re teamed against not only the man who is the champion of every mother fucker across the world who watches WSeaF on television week in and week out, but also the man who is the champion of the world! You can revel in the fact that you’re a big fish in a small pond all you want, the fact of the matter is that you are content to settle for mediocrity. Well guess what there, Captain America? No one in #beachkrew is mediocre; we’re the best of the fucking best, as if you haven’t noticed by us running this damn company. We’ll be kind enough to demonstrate for you what real elite wrestlers are able to do as were all stomping a mud hole into you as you cower in the corner. And that brings me to the last opponent in this match…Occulo. The sad excuse for a man that thought he could show up Dustin Beaver when teamed with me in a match, and then had the audacity to interfere with me completing the annihilation of Bonnie Blue. I know this is hard to Beavlieve my Beavlievers, but I’m actually going to reward Occulo for his poor choice of actions as of late. That’s right; I’m going to make Occulo famous by being the first person to have his career ended by the Supreme Beavliever! There is going to be nothing stopping me on Sunday, Occulo, from thrashing your sorry ass. Repeated hits to the head with the SeaV title belt? You got it! A ‘Bass Drop’ through a table or on to a chair or both? Sure, why the hell not?! Holding you in ‘That’s a Wrap!’ until your body goes limp and then for a while after that? Oh yeah, that’s a good idea right there. The point is, Occulo, come Sunday at the Santa Ana Star Center in Rio Rancho, New Mexico, you’re a dead man. And your carcass will have four of the greatest wrestlers WSeaF has ever seen celebrating over it, Beavlieve that, fuccboi.”
Beaver quickly stood up and turned off the camera. Beavs stood there for a moment, the enormity of the situation he was in hit him all at once. Four champions from the faction that controlled WSeaF, he was a part of that. Three months ago, Beaver was hoping that he would at least be getting regular TV time, even if he was in the opening match week after week. He had made it so far in such a short time, there was no way he was going to let a piss ant like Occulo derail the astounding amount of momentum he had built for himself.
DB: “This is my fucking time, anyone who gets in my way is not going to ever have the chance to get in my way again.”
Wednesday December 2nd, 7:15 am
The sun was just beginning to rise as Beaver woke up in his bed on the outskirts of Toronto. Beavs was expecting the WINO-bago to pull into his driveway any minute so the group could begin their journey to New Mexico. Beaver had made sure to get a full nights rest, just in case his #beachkrew mates wanted to party the entire time up until their match on Sunday. Beavs had also already packed his suitcase, bringing a few bottles of Beaveater along for good measure. Beaver put some clothes on and walked out into the living room with his suitcase and the SeaV title belt in hand. Beavs had found it a little difficult to sleep the previous night because of his excitement about the upcoming excursion. There was just something about all of those crazy bastards in #beachkrew that made Beaver feel like he had finally found his long lost family. Sure they had their fair share of haters; even Beavs was on that list for some time. But when they brought him in to the fold, they immediately made Beaver feel like he was an important cog in their system. They praised his achievements and pushed him to do even more within the WSeaF. Wade Moor already felt to Beavs like the big brother that he never had. Moor had taken Beaver under his wing and was teaching him valuable lessons that would serve him well in his wrestling existence. As Beavs thought about his #beachkrew life, he heard the loud thump of bass music and then the growl of a vehicle pulling into his driveway. The WINO-bago had arrived. Beaver snatched up his suitcase and SeaV belt and made his way outside. Beavs was greeted by cheering as he stepped out of the front door.
WM: “Wooo! The SeaV champ! Now we can really get this fucking party started!”
Beaver made his way to the rear of the WINO-bago and threw his suitcase into the back. He walked around to the side and slid the door open. Wade Moor sat in the driver’s seat; he was now turning and facing Beavs with a huge smile on his face. Kyle Kemp sat in the passenger seat; he was passed out with his head to the side and drool trickling from his open mouth. Johnny Rabid sat along a wall near the back; a smirk came to his face as he watched Beaver enter the vehicle.
DB: “You bet your ass you can! What’s up brothas?”
Johnny Rabid: “Not a whole lot, Dustin, Wade and I were just in the middle of discussing our strategy for handling Dune and his recent interference in our affairs.”
Moor scoffed at Rabid’s words.
WM: “I was telling him that #beachkrew has already discussed this issue, and we are united in the fact that we will be able to handle the Sandman, but Mr. Rabid here thinks we need some kind of grand scheme to handle that fuccboi, like he’s something special.”
JR: “All I’m saying, Wade, is that Dune is not the type of opponent you should underestimate. You’ve seen what he is capable of and we don’t need #beachkrew looking weak against just one man.”
WM: “Well, Johnny, Dune has also already seen what Wade Moor is capable of and I can tell you that I would send that piece of shit packing back to his ISIS ass looking homeland if he ever tried to step up to the Whirlpool champion.”
JR: “As much as I trust in your abilities, and I do, I don’t want to leave anything to chance. This is the time where #beachkrew needs to look our strongest with One right on the horizon. I have come up with a very sound plan, and I think that everyone should follow it for our best chance of success against this threat.”
WM: “You know there’s no fucking leader in #beachkrew, Rabid. You’re not going to swoop in here and change the way that we do things. Look at what we’ve already accomplished doing things the way we want to fucking do them! Dune isn’t going to change that, he can’t single handedly defeat the strongest faction in all of wrestling by his God damn self and that’s that.”
Moor’s last outburst finally woke up Kyle Kemp.
Kyle Kemp: “Will you guys keep it the fuck down? I’m trying to nurse a damn hangover here, if you don’t mind.”
DB: “Hey Kyle, how’s it going, my man?”
KK: “Oh shit, what’s up, Beaver? I’m still better than you.”
Beaver laughed.
DB: “Not much, bro. And don’t worry; I can still feel that ‘Back to the Minors’ you hit me with months ago. You’re just that damn good!”
KK: “And don’t you fucking forget it. Now if these other ladies would keep down their squabbling, I’m going to try to catch some more z’s. Good to see you again, Beavs, we’ll kick some ass on Sunday.”
DB: “We sure will, Kyle, night. Now as far as you other two go, we shouldn’t be arguing about this Dune shit. I’m no master strategist like you, Rabid, and I’m not the Whirlpool champ like you, Wade, but I have a feeling this is exactly what Dune wants. He wants to see us on divided fronts so he can take advantage while our guard is down, dealing with each other.”
JR: “Young Beaver, the wisdom in your words rings true. And speaking of you, Dustin, your title is the one up for grabs this week. We should plan for a way to keep you out of danger if things get dicey, no reason you should lose your title when there’s three other #beachkrew members right there watching your back.”
Moor slammed his fist into the steering wheel.
WM: “Plans, Plans, Plans, we don’t need no fucking plans! #beachkrew has operated without plans for months, and it has gotten us every fucking thing we want. Why would we change what we’ve been doing when what we’ve been doing works?! If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!”
JR: “Because, Wade, people in WSeaF know what we’ve been doing now and they’ve had time to adjust their strategies. If we continue to do what we’ve been doing, we lose the element of surprise and allow anyone to just trip us up whenever they see the opportunity to strike.”
WM: “Well Mr. Plans, I can guarantee you this. Dustin is not losing the SeaV title no matter what. I’ll do everything in my fucking power to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Moor turned his focus to Beaver.
WM: “And I know that you, Dustin, are capable of handling any of those fuccbois in that match all by yourself, much less without our help. But know that we’re going to have your back, plan or no plan.”
DB: “I know you guys will. I know I haven’t been in #beachkrew that long and at the risk of sounding like a ‘Full House’ episode, to me you guys ARE family. Our four opponents for Slam could give a shit about each other, they’re all in it for themselves, but we are in this for each other. Wade, you’ve been that guide for me not just with your words, but your actions as well. I know that when you say something, you’re going to back it up with fists of fucking fury. Johnny, your work since you joined #beachkrew a short time ago has been nothing short of unBeavlievable. You’ve helped lead #beachkrew in a direction that we need to go to ensure that we stay at the top of the mountain in WSeaF. And Kyle, I know you’re already asleep again, but you have been that constant force that #beachkrew knows they can rely on to make sure the job gets done, and gets done right. Basically what I’m trying to say is that I’m honestly not worried about my title being on the line this Sunday. I know that when is all said and done, I’m still going to be the SeaV champion and that #beachkrew will be getting our hands raised as the victors. That’s what we fucking do guys, we win. Look at all of the gold in this vehicle; I almost have to put my hater blockers on just so all that shine doesn’t blind me. We’re the best, that’s all there is to it. And when our powers combine, there’s just no stopping us. Bonnie Blue? Preecha Kamon? Mikey eXtreme? Occulo? All individuals whose names by themselves strike no fear in me whatsoever. #beachkrew, now that’s a group I can remember hearing the name of and thinking, “oh shit, I’m taking on fucking greatness when I face them.” And now here I am a part of this wild and crazy gang. No not just a gang, a family.”
Moor and Rabid stared at Beavs during his speech, and then both turned at the same time and looked at each other.
WM: “I’m glad we found this Beaver kid, Rabid, he’s a surprising voice of reason during these difficult times.”
JR: “I agree I was not able to predict that he would be such a valuable asset when it came to mediating important #beachkrew business conversation.”
DB: “Um guys, I’m still sitting right here.”
WM: “Indeed you are, Dustin, and I for one am fucking happy about that! By the way, the rest of the #beachkrew…family sends their love. They’re already down in New Mexico, scouting out the best places for us to dominate the party scene.”
JR: “Ah yes, the week-long benders that everyone keeps indulging in. Those are really going to help us in the long run.”
WM: “Rabid, don’t be such a Negative fucking Nancy. Beaver’s beautiful speech, that brought a small tear to the corner of my eye, had me not irritated with you for the time being. Don’t ruin that for me already.”
JR: “Fine, I will sit here in silent contemplation of how we can do things that will actually benefit our… family to continue to rule the WSeaF.”
WM: “Now that’s an actual good plan, you should stick to that one more often than not, Johnny Boy.”
Rabid slowly turned his head and shot Moor an angry glare. He then turned to the front again and gazed at the floor.
WM: “So Dustin, are you excited about your first official teaming with #beachkrew?”
DB: “I sure as shit am, Wade! I had a great match that first time when I teamed with you guys before I was a member of #beachkrew. This time around, not only do I feel like I’m on the same page as you guys, but I feel that I’ve grown considerably wrestling talent wise.”
WM: “That’s what I like to hear. Is there anything the guys and I can help you with that you need to get out of this match?”
Beaver thought for a moment.
DB: “I guess just get me the tag when Occulo is in the ring. That fuccboi has been a thorn in my side for the last few weeks, I think it’s time to teach him the lesson that you don’t fuck with the Supreme Beavliever, especially now that I’ve stepped up my physical game.”
WM: “A very reasonable request, I’m sure we’ll be able to do that for you, Dustin. And speaking of stepping up the physicality, I just want you to know that I’ve been paying close attention to your in-ring performances. You've done nothing but make me proud out there, young Beaver, you talk about all of these people Beavlieving in you, I would have to say that I am your biggest Beavliever right now. When I watch you, I see the beginnings of a future top guy in this company. Now don’t let it go to your head too much, because Wade Moor is going to be around for a long fucking time, but you’re going to be the man, Dustin. I have no doubts that you will eventually move on to things far greater than the SeaV title, but for now just concentrate on figuring out what needs to be worked on in your game and keep constantly improving yourself. You’ve made great strides in just these last few weeks alone, now is the perfect time to really step it up and show that Dustin Beaver is the last person you want to fuck with in WSeaF.”
Beavs looked at Moor with determination in his eyes.
DB: “I’ll do this, Wade, I’ll show the world just why everyone is going to Beavlieve, whether they like it or not!”
