Post by Dustin Beaver on Jan 2, 2016 23:57:36 GMT -5
(Warning: Video slightly NSFW)
Sunday December 27th, 8:35 pm
Dustin Beaver is sitting alone in the back area of the Staples Center just after his victory over Occulo. He stared at the SeaV title; it looked a little more blurry than usual. Beavs guessed that the Subliminal Message Occulo had hit him with had something to do with his now, hopefully temporarily, impaired vision. Beaver was happy nonetheless, he had done exactly what he had said he was going to do. He had Beavlieved in himself and even after getting hit with Occulo’s finishing move, never gave up. Even with his head throbbing, this is exactly how Beavs had wanted One to go. He was victorious and he had done it cleanly, leaving no question of who the better man was that night. A smile came across Beaver’s face as he managed to catch a glimpse of himself in the shiny, reflective gold of HIS SeaV title. As Beavs smiled, a familiar voice cut through his silent contemplation.
Wade Moor: “You have every reason in the world to smile, Dusty. That was an absolutely masterful performance that I could only expect from a member of #beachkrew. But you are not just some random member, oh no, you are the brother that made everyone in #beachkrew Beavlieve that they can and will get the job done tonight. You were right, Dusty, worrying about that owl shit can wait for now. I’m going to retain my Whirlpool title tonight. I have no doubts in my mind after watching you fight for the SeaV title with a viciousness I’ve wanted to see from you ever since you joined #beachkrew. Be proud of everything you’ve accomplished this year, you more than deserve it. Now it’s my turn, I’ll see you a little later so we can celebrate us both retaining our gold.”
Wade began to walk away.
Dustin Beaver: “Wade, wait! Destroy Battle; show him what #beachkrew is all about!”
Wade laughed.
WM: “Oh don’t you worry, Dusty, I’ll make YOU proud tonight.”
Sunday December 27th, 10:10 pm
Beaver had managed to find all of the other members of #beachkrew in the locker area of the arena. They were all now hovering around a small monitor, watching the main event of One. Wade had dismissed all of the members of #beachkrew from ringside, as he wanted to show everyone that he could do this on his own. Everyone stared at the monitor with their full attention. The action they were seeing was fast paced, brutal and back and forth.
Gravedigger: BROSEIDON PUNCH! BROSEIDON PUNCH!
Freddy Whoa: Grayson goes down! Wade covers!
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
DING - DING - DING
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner….and STIIIILLLL WCF World Champion….WAAAAADE MOOOOOOOOOR!!
Everyone in #beachkrew began cheering wildly, Beaver included. There were high fives and bro hugs all around, and then they all rushed down the ramp from the back to the ring area. Beaver stood triumphantly in the middle of the ring with his brothers and sister and celebrated, his mind was still trying to comprehend that all of this was really happening. Beavs couldn’t remember a time that he had ever been this happy about anything. This is exactly how he had pictured his wrestling career going, but even he didn’t think success like this would come so quickly. Beaver made his way through the sea of #beachkrew celebrators and he eventually found the Leviathan. Beavs slapped Wade’s shoulder to get his attention. Moor turned and saw the joyful face of Beaver.
DB: “Wade, you did it!”
WM: “WE did it, Dusty! I hope you’re ready to drink a shit ton of your Beaveater tonight!”
DB: “You fucking bet I am, champ!”
Moor waived his arms over his head to get everyone’s attention.
WM: “Let’s get the fuck out of here guys and fucking party!”
A loud cheer erupted from everyone in the ring. #beachkrew didn’t give a fuck that all of the fans in the Staples Center were booing their happiness, this was all about them and what they had accomplished in the last year. #beachkrew gloriously left the ring that evening while the WCF Universe continued their catcalling, but much to their chagrin, the day belonged to #beachkrew.
Monday December 28th, 2:11 am
Beaver sat in the back of the WINO-Bago with not only members of #beachkrew, but several groupies and female Beavlievers that had wanted to “party” with them. The Beaveater was being passed around like water inside the WINO-Bago and Beaver was fucking tanked. Beavs couldn’t recall how many girls had felatiated him that evening, but needless to say, it was quite a few. For a while, Beaver was challenging Kyle Kemp to a game to see who could have the most girls blow them by the end of the evening, but Beavs had lost count some time ago. This was the life; this is exactly where Dustin Beaver wanted to be. He was a champion, recognized individually as someone who was great at what they did. Millions of people saw Beaver’s face week after week and watched him perform great feats that made people react to him, whether that was through cheers or boos. He was an accepted member of a powerful group that contained the best individuals at their craft. And he was so good at what he did, that he could go out and party to celebrate just how fucking good he really was. A voice that felt like it came from his own head interrupted Beaver’s self-ego stroking.
Johnny Rabid: “Dustin, congratulations on your victory tonight. That match really was a thing of beauty; you have improved everything that you do under the tutelage of #beachkrew.”
Beaver shakily scanned the area and eventually found Rabid looking back at him.
DB: “Welllll shit, broooo, thanks! Ya know, I just *hic* went out there and did what I do. Just… Beavlieve, and shit!”
JR: “Taking into account your current condition, eloquently stated, Dustin. I still see big things in your future; you are without question an important cog in #beachkrew. Wherever they go, you will play a key role in their continued success.”
DB: “Yeah! #beachkrew for sea life! By the *hic* way J-Rab, you neverrrr did tell me who that walking turd was in the hotel hallway. I mean like, what the FUCK was up with that, brah?”
JR: “I wouldn’t concern yourself with that at the current time. You did what you had to do at One and you were successful. Tonight is about celebrating and you’re obviously very good at that. Continuing with the revelry would be the best course of action, would you like me to pour you another drink?”
Beaver stared at Rabid for a few moments, likely trying to understand the statement Johnny had just made.
DB: “…hell yeah I want you to pour me another drink!”
Rabid laughed as he poured a shot from one of the several bottles of Beaveater scattered throughout the WINO-bago and carefully handed it to Beavs.
JR: “Drink up, Dustin, this one is to us!”
DB: “To…us!”
Beaver downed the shot and threw the shot glass at the bare ass of some random skank that had already passed out. Beavs then attempted to get a “#beachkrew!” chant started, a few partygoers were able to get a single “#beachkrew!” out but the chant died off quickly.
DB: “I fucking love you guys.”
The party continued into the early hours of the morning. Beaver blacked out at some point, but even though he didn’t remember all of it, Beavs was having the time of his life.
Wednesday December 30th, 7:30 am
Beaver walked into the front door of ‘The 6 Wrestling School’ in downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada to raucous applause from students and trainers alike. “Way to go, Beavs!” and “We love Beaver!” exclamations filled the building, as their hero returned victorious. Liam Gagnon stepped out of his office upon hearing all of the noise.
Liam Gagnon: “And here he is, folks, your…SeaV champion!”
More applause followed, Beaver had officially reached celebrity status at ‘The 6’.
Gags: “Get your ass in here, champ. I know who your next opponent is and we don’t have a lot of time left until Sunday.”
Beaver readjusted the SeaV belt on his shoulder and walked into Gags’ office. Beavs took a seat in his familiar spot in front of Gags’ desk.
Gags: “First off, amazing performance on Sunday, you really made everyone here proud to know you. But now that you took a well-deserved travelling day off yesterday, we have a short week to prepare for your next opponent.”
DB: “Thanks, Gags, I did everything I could to make you guys proud out there. And also thank you for understanding that I needed the day off, my body is still recovering from that match and after match…experience.”
Gags: “Alright, well it’s time to get to work. Are you ready to hear who your next opponent is?”
DB: “You bet I am, Gags! Lay it on me!”
Gags: “Here we go, your next opponent at Slam is none other than…Celeste!”
Beaver sat there for a moment without reacting.
DB: “Gags…who the hell is that?”
Gags: “I’m honestly not too sure myself. I think she’s a part time wrestler, let’s check out her profile on the WCF website.”
Gags clacked some keys on his keyboard while staring at his monitor. A couple of minutes later, Beaver watched as Gags’ eyes went wide.
DB: “What’s the matter, Gags, is she some kind of hideous troll or something?”
Gags: “I suppose you should see for yourself, kid.”
Gags slowly turned his monitor so that Beavs was able to see as well. Beaver saw the picture of Celeste and immediately noticed two things about her.
DB: “Damn, Gags! She got some boobies on her!”
Gags: “Yeah, I mean, it’s very hard to argue that there isn’t some ample bosom there.”
DB: “Just look at the size of those sweater cows! I just, I just want to bury my face in between those and see what happens!”
Gags: “Yup, a couple of beauts right there, I’m sure of it.”
DB: “I mean I’ve seen a few racks in my day, but holy shit. It’s not even a want thing; I NEED to see those globes in the flesh!”
Gags: “Beavs! Snap back to reality there, champ, I’m sure her using her…assets is the way she attempts to win matches. In fact, it appears she won her match at One to earn this title shot, so apparently she has at least some talent outside of the obvious.”
DB: “I just can’t Beavlieve I get to be in the ring with those twins, I’ve got to find a way to get a hand on at least one of those boulders.”
Gags: “DUSTIN!”
DB: “Whoa sorry, boss. You’re right; I need to stay focused on winning this match.”
Gags: “Damn right you do. You can’t lose to some part timer just because they are well endowed in wonderful places. You especially can’t lose the week after an awesome performance like you had against a real contender, like Occulo.”
DB: “Damn right, ok, just have to stay focused on the match…and not those gorgeous melons that are all up in my face when I look at that picture.”
Gags glared at Beaver.
DB: “Damn it, I better go take an ice cold shower quick, Gags. I’ll be back in five and ready to train, I swear.”
Gags: “You better be, I see we’re going to have some real work to do in our shortened week.”
Wednesday December 30th, 3:45 pm
Beaver is practicing a few maneuvers in the training ring at ‘The 6’. Gags made sure to keep Beavs busy to keep his mind off of the distractions his opponent at Slam would be bringing.
DB: “Hey Gags, is it alright if I take a break for a few minutes? I think I’ve come up with some promo material I want to take to the Undersea Lounge about Miss Big Boobs.”
Gags: “Yeah that’s fine, kid. I have a few more things I want to run through when you’re done though, so get back here when you’re finished up.”
DB: “You got it, boss!”
Beavs jumped down from the ring apron and made his way down the hall to his favorite place to be on camera. Beaver turned the dimmer switch on low so the light was just bright enough to reflect off of the shiny blue metallic walls and create the effect he was looking for. Beavs then walked over to the camera, he made sure it was on and recording. Beaver slowly made his way to the blue chair in the middle of the room and took a seat.
DB: “Celeste, my dear you find yourself in the unfortunate position of facing the Supreme Beavliever, one week removed from the biggest match of my career to date. I was successful then, and sadly love, I don’t see your fortune being any different than my last opponent, Occulo. You see, at least Occulo knows what it’s like to go out there and perform week after week, keeping yourself battle ready at any moment because, fuck, this is the WSeaF, anything can happen! When I heard you were my next opponent, I honestly had to look up who the hell you were because I hadn’t see you do shit up until One in the four plus months that I’ve been here. Let’s just say, I wasn’t disappointed by what I saw. Hmm I wonder how I can put this without being too offensive…you’ve got some big ass tittays! Now while I’ll admit I was momentarily distracted by what you bring to the table physically, I managed to regain my focus and realize that the real prize is MY WSeaF SeaV title. While you may think of yourself as God’s gift to men, this week alone I was orally pleasured by several women, so obviously getting the attention of the females is not something I am weak at. I know that a WSeaF title doesn’t just fall into your lap, and I’m not about to be made a fool by some random hot chick. I’m going to give you the same beating I would give any of the WSeaF roster that goes after the SeaV title. And if you don’t Beavlieve me when I say that, just go ask my home girl, Bonnie Blue, what happens when some woman wants to strip the gold off of Beaver. Her lights may have been put out permanently if it hadn’t been for interference by the previously mentioned, Occulo. I guess I’m just an equal opportunity ass beater, I don’t discriminate! If bitches want their lights put out, step right up! Dustin Beaver is more than happy to put anyone in their place who thinks they can somehow put one over on me! Sunday at Slam, Celeste, you and that fantastic cleavage will find out exactly why I am THE greatest SeaV champion this fucking company has ever seen, you can Beavlieve that! Oh by the way, too bad you have a boyfriend and that he’s a “cunt”. I think we could have really made something work between us…as in, my ding-a-ling all up in between those bountiful breasteses, ha ha.”
Beaver stood up and turned off the camera. He walked out of the room and quickly located Gags.
DB: “Alright, Gags, I’m ready! Let’s show this trick that wrestling can be more important than boobs!”
Gags laughed.
Gags: “Sometimes it can be, kid, SOMETIMES.”
Wednesday December 30th, 8:15 pm
Beaver was now lying on his couch and watching the replay of his match against Occulo at One. This was the first time he seen the match since he had participated in it. While he enjoyed most of what he saw, Beavs realized that there was still significant room for improvement in his game. Beaver thought for a moment on what he could do to make himself even better. Beavs watched as Occulo landed the Subliminal Message quickly as Beaver was helpless on the ground.
DB: “Damn, what a fast, powerful finisher that is, he could land that thing from anywhere at any time…”
A light bulb popped up over Beaver’s head, the idea that entered his mind he knew was his ticket to continued success in the new year.
Thursday December 31st, 6:55 am
Beaver stormed through the front door of ‘The 6’ and went straight to Gags’ office. Beavs knocked loudly on the door a few times before waiting for a reply.
Gags: “Who the hell is it?!”
DB: “Gags, it’s Beavs, I have something major for you!”
Gags: “Well get in here then, tell me what’s going on.”
Beaver rushed into the room.
DB: “Gags, it’s better if I show you what I’ve thought up. Are there any students around?”
Gags stood up and looked outside of his office. After some searching, he pointed at a pale white, gangly looking young student that was running ropes by himself in one of the training rings across the way.
Gags: “Looks like Snowball is here already, will he work?”
Beaver laughed.
DB: “He sure will, boss. Follow me!”
Beavs quickly walked all the way across the training floor as Gags had to slow jog to keep up behind him.
DB: “Snowball, how’s it going my man?”
Snowball: “Beavs! Um, fine sir!”
DB: “Good to hear! Is it ok if I have you take a bump to show Gags something that I’ve come up with?”
Snowball’s eyes lit up.
Snowball: “It, it would be an honor, Mr. Beaver!”
Beavs slid under the bottom rope and into the ring.
DB: “Alright Snowball, just stand facing me in the middle of the ring. Yup, just like that.”
Then without warning, Beaver picked up Snowball in a belly to belly suplex and twisted his body quickly around, slamming Snowball into the mat while holding on to him the whole way down.
Beaver looked over at Gags at ringside.
DB: “There it was, boss, the new finisher!”
Beaver then directed his gaze downward at the fallen Snowball.
DB: “How did that feel, Snowball?”
Snowball: “I…can’t…breathe…sir…”
Beavs then looked back at Gags.
DB: “See, good move, right Gags?!”
Gags continued to stare at the men in the ring for a moment before speaking.
Gags: “You know, Beavs, anytime I think you’re about to let me down…you do something that impresses the hell out of me!”
DB: “It’s a talent. Thanks Snowball!”
Beaver slapped Snowball on the chest and then rolled out of the ring back to the floor.
Gags: “So what made you think of using that move?”
DB: “Well I was watching the replay of my match from One last night, and Occulo hit me with that damn Subliminal Message out of nowhere. I thought about things that are missing from my arsenal and decided that I needed a simple, quick, devastating maneuver of my own that I can hit at any time to either put the exclamation point at the end of a match or legally turn the tide in my favor if I’m ever in trouble. The ‘Bass Drop’ and ‘That’s a Wrap!’ are great, but neither one of them really had all of those qualities, this does.”
Gags: “Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, Beavs. So what do you call that move then?”
DB: “Drum roll, please… it’s the Beaver to Belly!”
Gags laughed.
Gags: “That name is fucking ridiculous, kid, but it for sure works!”
DB: “Well I’m glad you approve, boss. It’s going to be a new year, and now I have a new move to continue my dominance of the WSeaF!”
Beaver lowered his voice to a whisper.
DB: “Plus this move gets my body pressed up all against those titties in my next match, ha ha.”
Gags: “What was that, Beavs?
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Beaver’s voice returned to regular volume.
DB: “Oh nothing, boss! I was just getting myself psyched up about the new move!”
Gags nodded.
Gags: “Yeah, it’s hard to make an argument that you aren’t up there with the best of them right now, kid. The tough part is making sure you don’t get overconfident and let up on what you’ve been doing. You need to keep working, keep coming up with ideas and things like…the Beaver to Belly to maintain, if not improve, on that level of excellence that you expect from yourself.”
DB: “Oh don’t you worry, Gags. I’m not going to stop Beavlieving that I’m the best anytime soon. I know that #beachkrew still has big plans for Dustin Beaver and I am more than willing to take on ANYONE in the WSeaF to show, not only them, but everyone in the organization that the Great Beaver is an A+ player. Beating a game Celeste will be a great way to start my first full year in the WSeaF. This will be the year that everyone finds out what the Supreme Beavliever is truly capable of!”
Gags smiled.
Gags: “After what I’ve seen you do these last four months, kid, I know that you’re going to accomplish something major this year. I can feel it.”
DB: “I feel that way to, Gags, I know I can do it. All I have to do is…Beavlieve!”
