Things Change...as Things Stay the Same

[Dustin Beaver]

Sunday January 3rd, 8:45 pm


Dustin Beaver walks down the ramp leading to the back at the Dunkin Donuts Center in Providence, Rhode Island. Beavs carefully paws at his clawed chest, it stings like hell but he’ll live to fight another day. Celeste was more vicious than Beaver was expecting but in the end, she was another tally mark in the ‘win’ column for the Supreme Beavliever. Not only that, Beavs was able to debut the new ‘Beaver to Belly’ finishing move and it worked like a charm, incapacitating the top heavy beauty in the middle of the ring for the 1-2-3. Beaver pushed aside the curtain once he reached the end of the ramp and walked triumphantly towards his dressing room, with the SeaV title prominently draped across his shoulder. Beavs rounded a corner, continuing his stroll when a familiar figure came into view and made Beaver take a detour.


Dustin Beaver: “Jim! Hey, I’ve been meaning to catch up with you, how have you been?”


Jim Thuggin: “Ah Young Beaver, congratulations on yet another successful performance. In addition, congratulations on your victory at One. That was a huge moment for your career, no doubt.”


DB: “Yeah, I’ve wanted to ask you about some things leading up to my match at One.”


Thuggin gave Beaver a quizzical look.


JT: “Oh really? Is there anything in particular that you wanted to discuss?”


DB: “Yeah so when I was at the airport heading for LA, this fucking weirdo wearing an owl pendant came up to me and started talking about the Galactic Prophecy. And not only did he have knowledge about the Prophecy, it seemed like he knew about me personally as well.”


Thuggin looked away for a moment in contemplation before returning his gaze to Beaver.


JT: “Hmmm, an owl pendant you say? Yes, I’ve been asked by some of the other #beachkrew members about that already. What is it exactly that he said to you?”


DB: “Well I remember him telling me that I HAD to win my match at One. And then once I did that, I would have a decision to make…And I won my match, but I don’t think I’ve really had to make any kind of big decision since then.”


JT: “Well I wouldn’t dwell on that too much, Dustin. Maybe winning the match itself and continuing your path with #beachkrew was the decision itself.”


DB: “Yeah, maybe I suppose…Oh, and then after that something else weird happened once I got to LA. I was walking through my hotel hallway in the early morning hours the day of One when I saw some person in a brown robe that started approaching me.”


JT: “Oh…did you see what this individual looked like?”


DB: “I didn’t but just before I was about to go after them before they had a chance to attack me, Johnny Rabid popped up out of nowhere and talked it back. It responded to his command to leave without saying anything or acknowledging him in any way. It was some pretty bizarre shit.”


JT: “And you haven’t seen this robed figure since then?”


DB: “No I haven’t, just there one second in that hallway and then poof! He was all gone.”


JT: “Like I said earlier, young Beaver, I wouldn’t worry about these happenings too much. You did what you did at One and you’ve won yet another match this week. Just keep doing what you do and you’re going to be just fine.”


Beaver glanced over at the SeaV title belt on his shoulder and then looked at the ground for a moment. Sure he wanted to be considered the greatest SeaV champion to ever step foot inside of a WSeaF ring. Beaver knew he was still a couple of months away from breaking the consecutive days record for holding the SeaV title in WSeaF, but it felt like there was so much more that he wanted to do at this point in his career. Beavs was starting to feel like he wanted to take on more challenging opponents and really test what he was capable of. Sure he had beaten some former champions already, but Beaver was getting that itch to main event. He wanted his name to be considered right up there along the same lines as a Wade Moor, and he felt like he had earned at least a chance to show everyone he was ready for it.


DB: “I don’t know, Jim, I like destroying these wannabes week after week. But I think in the last couple of months with #beachkrew, I’ve earned an opportunity to take on some of the bigger names WSeaF has to offer. People are starting to cringe when they see that their opponent is Dustin Beaver because they know that they’re going up against someone who is going to give their best each and every match he’s in.”


A sly smile came across Thuggin’s face.


JT: “Oh, you think you’re ready for the big time then, young Beaver? Hmmm, I’ll speak with some people and see if we can come up with…a challenge for you then.”


DB: “Awesome! Thanks a lot, Jim, I really appreciate it! Alright, well I better go hit the showers.”


Beavs smelled his armpit.


DB: “Yeah, I smell like a bum’s nut sac right now. Ok, Jim thanks again and I’m sure I’ll talk to you again sometime soon!”


JT: “That sounds agreeable, Dustin, good luck in whatever match you have next week.”


DB: “Thanks!”


Beaver continued his walk towards his dressing room. His talk with Thuggin had subsided any of his concerns about the strange occurrences before One for now. And it sounded like Jim was going to at least attempt to get Beavs a match that he felt he deserved and had worked hard for. This was Beaver’s time; he was ready to show the world that he could do anything with the power of Beavlieving.


Monday January 4th, 7:05 am


Beaver walked proudly into ‘The Six Wrestling School’ in downtown Toronto. He was ready to train hard this week, hoping that Jim could pull through and get him a match with some real substance to it. Beavs changed into his wrestling gear and made his way out to the training floor. Beaver actually had grown to like the pungent, man sweat smell of the wrestling school. To him, the smell was hopes and dreams; it was the hours of hard work he and the others put in in hopes of becoming the best. He laughed to himself as he recalled how he had despised the smell at a point not too long ago, how things change so quickly. Just as Beavs had located an available trainer and was about to get to work in the ring, Liam Gagnon came rushing out of his office.


Liam Gagnon: “Beavs! Are you here yet, kid?!”


Beaver turned around and located Gags, standing just outside of his office.


DB: “Yeah, Gags, I’m right here. What’s up?!”


Beavs noticed that Gags had an anxious look on his face.


Gags: “I know you’re itching to get to work, but you’re next match has been announced already. Get in here for just a second so we can talk about it.”


DB: “Awesome sure, I’ll be there in just a sec!”


Beaver hopped out of the ring and made his way towards Gags’ office. Beavs wondered why Gags had seemed so concerned with discussing the match now and not later. Beaver walked into the office and took a seat across from Gags. Gags still wore a look of apprehension on his face as he stared into Beaver’s eyes.


Gags: “Kid, I’m not going to lie to you, this match is going to be more difficult than any match you’ve had here, period.”


Beaver sat there in stunned silence for the moment. He was surprised at how blunt Gags was with his opening statement about Beavs’ upcoming match.


DB: “…damn boss, am I facing Dune in a deathmatch or what?”


Gags: “Not quite, but I’m serious when I say that this match is going to test everything that you’re capable of. If you’re able to retain you’re title in this match, you’re for sure going to be able to claim that you’re possibly the greatest TV champ WCF has ever seen.”


DB: “Well don’t keep me waiting here in fucking suspense! I have to hear what this match is Gags, lay it on me!”


Gags: “Alright kid, here we go. It’s you, teaming with your #beachkrew teammates, the tag team champions Rabid and Kemp.”


Gags paused for a moment.


DB: “Well I love this match so far! So who the hell are we up against?”


Gags cleared his throat.


Gags: “Your opponents are Bonnie Blue, Grayson Pierce, and Joseph Malignaggi.”


Beaver and Gags sat there in silence for a few moments. Without warning, Beavs jumped out of his chair and pumped his fist.


DB: “Fuck yeah, Jim pulled through for me! This is the match I want, Gags. I’m so fucking ready for this! I’ve been feeling like they’ve been putting me up against nothing but pretenders lately and I asked Jim Thuggin for a match with some actual test to it. I’m so fucking stoked, I’m going to the Undersea Lounge right now, Gags, before I forget everything I have to say about this match. I’ll be in there for a little while I’m sure, but when I come out of there, I will be ready to train like I’ve never fucking trained before!”


Gags was shocked at Beaver’s reaction. He had figured that Beavs would be apprehensive about such a large rise in his level of competition, but Beaver appeared more than ready to face this task. Gags was really…Beavlieving that this kid could be the real deal.


Gags: “Yeah sure, kid, do what you gotta do. I’ll be out at the ring when you’re done. We can do this, preparation will be key, but we can fucking do this, Beavs!”


DB: “Damn right, Gags! Alright, I’ll be back.”


Beaver went flying out of Gags’ office and straight to the locker room. Beavs snatched up the SeaV title from his locker and headed back down the hall. Beaver had never felt this determined about proving that he was a real threat in the WSeaF. He would have to be an idiot he thought, to not see that this was a golden opportunity to prove himself as a top tier contender. Beaver walked into the 'Undersea Lounge' and set the lighting just right to get the blue glow he wanted. He walked to the camera, made sure it was positioned correctly and recording. He then sat in the blue chair and positioned himself comfortably, the SeaV title shining a beautiful blueish hue over his shoulder.


DB: “Well my #beachkrew brethren and loyal Beavlievers out there, our time has finally come. This is the moment where we ascend to the highest levels of the WSeaF, and without a doubt cement the Supreme Beavliever as an A fucking plus player! I’m just so excited to share with you guys my match this week. So it is a six person tag match, where my lovely SeaV title belt will be on the line, yet again. I will be teaming with your WSeaF tag team champs, Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp. As if that weren’t electrifying enough right there, our competition, oh our competition Beavlievers, is some of the strongest we’ve faced yet. Our opponents will be Bonnie Blue…been there done that, I know but just wait. She will be teaming with…Grayson Pierce AND Joseph Malignaggi! I know, wow, what a team right?! That’s why when your Supreme Beavliever destroys all of them and leaves their bloody carcasses in the ring, it will make the moment that much sweeter. I mean, ugh I’m all flustered with excitement over here, where do I even start?!

I guess we’ll start with a known commodity, the greatest tag team of recent memory, my #beachkrew brothers, Kemp and Rabid! I mean, how many teams do these guys have to beat until people realize those belts might as well reside at #beachkrew headquarters?! At One alone, they crushed three other teams to easily retain their titles. These guys just know team wrestling and we’ve all wrestled together before. We all know that we can rely on each other and what each one of us brings to the table. If you want to see incredible team cohesion in action, all you’ll have to do is watch the three of us fucking dazzle you on Sunday! Next I’d like to talk about someone who already knows the ‘loss’ column all too well when it comes to facing the Great Beaver, and that is, the Caitlyn Jenner of WSeaF herself, little miss Bonnie Blue! Bonnie knows just how it feels to be put in the strangle hold of Dustin Beaver, she was almost put six feet under the last time she faced me in a match. And then this last week, she was annihilated by the monster, Dune, in devastating double Sandstorm fashion. She’s just not going to be the same woman if she keeps going out there and gets brutalized week after week after week. That’s why on Sunday, dear Bonnie, I will put you in ‘That’s a Wrap!’ just like last time, only this time I’ll end your misery so you won’t have to deal with getting walloped anymore. Then after that, I’m sure another clone of Johnny Reb, hopefully with more wrestling talent this time, can be made of you! The second member of my competition that I’d like to talk about is the self-proclaimed “Greatest US champ EVER” in the WSeaF, Gemson Wire! … or is it Pierce Graybattle? You know, it’s hard to follow all of these people who are constantly trying to reinvent themselves because they realize that they just don’t have what it fucking takes to win the big one. Let’s not forget Mr. Former Battle, you were beat cleanly, without ANY kind of #beachkrew interference by Wade Moor just two weeks ago. The rest of the fam and I were watching the match in the back, and truth be told, not one of us were worried that you were going to win that match. And it wasn’t that we all knew that Wade Moor was obviously the better man, which he obviously was, but it was the fact that we could tell just by looking at you that you were scared. And shit I would be too if Wade Moor was staring me down in the ring about to Broseidon Punch me into the next millennia LOL. But no, we could tell that you were a far cry from the Gemini Battle that was one third of the team that won the Trios titles just six months before your match at One. No longer did you have either Thomas Bates OR Deuce Murdock to hold your hand and guide you to victory. You just stood there a sad, broken shell of someone that could have been great. I give props to you though for at least attempting to gain relevance once again. I mean, I guess the US title means something around here, although that thing looks like a fucking joke now with how many times it’s changed hands in the two months that I’ve had the SeaV title. And the competition for my SeaV title has been of a way higher caliber, but I digress. Grayson, you don’t owe me shit, but I want you to do something for me. I want you to take a look in a fucking mirror and ask yourself, who you really are. Get your shit straight man, do you want to be tagging with two random ass people who don’t give a shit about you and get thrashed by a team of brothers? Or, do you want to just turn right around and punch the smug ass look off of Former Flash’s face as you two stand in the same corner on the same “team”. I saw that you were gifted another opportunity to face the Leviathan after he obliterates Torture this week in the main event of Slam. But first, you have to get past another reinvented individual of sorts in Joseph InsertLastNameHere. I would suggest you just look on past this six person tag match that doesn’t earn you shit and look at the big picture. You NEED to go right after Joey McGillicutty and show him that you’re the one that’s getting another shot at redemption, not him! But hey, what do I know, I’m just a guy that was a Gemini Battle fan when I was a fresh rookie here four months ago. It’s not like I’m looking out for your best interest. If you attempt to perform in this match, I will have no problem making an example out of you to show the world that the Supreme Beavliever can dominate ANYONE in the WSeaF, including people who think they’re good enough to get a shot at the World title.

Speaking of people who think they deserve title shots, ha ha oh here we go ladies and gentlemen, speaking of such assholes, there’s Joseph “I’m good because I say I’m good” Mali…Malig…Not Flash. You know, I’ve had to sit here for four months and here all of these stories about how good Joey Flash is and the greatness of Joey Flash. Yet what have you won since I’ve been around? You were the World champion for what, a whole five minutes? Wow, impressive work right there! I mean, I can’t even count the number of times you’ve gotten wrecked by Dune now, including in the real match that mattered at One. Yet right after that, what happened? That’s right, you must have bent over for Seth Lerch or something because you were given yet another title opportunity, which you somehow managed to steal a win from #beachkrew. It’s just funny to me for how little you’re around anymore, that you’re still always headlining the big shows. What was I doing while you were gone for that stretch of time after you were broken by Dune at WAR, you ask? Oh you know I was just wrestling week after week, earning my place among the elite of this company. I EARNED my SeaV title shot and won. I EARNED my spot in #beachkrew. I’m going to EARN my win against you. I’ve beaten Bonnie Blue; I’ve watched Wade Moor exterminate Grayson, but you, Joseph Malingerer, you’re going to be the feather in Dustin Beaver’s cap. I will beat you, Joseph. It goes way beyond Beavlieving for my thoughts on the matter. I saw you’re cute little promo before your trios title shot. I’m not going to let myself lose to some piece of shit, gutter garbage trash from the land of putrefaction that they call ‘New York’ beat the Great Beaver, when the best insult you can come up with was calling someone, “a faggot”. Face it, the Joey Flash you loved, that all the smarks of the WSeaF loved, he’s gone, dead. He’s as dead as your dead son… Oh, oops, too soon? Too soon everyone, or am I ok? Way to get your own flesh and blood killed by the way. Let’s face it, if you would have just let Dune be Dune, your life would be all unicorns and rainbows right now. But instead of being content with being one of the top guys, you had to be THE guy… That worked out really well for ya! But you know, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, I’m sure the Joey Flash from a year ago, the young, brash fighter looking to carry the company on his back was damn good. But sadly for you, in less than a year, here you are facing the next big thing in professional wrestling. Let’s talk about your early career though, Joseph, winning the SeaV title now that’s something I can appreciate! But you being the 2015 SeaV champ of the Year over me? HA! What a fucking joke that was, yet of course, we must all suck Joey Flash’s dick because he’s apparently so damn good! It honestly makes me sick; these WSeaF “fans” cheer you now, like you’re someone to be celebrated… What the fuck is there to celebrate?! Wow, he wrestled in a match, oh please, Joey, please let your presence in a wrestling ring rain down on me like a golden shower! I’ve wrestled nineteen straight weeks now in a variety of clusterfuck and random ass matches, never giving up, never stopping Beavlieving that I’m going to make my mark. In those same nineteen weeks, Mr. No Flash, you’ve wrestled a whole… eight times! Yikes, don’t over-do it; I don’t want you getting all damaged again! When I first joined up, I held you in the regard that you were the man around here, one of the people to emulate if I ever wanted to get somewhere in this business. Now that I’ve gotten a few matches under my belt, I see you for what you really are. You’re nothing more than an opportunist, a disgusting snake in the grass that waits for the right time when he sees that he can control Seth like a puppet to get what he wants. And you know that’s honestly the lowest of the low. I mean shit man, when #beachkrew had control of the company; we had to wrestle our asses off to earn it! And then we still booked each other in matches that tested our skill, there were no fucking days off. #beachkrew of course is the genuine article though; we’re a bunch of dudes that got tired of the same tired people being in the same boring matches and being praised like they’re God’s gift to wrestling. Hell yeah we do things differently, and obviously it fucking works, just look at all the gold we have, look at the fucking skyrocketing attendance and TV ratings, look at the #beachkrew merch flying off the shelves because people want to be us! But you keep doing what you do, Mr. MicroPenis, I’m sure you’ll worm your way into individual relevance again in no time flat. You’ll drop you’re “friends” that you’re Trios champs with to claim something that you think belongs to you, and only you. Only this time I hope you’re ready, I hope you’re ready for a Dustin Beaver that is ready to claim what is rightfully his and knock you off the top. I may be part of a family, and can function more than adequately in a team environment, but my specialty happens to be going out on my own and leaving a trail of bodies in my wake. What’s that, oh you think I’m unproven, untested? Well then maybe you should ask your ol’ boy, Occulo, about that theory. He’ll be the first one to tell you that Beaver is no fucking joke. Sure, I may go on some zany adventures every now and then or talk about boobs a whole week leading up to a title defense, but I still get the job done each and every week.

Don’t Beavlieve that either? Well how about this little factoid for you then. Dustin Beaver has not personally been pinned or submitted in a match since… October 11th of last year! What makes any of you three think that you’ll be the one to finally be able to stop the Beavlieving Overlord? You think all of your past history that no one could give a shit about is going to magically make me drop dead in my tracks so that you can get the finish? Yeah, it’s not happening, it’s not happening at Slam, it’s not happening EVER. The machine that is Dustin Beaver is making history as we speak, I don’t need to boast about past accomplishments like a crutch to stand on. I’m going out there and putting in the work, I’m crushin’ cans faster than they can be thrown at me. I think the thing I’m looking forward to almost as much as pounding you three morons into obscurity though is the post-match press conference. Oh man, the look of defeat on your three faces is something I’m going to have to take pictures of and post everywhere on the internet for the whole world to see. What are the excuses going to be I wonder? “Oh, well we’re not a regular team.” “Um, those guys are in the same faction so they train together all the time.” “I did what I needed to do, but my teammates let me down.” Yeah, it’s going to be every pathetic, standard excuse in the book. Joseph Maschalephidrosis , you’re going to have to sit there and tell the WHOLE world, EVERYONE that you lost to Dustin fucking Beaver. Your kid will be rolling in his grave trying to comprehend how you could have let this happen. And I KNOW, I know for a fact that you will never admit that Dustin Beaver is better than Joey ‘I was World Champion once’ Flash. But hey, if you want another piece of the Beaver after #beachkrew and I rout you this time, I’ll be more than happy to take you out like the piece of trash that you are all by myself. The beating I will hand down to you will make your shit with Dune look like you two were holding hands while walking through a lesbian dog park. Whew, sorry Joseph, I guess you just bring out the worst in me! … Or should I say the best, well one thing is for certain, on Sunday at the PNC Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina, Bonnie Reb, Gemey Grayflash and Joeson Manustupration are going to get the best Dustin Beaver they’ve ever seen, you can Beavlieve that.”


Beaver quickly stood up and in almost one swift motion stopped the camera. Beavs stood there for a moment; he had really gotten himself worked up over thinking about this match. He had been pretty amped for his match with Occulo at one just because of the grandiose feeling of the show, but this was different. These were current World champion contenders and Beaver had the opportunity to prove that he belonged in the same discussion when it came to who the best of the best was in WseaF. Beavs had no desire to go for the World championship while Wade Moor had his stranglehold on it, but should the need arise, Beaver wanted to be an asset they could rely on to to win the big match when #beachkrew needed it the most. What better way to show this than to beat a former World champion and someone that had just finished being the number one contender for that title. Beavs punched his right fist into his open left hand.


DB: “Alright Dustin, enough talking and thinking about this, it's time to fucking do it!”


Beaver turned the light off and headed back out to the training floor. Beavs was able to find Gags as he was assisting another student from ringside. Beaver walked over to him with purpose, to others it may have looked like Beavs had hostile intentions in mind. Beaver now had those intentions, fortunately for Gags they were directed towards others.


DB: “Gags, I'm ready, let's do this.”


Gags looked Beaver up and down and then nodded his head in approval.


Gags: “You sure are, kid. Let's get started then.”


Monday January 4th, 7:15 pm


Beaver was resting comfortably at his home on the outskirts of Toronto. He had decided to watch one recent match that each of his three opponents for Slam had participated in. First up for Beavs was the Bonnie Blue match. Beaver decided to watch the replay of his SeaV title defense match where he had defeated Bonnie with his 'That's a Wrap!'.


Beaver lifts Bonnie to her feet and drives his knee directly into her gut, then throws her into a seated position in the turnbuckle! He starts dropping rough boots anywhere he can land them! Stomach! Chest! Shoulder! Knee! Face! Bonnie is reeling in her seated position! Beavs lifts her to her feet and throws her into the center of the ring! Beaver holds his arms out and shouts to the crowd.


Beaver claps for himself in how ruthless he looked in the match. He knew that the key to beating Bonnie was to keep moving forward at her with power move after power move. Bonnie was quick and clever, but Beavs saw that as he continued to smother her and keep up the aggressive pace, she had no answer of his offense. Satisfied with what he saw in that match, Beaver moved on to watching the Grayson Pierce match. This one was an easy choice for Beavs as he popped in the replay of the main event from One.


But Wade doesn’t slam Grayson’s back against the mat. As Pierce continues to slam away at Moor’s head, the Champion lifts him up and uses the strength of his hamstrings to climb onto the second rope. Grayson flails in the air as he realizes Moor’s intentions...but it’s too late. Wade heaves, pushing Grayson skyward before falling back and throwing him out of the ring. Grayson’s head lands on the steel steps outside with a sickening thud.


Freddy Whoa: OH my GAWD! Wade Moor may well have murdered Grayson Pierce right before our eyes here tonight at One, ladies and gentlemen.


Zach Davis: He’s not moving, Freddy.


Gravedigger: Yes, Zach - that’s what happens when people die.


As Beaver watched this match, he took note of how Wade was able to find patterns in Grayson's attacks. He also watched as Wade would turn an expected move into something else, like when he looked to powerbomb Grayson, but then threw him out of the ring instead. Unpredictability seemed to be the tactic against this opponent. Beavs knew how to throw out some innovative offense of his own, and was coming up with new moves everyday including his new finisher, the Beaver to Belly. Content with his analysis of Pierce, Beavs decided to move on to his last opponent in the six man tag match. Beaver once again decided to watch a match from One, this time it was the deathmatch on the card, Dune versus Joseph Malignaggi. Beavs focused harder on watching this match than any match he had ever watched before, including his own.


Dune plows over Malignaggi, whose head slams hard against the steel-grated bridge they tread upon. He bends down and pulls him up by his hair, and the cameras pick up his deep, booming voice as he screams into the face of Maignaggi.


Dune: THIS is how it ends!


Dune slams his elbow into Malignaggi’s brutalized face, dazing him before bending him over and locking him in a standing headscissors. He hooks both of Malignaggi’s arms and lifts him up and over his head, catching his arms in a crucifix position.


Freddy Whoa: SANDSTORM!


Dune pushes up before throwing Malignaggi down through the fiery curtain that rages before him.


Freddy Whoa: NOOO -


Malignaggi slams into the mat on the back of his head and neck. He flops over awkwardly like a ragdoll before Dune makes his way down the ladder. The ref slides down as Dune flips Malignaggi over and covers him.


Beaver watched as Dune and Malignaggi went blow for devastating blow all over again, just like the match Beavs had watched from War some time ago. Beaver watches the end of the match where Malignaggi's head takes so much damage that it started to give Beavs a headache. Blows to the head were going to be the key to taking out Malignaggi, there's no way the guy was at 100% only two weeks removed from the match that Beaver just watched. Beavs stopped the match, satisfied with the analysis of all three opponents. Beaver yawned, stretched and stood up. He was about to go to bed when his cell phone began to ring and vibrate. Beavs took a look at the display to see who would be bothering him during the week of such a big match. 'KK' showed up as Beaver stared at his phone. Beavs pushed the green phone button.


DB: “Yo Kyle, what's up, my nilla?”


Kyle Kemp: “Yo Beavs! Hey how's shit going this week?”


DB: “Eh it's going, training my ass off to make sure we win at Slam.”


KK: “Good call, speaking of which, Johnny and I will be rolling by your place Wednesday night. We wanted to pick you up and head down to Raleigh. Is that cool with you?”


DB: “Yeah, that should work. Do you think we'll make it there in time to be able to get a decent game plan together?”


KK: “Should have plenty of time, Johnny will be driving and he doesn't sleep much...or at all really. But yeah, we should be fine.”


DB: “What time do you think you guys will be here on Wednesday?”


KK: “Probably right at 7:00, I’m guessing. Johnny has this creepy way of showing up right on time.”


DB: “Ha, yeah I’ve noticed that before…Alright man, I’ll see you guys in a couple days then!”


KK: “You sure will. Oh by the way, we have a special thing planned, bring some clothes you don’t mind getting fucked up. Be wearing those shit clothes when we pick you up too, the surprise is set for Thursday morning.”


DB: “Oh alright, I’ll do that. See ya, Kemp.”


KK: “Peace out, Beaver.”


Beaver pushed the red phone button and ended the call. Beavs wondered what the special thing could be, but he didn’t worry about it too much. For the time being, he knew he needed to train as much as possible to be at the top of his game for when himself, Rabid and Kemp got their game plan together, he could be as effective of a member of the team as possible.


DB: “Alright Beavs, just have to keep Beavlieving, we’re going to do this!”


Wednesday January 6th, 4:45 pm


Beaver had just finished up this third day of intense training at 'The 6'. Beavs was able to keep up the demanding pace he had set for himself all three days, so his conditioning felt like it was the best it had ever been. Gags had even managed to teach Beaver a few more things he knew in the ring, mostly in-ring psychology related, that could give Beavs an advantage over his competition. Beaver was confident, sure he had been a champion for two months now, but he knew that some out there would argue that the level of his opponents wasn't 'World champion' caliber. All of those doubts, all of that nay-saying was about to be erased when together with his brothers in #beachkrew, he would beat not one, or two but three of the best WseaF had to offer. Beaver showered up and headed to Gags' office. Beavs knocked on the door.


DB: “Gags, it's Beavs, are ya busy?”


Gags: “Not at all, kid, come on in.”


Beaver walked in and found his regular chair.


DB: “So with all of the training we’ve been working hard at this week, I completely forgot to mention to you that Kyle Kemp called me on Monday.”


Gags: “Oh? What did he want?”


DB: “Well he and Rabid are going to be driving through town tonight, and they wanted to pick me up so that we could discuss strategy on our way down to Slam.”


Gags nodded his head.


Gags: “Yeah that seems like a good idea. Well I can’t be too upset about that I suppose, I’m glad you trained your ass off these last few days though.”


DB: “Me too, boss. Awesome training like usual, I should be at the top of my game for that match.”


Gags: “You better be kid, this is a big one. Just go out there, perform like you know you can, get a solid plan together with your partners and be ready for any scenario to play out. You’re going to be fine, you can win this one.”


DB: “Oh I will win this one, you can Beavlieve that, Gags!”


Beaver stood up and stuck his hand out towards Gags. Gags chuckled and stood up and returned the gesture, giving Beaver a hearty handshake.


Gags: “You give ‘em hell, kid. You win that match; you show them that you’re the next top guy.”


DB: “I’ll see you next week, Gags, as a winner!”


Beaver turned and walked out of Gags’ office, determined to show him that he was the man Gags knew he could be.


Wednesday January 6th, 6:59 pm


Beaver stood just inside the front door of his home. His suitcase was packed and sitting just to his right. The SeaV title belt was draped across his shoulder, shining in the light of the entry way. Beavs couldn’t see it yet, but he could hear the roar of Rabid’s Aston Martin DB9 nearing his location. Beaver picked up the suitcase and went outside. Just after Beaver finished locking his door, the Aston Martin pulled into his driveway. Kemp jumped out of the passenger side as the vehicle came to a stop.


KK: “Yo Beaver! You can throw your shit in the trunk. You’ll be sitting in the back seat on my side. There’s not much room, but it’s surprisingly still pretty damn comfy.”


DB: “Works for me!”


Beaver walked to the popped open trunk and gently placed his suitcase inside. He closed the trunk and took his seat behind Kemp. Beavs had to adjust his legs so they wouldn’t get cramped, but like Kemp said, it was surprisingly comfortable.


Johnny Rabid: “Hello Dustin, are the accommodations in the vehicle adequate for your travel needs?”


DB: “Yeah, this should be just fine. Nice fucking wheels by the way, Johnny.”


JR: “Thank you, it was easily affordable with our large salaries that Kyle and I receive for being the tag team champions.”


KK: “Damn right, I’m fucking rollin’ in it!”


DB: “Ha ha, awesome. Well I’m going to do my absolute best to help you guys keep rollin’ in it this week!”


JR: “We know you will, Dustin. Well then, shall we head out?”


KK: “Fuck yeah, let’s get the fuck out of this Eskimo village!”


Rabid backed out of the driveway and peeled out down the street, they were on their way.


Thursday January 7th, 2:30 am


The Aston Martin continued to scream down the highway at what Beaver guess was 20 to 30 miles per hour over the speed limit. They had crossed the Canadian border into the United States some time ago and Rabid was still doing just fine. Beavs could hear Kemp snoring quietly from the seat in front of him. Beaver wished he could sleep but his adrenaline was going just thinking about the upcoming match. He was playing out every possible situation in his head and what he would have to do to secure the win. Just as Beavs was thinking about what he would need to do if Malignaggi tried to hit him with a chair while he was standing in the middle of the ring, Rabid’s voice cut through Beaver’s thoughts.


JR: “Still awake and thinking about the match, young Beaver?”


Beavs jumped a little as the silence was broken. Beaver noticed Johnny was still staring straight ahead at the road.


DB: “Damn it, Johnny, I hate when you do that. I sure am I want to be prepared for anything to happen in this match, we can win this if we’re ready for the unexpected.”


JR: “Very good, I completely agree with you. What happens after we win this match though, Dustin? Do you keep on defending that SeaV title of yours? Or do you move up to where you would belong after winning such a high caliber match?”


Beaver thought for a moment.


DB: “You know I had actually been giving that some thought. I still want to be the greatest SeaV champ this company has ever seen. But at the same time, I want to keep moving up in competition or at least face the best of the best every week. There’s no reason for me to languish against mediocre opponents when I am still trying to get better.”


JR: “I agree with your assessment as well. Just look at the strides you’ve made in the two months since you’ve been a member of #beachkrew. From low mid-carder and new champion with what people considered a ‘jobber’ belt. Now here you in the co-main event with the same belt, but its status has obviously been elevated by your title reign. Just imagine what you’ll be able to do in two more months, young Beaver. Wade will have to give you a Whirlpool title shot at that rate.”


Beaver laughed.


DB: “Eh, I don’t really want to go one on one with the Leviathan. But I have no problems taking on anyone else. This win Johnny, this win is going to cement us as three people not to fuck around with in WSeaF. I mean, I’m sure it’s already known that we’re a force to be reckoned with, but this kind of win is one that makes people afraid to face you.”


Rabid nodded his head, still looking forward.


JR: “That it does. You just do what you do best and wrestle the best you can, that’s all #beachkrew has ever asked of you, Dustin.”


DB: “I will, you better Beavlieve it.”


Thursday January 7th, 8:35 am


Beaver woke up to Kyle Kemp pushing on this shoulder from the front seat.


KK: “Beaver! Wake the hell up! We’re at our special destination!”


Beavs eyes shot open and he looked around. He could here loud audible pops around him and he wondered what the hell was going on.


DB: “Wha…What? What’s going on? Where are we?”


KK: “Come on, Beaver. This is the surprise I told you about the other day. Get up, we need to get going, Johnny already has everything set up.”


Beavs had forgotten all about the special surprise because of the importance of their match at Slam. He climbed out of the backseat and took a look around. They were parked in a gravel parking lot. There was a large sign that read “Shooting Range”.


DB: “Oh damn, are we going to shoot some guns?”


KK: “You fucking bet we are! Come on, follow me!”


Kemp led Beaver through the parking lot to a picnic table in front of a shooting lane with paper targets already set up downrange. Rabid sat at the table with a variety of weapons prepared to be ready for being fired. Rabid looked up and watched as the two approached.


JR: “Dustin, the surprise Kyle and I set up for you is shooting these guns you see in front of us.”


Beaver nodded in approval.


DB: “Sounds pretty bad ass to me!”


KK: “Damn straight, we ready to go, Johnny?"


JR: “Yes, the ammo is already loaded. All you have to do is insert the magazine and make the weapon ready to fire.”


KK: “Hell yeah, come over here, Beaver. You can choose which one you want to fire first.”


Beaver walked over to the picnic table where five different guns were laid out nice and neatly. Beavs picked up one of two pistols that were next to each other.


JR: “Ah good choice, the Glock 22, standard police issue sidearm. It fires a .40 caliber round, so you shouldn’t have to worry about the kick too much.”


Beaver picked up the magazine and loaded it into the weapon. Beavs held the gun awkwardly as he aimed it at the target. Rabid walked over to Beaver to assist him with his grip and stance.


JR: “Here hold it like this. Yes good. Now you’ll want to stand with your feet about this far apart and make sure you’re square with the target, good. Whenever you’re ready to fire, flip the switch there so the gun is off safe and then pull the trigger with a slow, steady squeeze.”


Beaver followed Rabid’s instructions perfectly and he fired off a few rounds quickly.


JR: “Good, you might want to have a bigger pause in between shots though, to improve accuracy.”


Beaver did as instructed. He turned to Rabid once the gun ran out of ammo.


JR: “Good job, Beaver. Press the button there to eject the magazine and let me see inside of it to make sure there’s no ammo left.”


Beaver showed Rabid the empty magazine and inside of the gun.


JR: “Good, push that there to make it slide forward again and put the safety back on. Excellent, you did a nice job there, Dustin. I’m guessing that you haven’t fired too many weapons before?”


DB: “Heh not really, no. That was fucking awesome though.”


JR: “Yes, a great way to relieve stress and prepare yourself for dangerous situations. Speaking of shooting and wrestling, what do you guys think makes a good shoot? How do you completely demoralize your opponent before the match even starts?”


Kemp answered first as Beaver thought about Rabid’s question.


KK: “Well Johnny, I think that if you can find out what your opponent feels most comfortable about in their game and pick that apart, telling them why they’re shit, it makes them feel pretty fucking bad about themselves. Making sure I always tell people that I’m better than them doesn’t’ hurt either!”


Rabid nodded.


JR: “A very effective strategy there, partner. What about you, Dustin? Any strategy or strategies you like to try to implement?”


Beaver looked at the ground a moment before answering.


DB: “Well I guess I’m a fairly observational person. I like to point out what people do wrong a lot and make them feel like shit about it. I also like to repeat all of my recent accomplishments to show them that I’m trending up and it’s going to be a fucking battle for them to beat me, if they even have a chance.”


Rabid again nodded.


JR: “Yes excellent, both great ideas gentlemen. I’m a very cerebral individual myself, I like to get into people’s minds and make them feel scared to death of what I’m capable of.”


Beaver and Kemp turned to each other and attempted to hold back their laughter.


JR: “What’s so funny guys?”


KK: “Nothing, nothing at all man. How about we get to firing all of these bad ass guns before it gets too late?!”


JR: “Yes that sounds like a good idea. We need to get back on the road soon so we have adequate time to prepare for our match.”


The three of them spent the next few hours shooting all of the weapons that Johnny had brought with him. Beaver was having a great time; it was a nice break from thinking about the match for once. In the back of his mind though, he knew that there was still hard work to be done.


Saturday January 9th, 11:45 am


Beaver, Rabid and Kemp stood in the middle of the already set up ring at the PNC Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina. They had been practicing dealing with different possible scenarios for the last few hours. Beavs liked the feeling of this three person team; the shooting experience had really helped build the camaraderie even more with his two #beachkrew brothers.


JR: “Dustin, what would you do if Grayson received a hot tag and came charging at you to knock you off the apron as Kyle was crawling towards you for a tag? I’m temporarily knocked out on the floor in this situation.”


DB: “Well I’d sure as hell duck, maybe try to drive a shoulder into his gut to slow him down.”


JR: “So you would stay on the apron and not try to enter the ring to try to stop him from gaining too much momentum?”


Beaver paused for a moment.


DB: “Well no, because he would have that much extra time to see me approaching and have a better chance of knocking me out of the ring and leaving a hurt Kemp all by himself with no help in sight.”


Rabid nodded in agreement.


JR: “Very good, Dustin, I would agree with your logic as well. Unpredictability wins over a show of force in this case. Let’s run both of those quickly, just to see how that would work.”


The team ran through both of those scenarios and worked for a few more hours afterwards. The three made their way into the locker room area after they were satisfied with the preparation. They now sat in the #beachkrew locker room, finishing up the discussion before taking a break for the day.


JR: “So how are you two feeling right now?”


KK: “I feel fucking great, partner. Beaver here has been great for us; he really knows what it takes to win.”


Beaver smiled at the floor after Kemp’s words of praise.


JR: “How about you, young Beaver?”


Beaver looked up. He looked at Rabid and then Kemp before answering.


DB: “I honestly feel more prepared for this match than any match I’ve ever had before. I know what we’re up against but I feel like there’s nothing stopping us from winning this match. You guys are the tag champs for a reason, and I’m the SeaV champ for a reason. If we do what we know we need to do, this win is easily going to #beachkrew. We’re going to keep showing all of these pretenders why we’re the real fucking deal every week, you can Beavlieve that!”