Post by Dustin Beaver on Jan 17, 2016 1:10:36 GMT -5
Sunday January 10th, 9:40 pm
The scene opens with Dustin Beaver and Johnny Rabid pulling Kyle Kemp up the ramp after their six man tag match at Slam. Kemp was forced to quickly tap out to a ‘Pain is Love’ arm bar from Joseph Malignaggi, but he saved himself from any further damage that could have put his tag team championship status in jeopardy. The three make their way through the curtain and into the backstage area.
Kyle Kemp: “Hey guys, I’m sorry I had to tap out there. He caught me with that bullshit and I didn’t want him trying to break my arm or anything.”
Dustin Beaver: “Yo my man, that’s alright. You guys have the tag titles to worry about. And it’s not like I lost the SeaV belt because you made the tap, so all good. It’s all about that big picture.”
Johnny Rabid: “Quite correct, Dustin. Kyle’s move was well calculated for the path that we still have to traverse. There will always be next week to pick up a win. I would say that we accomplished what was needed in that match.”
KK: “Yeah, Malignaggi and Pierce will be going for each other’s throats for sure now. They’ll be kicking each other’s asses so much that Wade will make easy work out of whichever one of those fuccbois that wins the number one contender’s match.”
DB: “I sure hope so, fuck both of those douchebags. It was so satisfying finally being able to punch Joey “Used to Be” Flash right in the mouth. I hope I get to do that again sometime soon!”
JR: “You may get your wish sometime down the line, Young Beaver. But leave that up to Wade for now, you still have your SeaV title belt to think about.”
DB: “Oh yeah.”
Beaver looked down and to his left at the SeaV title belt draped over his shoulder. Yet another week down as the SeaV champ. It was becoming such a regular thing for Beavs that he hardly even had to think about the SeaV belt being with him, it was almost like a part of his body at this point.
KK: “Yeah bro, hopefully you get scheduled against someone worthy of your time next week. I can’t wait to see some other pretender get destroyed by Beaver!”
JR: “Well since I’ll be working alongside Seth for a while again this week. I’ll see if I can’t make a suggestion for someone who I think will challenge you, Dustin.”
DB: “Cool, thanks Johnny! I would really appreciate it if you did that for me!”
JR: “No problem, young Beaver. Well how about we go meet up with the rest of the…”
Rabid looked over at Beaver.
JR: “Family, and see if we can strategize for the near future?”
KK: “That works for me, partner! Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
The three men moved on together from their spot in the back to look for the rest of their teammates. Getting prepared for the future was something that #beachkrew excelled at.
Monday January 11th, 7:45 am
Beaver is seated at the familiar chair across from Liam Gagnon’s desk at ‘The 6 Wrestling School’ in downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Gags had called Beavs into his office early in the morning as Seth had apparently been on the ball and released the Slam card relatively on time. Beaver had hope that Rabid would pull through for him in getting him a quality opponent this week, just as Jim Thuggin had done the week before. Gags had a look of bewilderment on his face as he looked at his computer screen and then at the seated Beaver across from him. Gags clicked some keys on his keyboard and appeared to read something on the screen as Beavs continued to wait patiently. Finally after a few moments too long, Beaver broke the awkward silence.
DB: “Boss, what the hell? Who am I facing this week? I want to get out there and start training for this shit as soon as possible!”
Liam Gagnon: “I know you do, kid, I know. Alright, well your opponent for this week is… Stuart Slane.”
Beaver looked back at Gags with no expression displayed on his face. Gags waited another minute for a response from Beavs, but the reply never came.
Gags: “Well aren’t you going to say something, Beavs?”
Beaver continued to sit there, blinking several times.
DB: “…Gags…WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!”
Gags: “Don’t worry; I was prepared for this because I had no idea myself. It turns out that this guy made his return to WCF last week. He’s a former United States AND internet champion, including being the internet champion of the year in 2012!”
Beaver stared back at Gags. A look of irritation quickly crept across Beavs’ face.
DB: “2012?! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me right now, boss! This is the year two thousand SIX fucking TEEN! I’m not going to be impressed by some guy who had minor fame four fucking years ago! Why does Seth insist on putting me against these fucking old assholes who are having delusions of grandeur and come back like they’re going to make a fucking mark now when they couldn’t get the job done years ago?!”
Gags: “I know, Beavs, but you have to look at this as another opportunity to shut down a former WCF champion of sorts. Just keep adding these guys to your résumé, and they’ll have no choice but to book you in the main events every week in no time!”
Beaver appreciated what Gags was trying to do, but the truth was that Beavs was angry at being paired against someone he didn’t deem worthy of his time. Stuart Slane? Seriously, the guy had been back for what? A whole one week and he gets a shot at the SeaV champion of over two months?!
DB: “I get what you’re saying, boss, but this is ridiculous. I have a convincing win over a former US Champ at One, the biggest WSeaF show of the year. Then what do I get? Oh yeah, a match against resident big boobs herself, Celeste. What does Occulo, the man I destroyed at One get? Oh that’s right, he got a shot at the Trios titles with a returning Howard Black and Joseph “Used to Have the” Flash! I mean, fucking really?! What do I have to do to earn some respect around here? Shit, I showed last week alone that I can hang with the big boys here so then they relegate me back down to low mid card against a guy who is coming off a three or four year hiatus? Seriously, what the fuck is up with that?”
Gags: “I know, kid, I completely understand where you’re coming from but at the same time, don’t let them trip you up with this. Go out there and take care of this guy in dominating fashion to show them that you’re done with the opening the damn show for good.”
Gags was right, Seth obviously wasn’t the biggest #beachkrew fan out there, and everyone knew that he was the biggest Joseph Malinaggi nut hugger around. This could very well have been his way of showing Beavs that he wasn’t about to have yet another member of #beachkrew wrestling the main events any time soon.
DB: “You’re right, Gags. I’m going to train my ass off as usual and I’m going to thrash whoever the hell…what did you say this guy’s name was again?”
Gags: “Stuart Slane.”
DB: “Yeah, I’m going to beat his ass right back out of the WSeaF once again, you can Beavlieve that.”
Wednesday January 13th, 6:30 pm
Beaver was relaxing comfortably on the couch in his home on the outskirts of Toronto. Beavs was nicely attired in his favorite pink silk robe with the purple “DB” embroidery on the chest. Beaver was watching the latest episode of Slam, which he liked to do every week, just in case he happened to miss something that may have been of some importance. Beaver watched as the man he now knew as, Stuart Slane, stumbled his way through a terrible promo that was recorded in a fucking barn of all places. Then his return match against the debuting, Travis Tusk, followed. Beavs could only shake his head back and forth as Slane looked gassed after about two minutes into the match. Beaver faked a large yawn and slow clapped as he watched Slane hit the ‘Slane Slam’ and get the win over Tusk.
DB: “I just don’t get it. How does THAT performance earn him a shot at MY SeaV title? This is such bullshit; I should be wrestling the Joseph Malig…whatevers, the Dunes, the Grayson Pierces every week! But noooo, instead I get this fucking guy.”
Beaver was losing motivation quickly regarding performing well in his next match. Watching the Slane/Tusk match made him realize just how far he had come in four months. He was well past facing competition at this level, yet here he was, taking on one of the participants from the train wreck of a match he had just observed one week removed from it. Beavs wished that he had a veteran of the company that he could talk to. Beaver needed someone that could help him with keeping up the enthusiasm match after match, no matter the quality of the opponent or the importance of the match. Just then, it hit Beavs like a bolt of lightning that he had someone just like that available to him. Beaver grabbed his cell phone off of the coffee table in front of him and quickly searched through the names stored.
DB: “Hell yeah, there he is! I’m glad I grabbed his number when I had the chance!”
Beaver hit the green phone button to dial the highlighted number. After three rings, the phone on the other end picked up.
Voice: “Yeah, who the hell is this?”
DB: “Hey, it’s Dustin Beaver! I know we don’t talk to each other or hang out very often, but I’m having an issue that I think you may be able to help me with. Would it be possible to meet up with you somewhere in Raleigh before Slam?”
Voice: “No shit, Dustin Beaver, good to hear from you. Um yeah sure, why the hell not? How about you meet me Friday night at 10 at the ‘Flying Saucer’? I hear it’s a good place to drink beer.”
DB: “That works for me! Thanks for agreeing to meet up with me, brother. I’ll see ya, Friday!”
Voice: “Cool, later.”
A click came from the other end. Beaver now had renewed hope for his match this next Slam. If anyone were to reignite the flame that Beavs needed to continue to blaze his path to SeaV greatness, it was this guy!
Thursday January 14th, 8:30 am
Beaver was working on some maneuvers in the training ring at ‘The 6’ as Gags looked on from ringside. Beavs stopped for a break and hung his arms over the top rope, looking down at Gags.
DB: “Hey boss, this is going to be my last training day here for the week. I have a meeting with a guy I think is going to help me get that spark back that I need to motivate me for this next match. And hopefully he not only will he help me with my next match, he’ll be able to drop some wisdom on me that motivates me for any bullshit match I have in the future.”
Gags: “Well that’s good, Beavs. Who the hell is this mystery man?
A smile crept across Beaver’s face.
DB: “Well boss, let’s just say that this guy is a real Monster.”
Friday January 15th, 3:45 pm
Beaver arrived at the Raleigh-Durham International Airport well ahead of his scheduled meeting that he had planned for the evening. The time gap was actually a good thing for Beavs as he needed time to check into his hotel and unwind a bit before the busyness of the weekend caught up to him. Beaver signed a few autographs and posed for a couple of pictures before exiting the airport. Beavs waived down a taxi and caught a ride to the DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel he was staying at downtown. Beaver checked in and got his room key. He then made his way up to room 269; chuckling to himself at the silliness of the room number he had to stay in. Beavs was happy with little moments such as this, it was a nice reminder that he didn’t always have to be the serious, cold, calculating bastard that a lot of people considered him to be anymore. Beaver opened the door to the room and immediately flung his suitcase to his left on the floor. He then tossed the SeaV title belt on to the bed and followed it by jumping on to the bed himself. Beavs laid there and stared at the ceiling for some time. He had heard of wrestlers in the WSeaF needing to take breaks on occasion, such as Mr. Slane that he would be facing in a match on Sunday. But Beaver never thought that he would be one of those wrestlers. Beavs had two things going for him that a lot of other wrestlers didn’t have the luxury of having on their side. The first thing was the relative inexperience of Beaver. A lot of these guys had been at the wrestling game for years, finally having made it to the WSeaF after some time. This wasn’t the case for Beavs, WSeaF was his first wrestling company and his first foray into wrestling period. The second thing that Beaver had going for him was the backing of an incredible stable like #beachkrew this early in his career. Not only could he rely on #bk to not only continually push him in the right direction towards success, but they were teaching him everything important he needed to know about the business. He was learning good habits and bad habits to avoid that could potentially hinder his progress or make him fall flat and get him bounced right out of the company. Beavs finally felt relaxed for once laying on that hotel bed in the quietness, he set his alarm and dozed off to sleep.
Friday January 15th, 8:00 pm
Beaver’s alarm on his phone went off; he sat up and slid the red ‘x’ tab to turn it off. Beavs wiped his eyes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for his meeting in two hours. Beaver finished his shower and got dressed in a nice, casual clubbing outfit he had packed. Beavs finished his preparation earlier than he had expected and decided to browse the internet on his phone to see if there were any popular hot spots he’d want to hit up after his get-together. Beaver sadly realized quickly that Raleigh, North Carolina wasn’t really the party capital of the world.
DB: “Alright fuck it, I’ll just go there early I guess!”
Friday January 15th, 8:35 pm
Beaver walked in through the front door of the ‘Flying Saucer Draught Emporium’ and took a look around. The place was definitely a beer bar, as they had probably over what Beavs guessed was 100 taps or more behind the bar. The place was a little busy, but you could tell that it was one of those places that would really get hopping around 11 or so. As Beaver eyed the seating at the bar looking for a spot to sit, he noticed a large man with a black mask with black mesh over the eyes, nose, and mouth. The man was also wearing a Slayer t-shirt and torn black jean shorts and black combat boots. The guy was sitting all by himself, as Beavs guessed anyone was too afraid to attempt to sit next to the intimidating presence that IT had. Beaver hadn’t planned on the person he was meeting there being early but he was happy to see that he wouldn’t be waiting at all. Beavs walked up to the man as he was taking a drink from a giant mug.
DB: “And there IT is! Thanks again for agreeing to meet with me, OblivSEAon!”
IT slammed the now empty mug down on to the bar.
OblivSEAon: “Well if it isn’t Dustin fucking Beaver, how the hell are ya?”
DB: “Doing alright my man, how about yourself?”
IT looked down at his watch before answering Beaver’s question.
Obi: “Well I showed up about half an hour ago, hoping to be drunk by the time you got here. But you’re early as shit! Punctuality isn’t a bad thing though, how about you take a seat? I’ll buy the first round for us!”
DB: “Cool, sounds good to me!”
Beaver took his seat as IT yelled for a bartender. An effeminate looking young man slowly tip-toed his way over, obviously scared of the black masked man at the bar.
Bartender: “Wh…What would you li…like, sir?”
Obi: “Give us two more of these big ass mugs with some dark ass beer in it, and make it fast or I’ll fucking come back there and get it myself, comprendé?”
Bartender: “Y…Yes, sir. Right away, sir!”
The man scurried off as IT laughed.
Obi: “So Dustin, my boy, what made you ask me to meet you this evening? You sounded like you had something important to talk about that I might be able to help with?”
DB: “Yeah so…”
Before Beaver could start, the bartender returned and quickly placed the mugs of beer in front of the pair. Oblivion stared at the man until he ran away.
DB: “…I have yet another SeaV title match coming up, and I’m just finding really difficult to get excited about this match. I had a pretty big match last week, where I got a shot to face a couple of guys that are in the World title picture, and this week I’m facing some returning old-timer…”
Beavs looked over at IT as OblivSEAon stared back, still listening to Beaver’s story.
DB: “No offense of course, Obi. And I just feel like I’m past the level where I face no-names and people that have been long forgotten about. I want those high profile names every week and it’s dragging my confidence down a little not having that kind of a match this time around.”
IT looked away from Beaver and stared at the wall in front of him as he took a drink of his beer. OblivSEAon smashed the mug back down and nodded.
Obi: “Yeah, I see what you’re getting at there, Beaver. Here’s the thing, not every match you have in WSeaF is going to be a big match. Damn, if that we’re the case, I would have retired a long fucking time ago!”
DB: “I mean, I guess I understand that, but I think what I really wanted to ask you is…how do you do it? I mean, you have a laundry list of accomplishments in the WSeaF, including being a former World champ and eight time Hardcore champ. What keeps you going match after match when you’ve done so much and really have nothing left to prove to anyone?”
IT took another swig of beer as he appeared to be thinking of how to answer Beaver’s question.
Obi: “That’s a good question, Beaver. Honestly, I just fucking love wrestling. I love everything about the business and can’t imagine myself doing anything else. I still love getting into the heated battles with some rival and having that match where everything is on the line. The storylines, the stables, the rise and fall of stars, the big events, it’s just all good shit, Dustin.”
DB: “So it doesn’t bother you at all when you’re not going for a title or in the main event even though you’ve been there before?”
Obi: “Nah, I mean, I’m sure it might have bothered me a little at first, but as long as you’re making a good living for yourself and having a good time, that’s what really matters. Shit, if you don’t like being here then I’ll be the first one to put my boot to your ass and tell you to get the fuck out of here!”
Beavs went wide eyed for a moment as IT appeared to be waiting for a reply.
DB: “Hey easy there, killer, I fucking love WSeaF! You won’t be seeing me disappear any time soon!”
Obi: “Good, ‘cause I fucking hate that shit. I’ve seen too many people that were listed on the roster one day and then they’re gone the next. Some of these people even were good or showed a lot of promise. Wasted fucking talent is a big pet peeve of mine.”
IT stopped and stared at Beaver for a moment, looking him up and down.
Obi: “But I can tell you’re serious about this, I mean calling me for this meeting showed me that. Don’t waste your talent, Dustin. Go into every match like you have something to prove. If you are able to keep that attitude time and time again and show them that you’ve earned something beyond opening a show, they’ll have no choice but to put you where you belong. And if the day comes where you’ve lost the passion to do this anymore, you’ll know. I still have that passion in me, that’s why I keep going, I hope you’re able to keep it for a while too.”
Beaver nodded, it was nice to hear these words from a guy who had seen pretty much everything there was to see in WSeaF. And here this man was, OblivSEAon, still the monster, still a guy that had a prominent name in the sport, despite being such a long time vet. IT showed Beavs that he could make any match the important match he wanted, no matter where in the show it was. And even if the day came where Beaver was no longer the SeaV champ, he could move on to the next thing and still be a star, and at the very least a respected wrestler.
DB: “Thanks Obi, I think I just really needed to hear that from someone like you. You’re the guy who has likely dealt with it all in this business.”
Obi: “Yeah, no problem, Beaver. It’s always a pleasure to hang out with a fellow #beachkrew brother.”
IT slammed yet another empty mug down on to the bar.
Obi: “Now how about YOU buy ME a damn drink!”
DB: “Ha ha, you got it!”
Beaver and OblivSEAon sat there, drinking and talking for another few hours. Beavs was really beginning to feel like a veteran in the WSeaF landscape.
Saturday January 16th, 1:15 am
Beaver arrived back at his hotel room and sat on his bed. The meeting he had with OblivSEAon really had the effect on him that he was hoping for. Beavs felt a lot more at ease with his placement on the card and his match for Slam this week. IT was right, Beaver had to just keep on the path of putting on amazing performance after amazing performance, and Seth would have no choice but to give Beavs the matches that he really wanted. Beaver imagined that if he could make Stuart Slane look like a guy that had been main eventing for years in just his second match back from a three year layoff that Beavs would get that quality opposition he wanted the next week. Speaking of Stuart Slane, Beaver realized at that moment that he hadn’t recorded a promo for his upcoming match. Beavs grabbed the SeaV title belt off his bed and slung it around his shoulder. Beaver then got his phone out of his pocket and went to the Skype application on it. Beavs set it up to record a video message and when he was ready, Beaver hit the record button.
DB: “Hello my Beavlievers and #beachkrew faithful, I hope I find all of you in good health this week. For anyone who’s wondering, Kemp is fine, fortunately Joseph “Not Quite” Flash wasn’t able to do much damage to him, no surprise there really. And now your Supreme Beavliever will defend his SeaV title yet again. My opponent for this week is another…interesting one. He is none other than the former “Scoutmaster” Stuart Slane! … Yeah, I had no idea either, folks, so just like Celeste a couple of weeks ago, I had to look up his information. I do have to say, this guy’s background is a little more impressive than Celeste’s. Not only is Slane a former US champion, he was the internet champion of the year … in 2012! Yes, you heard that correctly, two thousand and TWELVE. He then disappeared for quite some time, only to reappear last week and narrowly defeated a brand new wrestler making his debut. With that “incredible” victory, the brain trust that is Seth Lerch in all of his infinite wisdom deemed that performance good enough to take on YOUR SeaV champ for MY title. Now I know what you’re thinking, why do I keep getting fed all of these betas that think they can swim with a real shark? Now I had to do some soul searching this week about this match, fortunately I talked to your Monster Guardian of the Brocean, OblivSEAon, and he set me in the right direction. This may not be the match we hoped for, but if I keep dazzling you Beavlievers out there, Seth will have no choice but to put the Beavlieving Overlord in the big matches that he belongs in. As a matter of fact, I’m going to send a message to Ol’ Seth by beating you so badly, Stu, that you’ll be lucky to walk out of my ring. When your back feels the Beaver-to-Belly, it’s going to feel like you were hit with a sledgehammer. But will I stop at just one? Eh, I’m not thinking so. Seth and this terrible booking of me against nobodies and old-timers is really starting to piss me off. Like I told you earlier this week on the internet board, Stu, nothing personal just business. But before we get too far ahead of ourselves, let’s talk about the unfortunate soul that will be crushed by me this week. Stuart Slane, from Grant…Iowa? Where the fuck is Iowa? Is that the state where they grow all of the potatoes or whatever? You know what, I don’t really care, I’m sure it’s some hick state where you’ll find nothing but white trash and the maggots of society infesting the streets. A place where the “good guy” Stuart Slane would fit right in! It’s amazing that an internet champ came from such a shithole. Shit, I’d be surprised if this Iowa place even had computers! You see this video you’re watching right now, Stuart, Mr. 2012 Technology? I’m recording this on my phone, and I’m going to upload it to the WSeaF media board when I feel like being done talking! Now don’t tell me you know how that works, because lying is bad! Shame, shame, Stu! Mr. Scout’s Honor shouldn’t be lying or breaking any rules anymore! I love Stu, how you claim that you’re a reformed man, a real ‘on the straight and narrow’ kind of person. Yet in the same breath, you remind us that you were, “having wrestlers’ kids murdered when Dune was still playing in his sandbox.” You know, which one fucking is it man? Yeah, people change blah, blah, blah, what-the-fuck-ever. Either be Mr. Goody-fucking-two-shoes or be this alleged bad ass that you supposedly were! Oh by the way, the promo that I had to sit painfully through where you dropped that Dune line, FUCKING SUCKED. I mean was this really a promo by a guy that was the US champ?! If that’s really the case, I feel bad for the lack of competition that must have existed back in your heyday. And the Internet champion of the year in 2012, huh? I would love to see you paired against Z-Mac in an Internet title match sometime soon. One ‘Shia_Clap’ into a ‘Booty_Trombone_Cowboyhat’ and I would be shooting on a corpse right now LOL. But that just goes to show you how much the landscape has changed in the eons since you’ve been away. But no Stu, this is no Internet title match, this is THE SeaV title match and you are facing THE best SeaV champion this place has EVER fucking seen. I’ve held this here SeaV title now for over two months, defending it against far greater competition than yourself who have been around for a considerable amount of time longer as well. I mean, let’s just face facts Stu my boy, you don’t have what it takes anymore. You’re just another one of these old fogeys who thinks they still have it and can leave their mark on the industry. And to put you at a further disadvantage, you’re pretending to be someone that you’re fucking not. You’re yet another in a long line of assholes bending over for Seth Lerch and giving him what he wants. It seems like I’ve been facing a lot of you douchebag ‘Yes’ men lately, but I like I told Joseph “WreckedByDuneLOL” Flash last week, I have no problem taking out some trash all by myself. But go ahead, Stu, show me what you can do being the guy that panders to these pathetic fans. You’ll sadly find out that even with the fans cheering you on, it’s not going to be remotely close enough to defeat Dustin Beaver. There will be no merit badge for the “World’s Most Dangerous Scoutmaster” for vanquishing the Great Beaver. Now that’s something you can Beavlieve.”
Beaver hit the ‘Record’ button again and stopped the recording. Beavs played back the recording to make sure it was up to his high standards of excellence. Satisfied with what he watched, Beaver then uploaded the video to WSeaF’s media board. Beavs then threw the SeaV title belt back on to the bed and sat in silence for a moment. He stared down at the SeaV title belt, the gold gleaming from the pale table lamp that illuminated the room. Beaver knew that there would come a day where he would no longer be the SeaV champ and he would have to chase gold once again. However, Beavs knew in his heart that this wasn’t going to be the week.
DB: “You’re going to win Dustin, just like you’ve done so many times before. This isn’t the big one, but if you don’t win this, there won’t be any big one any time soon. I can’t stop Beavlieving now!”
