Post by Dustin Beaver on Jan 24, 2016 0:47:24 GMT -5
Sunday January 17th, 8:40 pm
The scene opens with Dustin Beaver retreating up the ramp at the PNC Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina with the SeaV title in hand. Beavs has just been pinned for the first time since October, but his brain refuses to acknowledge that the event actually happened. Beaver does not look back and walks right through the curtain into the locker room. Beavs doesn’t attempt to locate any #beachkrew members, instead he grabs his bag that he brought with him and finds the nearest exit, leaving the arena. Fortunately for Beaver, is able to locate a taxi fairly quickly, still not having interacted with any WCF staff or personnel. Beavs has the driver take him back to the DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel where he stayed at for the weekend. Upon arriving, Beaver hands the driver an extra $50 to stay outside of the building until he comes back. Beavs quickly packs all of his belongings in the room, including stashing away the SeaV title in his suitcase. He used the small notepad provided in his room to scribble down the address of a potential hiding location he had remembered before he forgot it. Beaver then tore off the piece of paper and stuffed it into his front pants pocket. He next went to the front desk and checked out of his hotel room, hurrying the poor front lobby associate working that evening. After finishing the checkout process, Beavs rushed back out to his waiting taxi cab and instructed the driver to head to the Raleigh-Durham International Airport. Beaver handed the driver a $100 bill and told him to drive as fast as possible. The driver made it to the airport in less than half the time it took to get Beaver from the airport to his hotel room at the beginning of the weekend. Beavs practically ran through the airport to make it to the check in area. He looked at all of the soon departing flights. One place stuck out to Beaver as being close to the place that he had in mind that he would be able to safely hideout from anyone who was attempting to locate or contact him. Beavs checked in his suitcase, keeping the SeaV belt hidden away in it. You know plausible deniability and shit. Beaver cleared airport security on the first attempt, thanking his lucky stars for no cavity search. He went and picked up a Cinnabon because he was hungry and fuck it, it’s the damn airport, might as well overpay for something delicious over something questionable. Beaver sat at his terminal, waiting to board his flight with Cinnabon in hand. Beavs finally had time to reflect on what had happened that evening. Had he really lost to Stuart Slane? What had he done wrong to lose to a guy that should have had layers of ring rust still on him? No, Beavs thought, he hadn’t lost there was no way that was possible. He still had the SeaV belt in his possession, which had to count for something. He wasn’t about to give up to HIS SeaV title to some guy he hadn’t even heard of until that week. Who were all of these “legends” of the past that kept showing up? Why did they seem to be coming out of the wood works lately? Beaver was starting to think that something behind the scenes was being put into place, something that no one had clued him in on. Seth Lerch had to have had some kind of master plan being executed, Beaver thought, and he wasn’t about to fall into their trap. Beavs was going to hold on to the SeaV belt until they pried it out of his cold, dead hands. He sat there silently for about an hour, slowly chipping away at his Cinnabon, avoiding eye contact with anyone around him. Any one of these people could be an agent for WCF, he thought, he wasn’t about to look suspicious around them. Just as Beaver finished his Cinnabon, it was time to board his flight. He picked up his carry-on bag that contained his laptop and proceeded to his first class seat. Beaver tactfully took a look around the area he was seated in. He checked under and above his seat for any listening and/or recording devices that may have been trying to capture his activity. As Beavs finished his check, the stewardess in the first class section walked by him and smiled.
Stewardess: “Good evening, sir, is there anything that I can get for you?”
Beaver looked the waitress up and down with a serious look on his face.
Dustin Beaver: “Are you one of them? Are you one of the people trying to screw over the Beaver?”
The waitress gave him an awkward look.
Stewardess: “Um, I’m not exactly sure what you’re referring to, sir. I’m just a stewardess on this airplane, wondering if you needed anything!”
Beaver slowly nodded.
DB: “Uh huh, and I’m the fucking prime minister of Canada, walk on lady.”
The stewardess gave Beavs a puzzled look and then walked past him to continue to help other passengers. Beaver wasn’t about to trust anyone on this flight, not until he was miles away from North Carolina. After the flight took off, Beavs pulled out his laptop and brought up his music folder. Beaver looked through all of the bands and artists. He couldn’t decide on a particular group that tickled his fancy at the time, but then he thought about the files on his computer. What was stopping someone from putting a hidden folder on there to track what he was doing on his PC? His laptop had sat unmonitored in his hotel room most of the weekend. What if WCF had hired one of the maids to plant such a folder or worse, what if the maid had installed some kind of tracking hardware on it? Beavs quickly closed out of all programs on his computer and powered it down. He looked to his left and right again nervously. Beaver decided to sit there and do nothing for the time being. He was going to have to sit there, alone in his thoughts, unable to do anything for fear of being targeted by an unfair and unjust corrupt wrestling organization. Why had they done this to him? Why had they conspired to get the SeaV belt off of the Supreme Beavliever? Beavs thought that it was pretty obvious that the ref had fast counted Slane’s pin or that he had slow counted Beaver’s pin attempt after hitting the Bass Drop. Beaver then remembered that his phone was still on as well. He hadn’t looked at his phone since before his match started at Slam, and he was wary to see what he had missed. Beavs pushed the button on the side to make the screen light up. He entered his lock code and observed that he had missed several calls and texts from not just members of #beachkrew, but also higher ranking WCF representatives.
DB: “Well what the fuck ever, not getting back to any of that right now.”
Beaver then turned his phone off, and pulled the battery out. He returned both items to his pocket and looked around the first class area once again. He still didn’t see anything that looked too far out of the ordinary, but he wasn’t about to let his guard down now. Beavs knew that once he did that, someone would be there to force him into giving up the location of his precious SeaV belt. The SeaV belt, Beaver felt naked without it over his shoulder or sitting next to him. The belt he had worked so hard to earn, gone like he never had it in the first place. Beavs wiped away a tear that had begun to form at the corner of his eye. He suddenly became very tired, and drifted off to sleep without much of a fight.
Monday January 18th, 3:33 am
Beavs woke up in his seat with a jolt. He looked around, it was dark in the cabin, and everyone else was asleep. Beaver looked at his laptop case and checked his pockets; everything still seemed to be in place. He shook his head. What was wrong with him? Beaver had never been like this, he needed to snap back to reality. But the thought of losing his SeaV title continued to overwhelm his thoughts, he wasn’t going to be able to shake the feeling. He just had to make it to his final destination and he would be safe.
DB: “Not too much longer, you can do this, Dustin. Just have to keep on Beavlieving.”
Monday January 18th, 7:07 am
Beaver had finally arrived at his journey's end. He grabbed the laptop case, keeping it close and waited for all of the other first class passengers to leave before he exited himself. Beavs stepped into the terminal and took a look around; again nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He looked outside; it looked gray and cold, just what he was hoping for since he wanted to be somewhere where no one would go. Beaver took a deep breath and began his walk to the baggage claim area. It didn’t take long for Beavs to spot his suitcase; he snatched it off of the conveyor belt. He glanced to his left and right before unzipping the suitcase just enough to see inside. The shine from the gold belt greeted him; Beaver smiled and once again secured the suitcase. He made his way to the ORBITZ airport car rental booth.
ORBITZ employee: “Hello sir, how may I assist you today?”
DB: “Um yeah, could I rent a car. Preferably one of your most common models, please?”
ORBITZ employee: “Of course, it looks like we have our most common model available. Just fill out this form and will you be paying with cash or credit?”
DB: “Uh, cash. For sure cash.”
Beaver filled the form out, he was very nervous about having to use his real name but he didn’t have a fake driver’s license on him at the time to use instead. Paying cash seemed like the better untraceable option, so that was a no brainer for him. Beavs completed the form and turned it back into the employee.
ORBITZ employee: “This all looks good, Mr. Beaver. Here are your keys, and your car will be parked in that number right out front! Thank you for using ORBITZ!”
DB: “Great, thanks.”
Beavs once again gathered his belongings and made his way outside. It took him a few minutes to locate his vehicle because of the plainness of it. The 2016 white Toyota Camry was exactly what Beaver had wanted though, nothing flashy at all, just a car that would blend in well with everyone else. He placed his laptop bag in the trunk, but walked around to the passenger side and carefully placed the suitcase on the passenger seat. Beavs walked back around the car and got into the driver’s seat, he was happy to see that the vehicle came equipped with GPS. He wasn’t 100% about how to reach where he was trying to go, but he didn’t want to risk turning his phone back on and making himself vulnerable to being tracked. Beaver pulled out the piece of paper from his pocket that he had written a potential hideout address on. He input the address into the GPS and much to Beaver’s delight, the location popped up in the window, the GPS voice telling Beavs he had 77 minutes until he reached his destination. Beaver then unzipped the suitcase next to him, just enough that he could catch a glimpse of the SeaV title.
DB: “Perfect, alright girl, were going to make sure that no one takes you away from me. Seclusion here we come!”
Monday January 18th, 8:38 am
Beaver had made a wrong turn or two as his GPS had failed him for a brief period, but after the hiccup, everything was smooth sailing. He pulled up to the nondescript brick building and parked the Camry. Beavs zipped up the suitcase once again, but left it in the vehicle. He clicked the ‘lock’ button on the key fob to lock the door and stood just outside of the car to further examine the building. Beaver had been told of this place back when he was doing his singing impersonator gig, as a spot to get away from everyone for a little while. He was happy to see that it didn’t seem occupied at the time and he decided to walk up to the door to see if he could manage to find a way in. Beaver attempted to turn the knob to the front door but it was to no avail. He looked around the front for something that might be able to help out his cause. He then looked down and saw that he was standing on a ‘Welcome!’ mat. Beavs wondered if they could be that cliché and have a key stashed under the doormat. He stepped off of the mat and flipped up the bottom right corner. Beaver saw nothing but he decided to try the bottom left corner. Again nothing, he let out a sigh and was about to keep thinking of ideas when he noticed a small piece of duct tape on the bottom of the mat. He was thinking it was probably nothing but Beavs pulled the tape back anyways. Beaver was shocked and elated to see a key fall into his hand once the tape was fully removed. He put the key in the deadbolt lock, and he felt a ‘clunk’, indicating that something had happened. Beaver again turned the knob and pushed on the door, success! Beavs had successfully made it into his secret hideaway, a place where he could feel safe for the time being. He stepped in and took a look around. The place had basic furnishings, nothing special but better than nothing. The place looked like it hadn’t been lived in for some time, but there was nothing too dirty or unkempt, just a layer of dust here and there. Beavs attempted to turn on the front light switch, and was happily surprised to see that it actually worked and turned the light on. Beaver carefully walked around the house, making sure to keep an eye out for anyone who may be trying to hide, like himself. He was relieved when he reached the last room and found that not another soul was alive in there. Beavs went back out to his rental car and retrieved both his suitcase and the laptop bag and brought them inside his new temporary home. Beaver picked out the bedroom with the most comfortable looking bed, out of the two bedrooms that were his options, and dropped off his two bags. He then sat down on the bed, Beaver was worn out. The stress of the situation he now found himself in was starting to really take a toll on him. He once again unzipped his suitcase, all the way this time, and flipped the top open, revealing his SeaV title. Damn Seth Lerch and the WCF corporate machine trying to steal away Beaver’s SeaV title, what a bunch of assholes. Beavs then remembered that he saw a computer in an office room when he was clearing the house room by room. He wanted to see what the WCF was saying about him or if they were going on like business as usual and had him scheduled in a match for the next Slam. Beaver grabbed the SeaV title out of the suitcase and slung it over his shoulder. Beavs walked down the hall and found the computer, he booted it up. Beaver double clicked on the ‘Chrome’ icon, hoping that the house would have working internet, in addition to electricity. He was ecstatic to see that his new temporary home was two for two, as the google.com popped up successfully. Beavs went to the WCF website and found that not only had they scheduled him for Slam, they had scheduled him for Fifteen as well! Fifteen would be Beaver taking on not only Stuart Slane again, but also Andre Holmes as well.
DB: “That figures.”
But before he got to Fifteen, they scheduled him at the next Slam to pair with his future opponent, Andre Holmes, to face his former nemesis, Occulo, and Howard Black. He also saw that Stuart Slane had a “TV Title defense” against Bad News Benson. Seeing that match enraged Beavs.
DB: “Ha! If they think I’m going to show up for that bullshit at Slam they have another thing coming. Beaver will show up at Fifteen to OFFICIALLY take back what is already rightfully mine!”
Beavs was happy to see that the computer was equipped with a webcam and he made his way over to WCF’s official media page. He put in his credentials and made sure the webcam was properly set up and ready to go. He then began.
DB: “So I suppose everyone is wondering, where the hell is Dustin Beaver and HIS SeaV title? Well I’ll tell you where I’m not going to be. Dustin Beaver is not going to be wasting his time going to Richmond, Virginia to participate in a pointless tag team match that moron Seth Lerch attempted to force me into. Especially when Seth’s stupid ass already has me scheduled for Fifteen defending MY SeaV title and he’s trying to partner me with one of the douchebags he’s making me destroy at said pay-per-view! I mean seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?! “Oh this Beaver kid must be a complete idiot; I bet he’ll bite on this match to show off and we’ll steal the SeaV title from him then.” We’ll guess what dickwad, Dustin Beaver is not an idiot and I only compete now when I fucking feel like it’s worth MY time! Andre Holmes, good fucking luck hero boy, I know you’re going to show up for our “tag” match even when you know the Beavs won’t be in your corner to fucking save you. Occulo, we’ve been to hell and back already, the only thing I have to say to you is that we’re even now for the amazingly intelligent DQ win I pulled over you before One. So enjoy this win over the Supreme Beavliever, because it will be the LAST win you will ever get against Dustin Beaver. Howard Black, I really don’t know much about you there fella, but I don’t really care to find out either. I know that you’re yet another dick rider of Joey “Apparently Once Again” Flash, judging by your shared title with him, and that immediately puts you on the ‘Beaver Shit List’. I’m sure we’ll cross paths at some point, and I’ll have no issues with showing you why I’m the most dominant SeaV champ this place has ever seen. Stuart Slane… you know what, no, I’m going to save everything I have for you Ol’ Stu until just before Fifteen. So in closing, I hope you imbeciles have fun destroying each other for no reason while I rest up and get ready for a match that actually matters. And don’t even bother searching for the Great Beaver because you’re not going to find me, I’m just that fucking good Beavlieve that, see everyone at Fifteen.”
Beaver shut off the webcam and uploaded his video to the WCF media site. He was excited to finally have a week off, it had been quite a while since he had had one. But Beavs, knew that this was no vacation, he had a big match after Slam this coming Sunday.
DB: “Stuart Slane, Andre Holmes, shit, anyone else who magically gets into this SeaV title match at Fifteen, I will be walking out of that match STILL the SeaV champion. As any of my Beavlievers know, all we have to do is…Beavlieve!”
