Post by Dustin Beaver on Jan 31, 2016 1:36:01 GMT -5
Monday January 25th, 02:21 am
A fatigued looking Dustin Beaver sits in a dark room, staring into the webcam of his temporary computer at his secure lockup that he has housed himself in. Dark bags have begun to form under Beaver’s eyes as it is obvious to look at him that he has not been sleeping well lately. The SeaV belt is prominently displayed over his shirtless left shoulder, shining brightly from the reflection of the computer monitor. Beavs stares at the webcam for almost a full minute before he finally begins to speak.
Dustin Beaver: “January 31st live from the Wells Fargo Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, my Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies, you will witness the destruction of two men at the same time by yours truly, the Supreme Beavliever, Dustin Beaver. On one hand I will be facing a man that has just began his rise in the WSeaF, only to have it snuffed out by the Great Beaver before he really even gained any kind of steam. On the other hand, we have a man that was wrestling in the WSeaF long before I had ever made the decision to begin dominating this sport. Unfortunately for him, he decided that he had unfinished business and attempted to come back during my supremacy of this here SeaV title. After this match, he will return to whatever hole he crawled out of, like he never came back in the first place. I mean let’s be honest here people, the only reason everyone wants to see this match is to see ME, Dustin fucking Beaver! Seriously, who the hell is Andre Holmes? You’ve been here for what, maybe a month or two? Yikes, I hope you at least you have some big show experience already since you’re stepping up to the plate to face the ace. Oh look, you sure do! Let’s see here, you had a…Torneo Cibernetico match at One? What the hell is that? Is that like a clusterfuck match with a fancy name to make the participants feel like they’re important? Well whatever, I’m sure you won that match…oh, oh dear. It looks like you couldn’t even win a...Tornado Cyberoptics match or whatever the hell it’s called. What was I doing while you were losing a jobber clusterfuck match, you ask? Oh you know, just having my One moment where I gloriously retained my SeaV title, you know, no big deal or anything! How did it feel, Andre? How did it feel to go home and have to look your two daughters in the eye, your two future Beaver bedroom vixens, and tell them that you couldn’t win the big one for them? I just don’t know what that would feel like, because well you know, I know how to win those significant battles. You see, even though Dustin Beaver is still considered a rising star in this organization, I’m already gaining the necessary experience to actually keep climbing that ladder rung by rung. How did you get into this match, Andre? Well it appears that you beat a gentleman by the name of, Lucious Starr? I mean, really? That’s what qualifies someone to face me for MY SeaV title? I don’t understand this bullshit, so a jobber gets a title shot because he beat a worse jobber? What kind of logic is this? Why is Seth handing these title shots out like candy to people who just happened to be standing around in the right place at the right time? Last time I checked, you have to earn shit around here. Just like when I earned my first SeaV title shot by picking up multiple wins over a span of multiple weeks, not this one match shit. Teo Del Sol got the luckiest win of his career and escaped with his life in my first shot at the belt. Of course I showed in that match that I was primed and ready to take that gold and because no one else had EARNED the shot at the strap, I got a second chance and decimated Andre Jenson, like the nerd that he is. After that I took on whatever riff raff they felt like throwing at me. Hey, I might talk shit about some of my former opponents, like Occulo or lil’ miss Bonnie Blue, but at least they paid their dues and earned the ass beating they got from me! I’ll get back to you Andre, but speaking of paying your dues, Stuart fucking Slane, I have not forgot about you in the slightest. A win over me, the ONLY win over me you’ll get. You asked me to man up to the fact that I lost? Fine, that is what it is. But you think that you deserve MY SeaV title because you managed to get one luck ass win over the Great Beaver? No, Stu that is where you are incorrect. You see, I Beavlieve in the philosophy of proving yourself, this requires more than two performances with one fluky win. When I faced you the first time, I made a mistake. The mistake I made was not researching exactly who you were. I saw that you did your research in your promo for our first match. You pointed out the alleged flaws in my character, what makes me vulnerable to losing. This, Stu, was a big mistake on your part. You see, you were right in the analysis that Dustin Beaver is a grinder, someone who works his ass off to become better and better each and every week. I saw that you discredited many of my victories. You said that I was carried by others or perhaps let off the hook by teammates in other matches. Here’s the problem with that logic, Ol’ Stu. Dustin Beaver could still have been the worst man every single one of those nights. But the Great Beaver REFUSES to let up. A “good workhorse” is what you referred to me as. Well here’s the thing Stu, I could be a good workhorse, but if I suck, I suck. I would say that my SeaV title here and my CONTINUING reign proves otherwise, and discredits your bullshit argument about me lacking “real talent”. But let’s talk about you for a minute, Mr. Slane. While it’s hard to get a read on you from the whole three matches you’ve had since you’ve been back, I’ve had the opportunity to review quite a bit of old footage of you from your “heyday” here in the WSeaF. Let’s take a trip down memory lane to February 24th, 2013, the ‘Timebomb’ pay-per-view here in WSeaf. Ah yes, I’m sure you recall that event all too well, don’t you Stuart? It was the show where you lost your then US title belt to Jay Price, a man that wanted it more than you. Did you want the SeaV title more than me last Slam? Possibly, I let my mind wander and think about potential future big matchups that I can and should be involved in. But you know what? Losing that match made me realize that defending the SeaV title night after night is what I should be doing right now. I need to keep proving myself every week with gold on the line until there’s no more debate that I’m undeniably one of the best in this damn company. And you know what? I have no problem with that, I like showing off my abilities for my Beavlievers, and they deserve the best Supreme Beavliever that I can give them. And you know what my Beavlievers don’t deserve, Stu? They don’t deserve to have to be forced to watch some has been try to hold on to some dream that he for some inexplicable reason won’t stop chasing. Here, let’s see if you remember this line, Stu. “Stuart hated them as well. Though, let’s be frank, he isn’t too fond of the metaphorical viscera of any of his WCF workmates. That’s just the way he’s wired. Hate is what drives him, what keeps him performing at the highest level against the best competition in the sport of pro wrestling.” Yes Mr. Slane that was in fact a promo of yours circa 2013. While I realize that this was some time ago, it wasn’t THAT long ago in the grand scheme of things. How can you come out here and lie to these people that you’re a changed man, some face of the company that the people should rally behind? Driven by hate, huh? So let me get this straight, if you’re supposedly fueled by this hate to keep performing against the best competition, what the hell drives you now? At least Andre Holmes has the excuse that he still has to prove himself here, but what the hell do you have, Stuart? Since I’m sure it would take you too long to come up with something, let me be the one to spell it out for ya, Stu. You have nothing left. Once I OFFICIALLY become the SeaV champion once again, you will have less than nothing. You’ll be out of here faster than one of those people I hear joked about mercilessly in the locker room that got the boot before I made my historic arrival in WSeaF. That will be the end you again, Scoutmaster, the guy that should have had it but just couldn’t put it together. More wasted talent exploited by the Beavs ability to dismantle his opposition piece by piece. That would just leave poor Andre Holmes; see I told you I wouldn’t forget about getting back to you! Andre trying to make a name for himself, and oh look at this, you joined a faction! Rebellution, how fucking cute is that! Well let’s see who’s in this shit, shall we? Andre Holmes, about to get destroyed by the Great Beaver, Bonnie Blue, already destroyed by the Great Beaver, Grayson Pierce, couldn’t touch the Great Beaver, and…DeMarcus Jordan? Some other noob that will inevitably get annihilated by the Great Beaver! Well I mean, at least you tried I guess? That is not a group of people that will further you in this company, friend. Now #beachkrew, wow, that’s a fucking team right there! The Whirlpool champ, the tag champs, the currently unofficial but will be official after Fifteen SeaV champ, control of the company for a time, I mean the list of accolades and accomplishments for the most dominating faction this place has ever seen just goes on and on. With being part of such a prestigious group of men, and a woman, comes the pressure of having to perform up to their standard of excellence. But as I already alluded to you earlier, I obviously have no qualms with rising to the task when it comes to big events. This is where I will beat you, Mr. Holmes. You haven’t yet proven that you can win the big match when it matters and I’m damn sure not about to let you start against the Supreme Beavliever. Stuart, Andre, Dustin Beaver is going to win this match, that’s all you really need to know. I have a legacy as the SeaV champ to continue and one of you is old news, while the other doesn’t have what it takes yet. Me though? I’m the here and now that will be walking out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania as the undisputed SeaV champion to keep along the path as the greatest SeaV champion of ALL TIME. You can…Beavlieve that!”
Beaver turned off the webcam and shut down the computer. He sat there for a moment, alone in the dark. He could feel the weight of the SeaV title on his shoulder, it felt heavier to him than normal. Maybe the burden of holding on to a belt that people were trying to claim wasn’t his anymore was starting to take its toll on him. Beavs had heard bumps and creaks occasionally that were likely random house noises but they still made him jump and grab the kitchen knife that he had scrounged up to defend himself with. He kept the SeaV title close to him at all times, not wanting to risk someone managing to find him and getting their nasty paws on HIS SeaV belt. Beaver was tired, but he knew that sleep wasn’t going to be easy to come by during this week. He walked into his bedroom, tossing the SeaV belt on to the bed as he entered. Beaver stared at the SeaV title, studying its features. For as long as he had had the title, he had never taken the time to really look at the details of it. The honeycomb design of the main part of the gold looked sharp with the embossed ‘WCF’ in large print, with the ‘Televison’ below that and then ‘Champion’ at the bottom to finish it. The little ‘WCF’ plates on the side of the matte black leather belt really brought the whole look together nicely. Maybe it was the little bit or porn Beavs had indulged in just before recording his promo, but something about curves of the SeaV belt really stuck out to him, it was almost like it looked…sexy. What was wrong with him? Why was Beaver looking at an inanimate object like this? Beaver then realized that the SeaV belt meant more to him than any woman ever had. What the SeaV title represented, the power it made him feel, it signified everything that was good that he had felt in the last couple months. Beavs continued to stare at the belt and he found himself becoming aroused. What was happening? He felt an emotion that he recognized but had never been able to describe before. Dustin Beaver was IN LOVE with the SeaV title. It felt right to think it, to feel it in his heart. Beavs continued to stare at the belt while he pulled off the boxers he had been wearing and he stood there naked, staring at the newly recognized love of his life. He slowly made his way over to the bed and gently laid himself next to the SeaV belt. He took a finger and rubbed it along the “WCF” letter by letter, enjoying every second of what he was doing.
DB: “So there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, girl. I know you can’t reply back, but…I love you. I know you love me too, I can FEEL our connection, and I can feel that we NEED each other. I would never let anyone take you away from me, not without putting up the biggest fight the thief had EVER seen in their life. They can send all of these pretenders our way; they’ll never have the bond with you that I have. They’ll never be able to show you the world, be able to enjoy the incredible things we’ve shared together over the last two months. We’ve had many ups and very few downs. The biggest down I regret is questioning whether I still needed you in my life last week. I mean, what the fuck was I thinking? Of course I need you, bae, I realize now that you’re the love of my life. You’re the thing that gave me everything I ever wanted, the fame, the fortune, the glory. Without you, where would I be? I’d still be just another one of these idiots out here busting my ass trying to be someone. But I don’t have to try to be someone, not with you. I can be me, and when they see you and me together, they know that I AM someone. I want this feeling to last forever, sure I’ll hopefully win some more gold down the line, not that I want to replace you, baby, it’s not like that. But even if I do bring in more gold, you’ll always be my first, the one that really made me feel like I’m someone special. I…I want to show you how I feel about you, give you something that we’ll make you always remember me if we somehow do part.”
Beavs had become fully aroused during his speech to his love, and he lay next to the belt at full mast. He took one end of the strap of the SeaV title and rolled it towards the middle, making a tube shape with the one end. Beaver then placed…himself inside of the tube. He rolled the end of the belt, adjusting it around himself so that it was an appropriate size for his manhood, tight but not too tight. Beaver then began to move the tube he had made with the belt up and down as he lay on his back. The leather felt a lot better for the, show of affection, that he was giving the SeaV belt. He thought about all the good times he and the belt had together, the random sluts they had picked up from bars during #beachkrew parties, the skanks fellatiating him on the limo rides to and from various places, while the SeaV belt sat on his shoulder taking in all of the action. After about five minutes of Beaver’s moment with the SeaV title, he could feel himself about to climax. He began to pick up his pace; Beaver was really beginning to sweat which was good in his case because he needed the natural lubricant for the situation he now found himself in. He thought of all of the future good times they were going to have together once he retained his love at Fifteen, more power, more money, more bitches. Just as Beavs thought about more bitches, he pictured the most immaculate titties he had ever seen in his life. He did a short pull on the belt one more time and released his seed all over the strap of the SeaV title belt. He carefully unrolled the strap of the belt to return it to its natural resting position. Beaver stared at the explosion he had left on his SeaV love. It almost looked like it was sparkling back at him, like the belt was more than happy to receive that piece of him. The smile on Beavs’ face faded as he realized that he should probably clean up the mess that he had made. He walked to the bathroom and grabbed an old, torn up towel he had found a while back, he returned to the bedroom and wiped up his emission from the belt. The gold seemed to shine brighter than before to Beaver after he had finished. He smiled, a creepy smile, as he realized that his essence would forever be with the SeaV title, no matter who the holder of it was. Beavs finally felt tired enough to sleep. He curled up in bed under the heavy comforter that had been provided when he had found refuge there. He spooned with the SeaV title that night and slept better than he had in days.
Monday January 25th, 11:11 am
Beaver sat in the recliner in his temporary home’s living room. He was watching some late morning cartoons, the SeaV belt sitting comfortably in his lap. Beavs was finally able to relax after the whole ordeal of having to run from Slam so they couldn’t take the love of his life. He glanced down at the SeaV belt and smiled, this is just how it was supposed to be. Without warning, a slow three hit knock at the front door made him jump out of his chair. Beaver left the SeaV belt on the chair and grabbed the kitchen knife that was within close proximity to him on the floor. He slowly inched his way to the door, dreading every step as he got closer to the unknown. Beavs made it to halfway between the chair and the door, when a voice from outside broke the painful silence.
Voice: “Dustin, I know that you’re in there, it’s Johnny Rabid. Please open the door so we can talk.”
Beaver stood there in stunned silence. That Johnny Rabid had an unreal ability to be anywhere at any time. But how could he be sure that it was actually Johnny Rabid? What if it was some imposter that had tracked down his belt and was able to sound just like Johnny and was attempting to get into the house without a struggle?
Voice: “Young Beaver, again please open this door. We need to have a discussion.”
DB: “…How…how do I know that you’re actually Johnny Rabid?”
Voice: “Two and a half weeks ago, you, Kyle Kemp and I went to a shooting range before our six man tag match at Slam. We then discussed the best way to shoot on our opponents in promos.”
This rang true to Beaver. He knew that no one could have made that up knowing this because only he, Rabid and Kemp knew about this.
DB: “Oh ok, Johnny, I’m going to open the door now. I’m going to open it slowly though.”
Voice: “That’s fine, Dustin, I come in peace.”
Beavs walked the rest of the way to the door. He looked into the peephole and saw what looked like Johnny Rabid, dressed in a fine all black suit. Beaver cautiously put a hand out and slowly turned the deadbolt to unlock the door. His hand shook as he turned the doorknob and gradually pulled the door open, revealing a serious faced Johnny Rabid.
Johnny Rabid: “Dustin, there is no need for the knife in your hand. Let’s have a seat and talk about your actions at Slam and what needs to happen now.”
Beaver looked sheepishly at the ground.
DB: “Ok.”
Beavs walked back to the recliner and returned to his sitting position with the SeaV belt in his lap. Rabid sat in the middle of the couch at the center of the living room.
JR: “Young Beaver, you lost your SeaV title defense at Slam.”
DB: “...Yeah, I sure did.”
JR: “Well Dustin, why do I see the SeaV title still sitting in your lap then?”
Beaver looked down at the SeaV title; he frowned as he felt shame for the first time since he walked out of Slam with the belt in tow.
DB: “Stuart Slane doesn’t DESERVE my SeaV title, Johnny! Just because he won some bullshit match he got a shot at the Great Beaver?! And then he gets a lucky pin over me and he thinks he’s the champ just like that?! I worked my ass off to get to this point and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some old-timer waltz back into WSeaF and take what I’ve earned!”
JR: “I understand that you’re upset, but you were beat that night and the title was on the line. There will be another day, Dustin; in fact it looks like you’re in a SeaV title match at Fifteen. That belt that currently rests on you does not belong to you right now.”
DB: “I know, I know I’ll tell you what. I don’t feel like dealing with Seth Lerch or any of that asshole executive help of his before Fifteen. So I’ll walk this title into the Wells Fargo Center, but if I lose that SeaV title match, which I WON’T, I will leave the building…without MY SeaV title.”
Rabid nodded.
JR: “That sounds agreeable, I’m glad we could come to an understanding so quickly. Oh, I brought a guest with me by the way that was concerned about you. Now that we have the SeaV belt business out of the way, would you like me to bring him in so that he can talk to you?”
DB: “Um yeah, sure. Before you do that though, I have something to confess to you.”
Rabid looked quizzically at Beaver.
JR: “Oh? Well what is it?”
Beavs stared at the SeaV belt for a moment, deciding if he really wanted to tell Johnny what he was about to tell him.
DB: “…I, um, well…I really don’t know how to put this any other way so here it goes. Johnny, I…made love to the SeaV title.”
Beaver looked up. Rabid was staring back at him, a look of bewilderment on his face.
JR: “I don’t understand, Dustin. What exactly do you mean by that?
Beavs became red faced as he thought of the best way to describe what he was trying to tell Rabid.
DB: “Well I was…aroused and I…shaped the SeaV belt the best way that I could and I, uh…pleasured myself with the belt…”
Rabid still stared at Beaver. It appeared that words were failing him at the moment.
JR: “Dustin, I have heard of human beings doing very strange things before. With that being said, what you just told me is one of the, if not the single most bizarre thing I have ever heard of anyone doing before. While I feel grateful that you trust me enough to share that…story with me, I would never repeat what you just told me to anyone else. I am 100% sure your actions would be frowned upon by everyone.”
Beaver nodded as he swallowed the lump that had formed in this throat.
DB: “Ok Johnny, sorry I just needed to tell someone…so that person you brought to see me, do I know ‘em?”
A smile returned to Rabid’s face.
JR: “Of course, Young Beaver, it’s someone that you know very well.”
Rabid stood up and walked to the door and then made his way outside. Beavs continued to sit in his chair and stare at the SeaV title while waiting. A short time later, Beaver watched as Rabid walked back in through the door, followed by a man, with a massive gold belt over his shoulder that Beaver immediately recognized. Beavs stood up to greet his special guest.
DB: “Wade! Shit man, am I happy to see you!”
Wade Moor had a solemn expression on his face as he looked at Beaver and then down at the SeaV title that sat on the recliner. Wade returned his gaze to Beaver as Beavs looked down at the ground, embarrassed about the current situation he found himself in.
Wade Moor: “Hey Dusty, while it’s good to see that you’re alive and safe, I can’t say that I’m too happy with you.”
Beavs continued to stare at the ground.
DB: “I know that you’re disappointed with me. I just, at the time I didn’t want to give up the SeaV title, especially not to someone that I still don’t Beavlieve deserves to have it.”
Wade walked over to Beaver and put a hand on his shoulder.
WM: “Listen kid, I understand how you must feel right now. But to take the SeaV belt with you like that after you didn’t win your match, you just can’t do shit like that. It doesn’t reflect well on you as a competitor and it sure as hell doesn’t make #beachkrew look good. I know that we’re all about being better than everyone else, but if we lose, we still have to look good in our losing effort to show people that we’re going to live to fight another day.”
Beaver finally looked up and looked Wade in the eye. He nodded in acknowledgment of Moor’s words.
DB: “I get that now. At the time though, I just couldn’t Beavlieve that I had let some old has-been, like Stuart fucking Slane, take the title that I had worked so hard for.”
WM: “Well guess what? You have a shot at redemption at Fifteen, you can rightfully take back that gold that belongs to you and #beachkrew. Don’t fail us, Dusty, more importantly don’t fail yourself. You’re still destined for amazing things in the WSeaF, becoming the SeaV champion once again is a perfect way to continue your path to greatness.”
Beavs’ face morphed into one of determination as he continued to nod at Wade’s words of encouragement.
DB: “You’re right, fuck you’re always right Wade. I’ve always Beavlieved in my ability and I know that I am going to win this match. Andre Holmes, Stuart fucking Slane, they’re just more road blocks in my way. I need to prepare for them, just like I’ve always prepared for any match before. Everyone gets caught at some point, it’s for sure happened to me before. Back then when it happened, I studied the hell out of it, learned from my mistakes. I just need to watch the Slane match again, see where I went wrong. I’ll soak up that knowledge and use it to make me even better, not use it as a reason to sit here and feel sorry for myself.”
Beaver now looked at Wade like a man that was ready to take on the world.
WM: “Damn right, Dusty. How about you pack your shit up and leave with us so we can train for our matches at Fifteen?”
DB: “Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome to me! I was tired of being in this shithole, hiding like some little bitch just because I didn’t want them taking that damn strap.”
Moor glanced at the SeaV title belt and then back to Beavs.
WM: “Can you promise me one thing though?”
DB: “Sure, Wade, anything. You just name it.”
Wade pointed at the SeaV title.
WM: “You stash that away in a bag of yours and don’t look at it until the night of Fifteen. I don’t want you even thinking about that thing until you’re in your match.”
Beaver looked back at the SeaV title and then again to Wade.
DB: “You got it; I’m ready to work my ass off all over again to earn the title that I deserve!”
Moor slapped Beaver on the shoulder.
WM: “Now that’s the right attitude! Get your shit together and let’s get the fuck out of here!”
Beaver picked up the SeaV belt off the recliner and went to the bedroom he had been using. He emptied his suitcase and placed the SeaV title at the bottom of it. Beavs stared at the title for a second, the feelings of his first title win came flooding back to him.
DB: “Well, this is it for now girl. I’ll see you on the night of Fifteen, we’ll officially be back together when it’s all said and done, I promise you that.”
After saying his parting words, Beavs covered the SeaV belt with his clothes before he had a chance to give it a second thought. He finished packing everything else he had brought with him and returned to the waiting Rabid and Moor in the living room.
JR: “Well Young Beaver, are you ready to depart?”
Beaver looked at Rabid and then Moor.
DB: “You bet your asses I’m ready. No more hiding, it’s time to reclaim what is rightfully mine and show my Beavlievers what we’re all about!”
Monday January 25th, 8:08 pm
Beaver stared out the tiny back window of Rabid’s Aston Martin as they screamed down the highway at a speed that Beavs could tell was well above the posted speed limit. Wade sat in front of Beaver in the front passenger seat; he was looking at something on his laptop. Johnny Rabid was in the driver’s speed, guiding them down the road like a man possessed. The dread of not being the SeaV champion had mostly faded from Beaver’s thoughts as renewed hope of winning his title back filled the void. He could do this, shit, the first time he won the SeaV title he wasn’t even in #beachkrew yet! With their guiding hand pushing him to such great heights, there was no way he was going to lose. Honestly, Andre Holmes and Stuart Slane didn’t even represent what Beaver felt was the greatest competition he had faced. He had already been in the ring with the likes of Joey Flash, Grayson Pierce, Occulo, and Vengeance, guys who were multiple belt champions and had been wrestling for an extended period of time. They didn’t bitch out and flee when they felt like they had had enough. They stuck it out and kept their nose to the grindstone, that’s what Beavs had to do. He had to be that “workhorse” that Slane had so aptly called him. He had to be even more relentless than the apparently “Relentless” Andre Holmes. Beaver had never really seen anything that impressed him about Andre, but of course, Holmes hadn’t been around for all that long yet. Beaver saw something in that competitor though, something that looked all too familiar to him. Whether Holmes liked it or not, he was the Dustin Beaver of two months ago. He was that young upstart that was on the cusp of gaining his first gold in the WSeaF. Beavs could see that Holmes was hungry to prove himself and Beaver recognized that the ‘Relentless’ one’s feelings mirrored what Beavs had felt just before finally earning his championship. Knowing this would allow Beaver to exploit Holmes, he would be able to see what Andre would do in their match and know his reason for doing it. Beavs would work him like a puppet and strike when the moment was right to take him out of the action. Stuart Slane, that guy was a little bit trickier. When Beaver was with him in the ring, he could tell that this guy’s return may have been worth the hype. But their match wasn’t the longest in the world, and at one point, Beaver thought he had the match in the bag. He hit that Bass Drop on Slane with the ferocity that he smashed every opponent’s face with. Yet this Slane character didn’t give up. Something was driving this guy, but Beavs couldn’t at this point quite put his finger on it. From everything Beaver could gather from Slane’s past, the guy was a real asshole. He was one that didn’t like to play along with others and was on his own program, not tailoring his craft to something that the fans appreciated. Why this sudden change of heart? Did he actually feel BAD about his past behavior? Beaver couldn’t understand this rationale; it was obvious that the way he was in the past was why he was such a force back then. Being the good guy now wasn’t going to change what Slane had already done, so why even bother? Why pretend to be something that you’re not? Beaver had done this in his past life, pretended to be someone else. He was fucking miserable! Sure he had made a decent like for himself, but at what cost? What good were material possessions and all the questionably legal girls you could shake a stick at if you were dying inside? Was Slane really that happy with his current situation? Maybe questioning Slane’s current disposition was the way to defeat him. If you got him really thinking about what he was doing, would he really be able to man up and admit that he didn’t like who he was before? If you could get the present Slane to rebuke the old Slane, would the motivation still be there? Beaver had a good feeling that it wouldn’t be, Slane would just become the shell of a former great wrestler. Beavs had a guess that Stuart already wasn’t as good as he used to be, and Beaver wasn’t about to make another dumb mistake and let him pull out a win because of it. The first chance Beavs had, he was going to watch his match against Slane, analyze every microsecond of it, and Beaver was going to recognize his mistakes, pick apart what Slane did well and what he was weak at. If need be, Beavs was going to enlist the help of his #beachkrew compatriots because why the hell not?! If you have the resources there at your disposal, you might as well fucking use them! Beaver could probably even get some of the guys to emulate his opponents and run different scenarios to get a feel for what could happen in a given situation. That’s what #beachkrew does, they look take a long look at their opposition, tear them down piece by piece until there’s nothing left, and win in dominating fashion. That’s why Beaver belonged in #beachkrew, he very much aligned himself with their ethos and ability to get the job done. Rabid's voice sliced through Beaver's silent contemplation.
JR: "Strategizing for your match against Slane and Holmes?"
DB: "Johnny, damn it, I've told you before that I hate when you do that!"
JR: "Sorry Dustin, I was just listening to your thoug...I mean, I was thinking that it would make for interesting conversation."
DB: "Uh huh, well the answer is yes. I'm thinking of ways to get in their heads during our match. I suppose you would be the perfect person to discuss such a thing with."
JR: "Indeed I would, you know #beachkrew is always here to help. You never have to hide away in some secret hideout, young Beaver. You can just turn to us when you find yourself in a difficult situation."
DB: "I know that, but I also know that you guys have your own problems to deal with. I don't want to be a burden to #beachkrew, I want to be someone that can be relied upon to get the job done AND help out when needed."
Beavs heard the a click in front of him as Moor had closed his laptop and now turned to the side so that Beaver could see his profile.
WM: "Dusty, no one in #beachkrew is going to stop Beavlieving in you. The only one who is ever going to stop Beavlieving in you is yourself. We know that you have the tools to get the job done and that can do it on your own. We've seen it before, including on the biggest stage of them all. Now you need to stop with this self-depreciating bullshit and take a couple sips of this."
Wade reached down to the floor and lifted up a bottle of Beaveater for everyone in the car to see.
DB: "Wade, you're the fucking best, my nilla. Let's drink it up!"
WM: "Ah ah, my friend, we take one big ass drink now. When we win your matches at Fifteen, THEN we polish off this bottle, got it?"
DB: "Hell yeah, sounds like a good idea to me!"
JR: "This sounds agreeable to me as well."
Moor cracked open the bottle and took the first, long drink out of the bottle. He then handed the bottle to Rabid who continued to hold the steering wheel with his left hand as he held the bottle with his right. After his drink, Rabid held the bottle out in the middle of the car, as Beaver grabbed the bottle from him.
WM: "Make it a good one, Dusty!"
Beaver looked down at the bottle. He thought of everything that he had been through and what still was lying ahead of him. He decided that this drink would lead to a new beginning, kick off his second title run in the WSeaF. While he wouldn't ever forget about winning his first title, he couldn't hold on to it as some kind of crutch of past greatness. He knew that if he did that, he would end up like Stuart Slane, a guy trying to reclaim past glory years after his prime. Beavs despised those kind of people and for sure didn't want to end up as one of them. But on the other hand, he also didn't want to be like Andre Holmes either. Beaver didn't want the label of being a great rising star, only to have someone better spoil the party and make that rise fizzle out. Beavs knew that he had to shed that 'rising' status and emerge as a bona-fide star of this company. Fifteen was the perfect platform to do just that. No longer did he had to worry about maintaining his champion status, defending his SeaV title week after week, he finally had something to prove again. He knew now that he would need to use this reason for proving himself as motivation to be at his best. He couldn't shut down and say he was meant for greater things anymore if he couldn't get the job done now.
WM: "God damn, kid, are you going to hold that fucking bottle all day or are you going to take a fucking drink?!"
DB: "Ha ha, right, sorry!"
Beavs held the bottle up to his lips and took a massive swig. He held the bottle in front of his face for a moment, looking at his likeness on the label. This was the empire that he had built; he now looked forward to rebuilding it more than anything. He smiled and handed the bottle back to Moor.
WM: "Now that you're ready, let's fucking do this!"
Rabid smirked at Moor's enthusiasm and slammed his foot on the accelerator, speeding them towards their destination.
Tuesday January 26th, 9:29 am
Rabid pulled the Aston Martin into the parking lot of a gym in West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Beavs looked out the window and observed that some African American guys were playing basketball on a nearby court.
JR: "We have arrived, gentlemen."
WM: "Ah good, it's about fucking time Johnny! ...Just kidding, you made it here fast as fuck."
DB: "Where the hell are we?"
JR: "A good inquiry since neither Wade nor I told you where we were going. We are in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the hosting city for Fifteen."
WM: "Specifically, we're at the gym where we'll be training this week to make sure we all have the best chance of laying waste to our opponents. Come on, Dusty, get out and stretch your legs a bit."
Wade lifted the front passenger seat for Beaver to be able to escape the small confines of the back. Beavs lifted his arms towards the sky and took a look around the landscape. He saw that white covered most of what he could see as snow had fallen sometime recently.
WM: "Dusty, we're going to have a morning workout. Grab some exercise clothes and towel out of your suitcase and meet us inside."
DB: "You got it!"
Rabid popped the trunk for Beaver to have access to his bags. Beavs unzipped his suitcase and looked for the first t-shirt and pair of shorts he could find. He could feel the presence of the SeaV belt at the bottom of the suitcase. It was like the thing was calling out to him, begging him to hold her once again. Beaver shook for a moment as he fought the temptation to uncover his SeaV title, see his love once again.
JR: "Dustin, is everything alright?"
Beavs looked up and saw that Rabid still stood by the front of his car, waiting for Dustin to retrieve his items.
DB: "Um yeah, everything's fine. Just having some issues finding everything I need."
JR: "Like I already told you earlier, #beachkrew is here to help."
Beaver nodded at Johnny, he knew he couldn't let them down.
DB: "Right!"
After regaining confidence in his restraint, Beavs quickly located a t-shirt, shorts and a towel. He peered into the suitcase for a second, and then zipped it up. He closed the trunk of the Aston Martin and joined Rabid's side.
DB: "Found everything I need!"
Rabid nodded in approval.
JR: "Very good, young Beaver, let's join everyone inside then."
Beavs followed Johnny through the front door of the 'West Philadelphia Gym of Fresh Princes" and he found out what Rabid meant when he said "join everyone". Once inside, Beaver saw that every member of #beachkrew was working out at the same time.
Kyle Kemp had a couple of fifty pound dumbbells and was staring at himself doing bicep curls in a mirror. Andre Aquarius was laying down at a bench press, throwing up a three hundred pound lift, as Sandy Coconutz spotted him, reading a book at the same time. Hacksaw Jim Thuggin' was walking at a leisurely, yet brisk pace on the treadmill as he watched CNN live on the TV mounted above him. Wade Moor was setting up at the leg press machine, Beavs knew he was about to do some work.
Kyle Kemp: "Yo Beaver! Glad you're not dead in a gutter somewhere! I knew Rabid would be able to find you if you were still alive."
DB: "Hey nice to see you too, Kyle! Yeah, I lost my mind for a little bit there, but I'm back and I'm ready to kick some fucking ass!"
KK: "Good to hear! Well then you should probably stop wasting time jawing on about it and get it in!"
DB: "Good call!"
Beaver took a look around the room. Even with all of #beachkrew there, many solid options were still available. One machine in particular managed to catch Beavs' eye as he walked over to it. The dead lift machine seemed all to appropriate as Beaver looked it up and down. While staring at the machine, Beavs was unfortunately reminded of how he had not been able to lift Stuart Slane up for the 'Beaver to Belly'. Beaver didn't know if he could prepare himself in less than a week to be able to accomplish that task this time around, but he wasn't going to give up without trying. Beavs made sure he was stretched out properly and completely and he set the machine to the correct height before beginning to load weight on to the machine. Beaver knew that out-powering Andre Holmes wasn't going to be an issue for him, as Holmes was the smaller man. But Beavs knew that using power against Slane was not going to be the tactic to use against the much larger man. Beaver was going to have to use his quickness and innovative offense to keep the much larger and still hopefully rusty competitor off his game. It was going to be strange for Beaver to have to implement two different strategies against two opponents at the same time, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to win. Beavs decided to put his body weight, two hundred and ten pounds, on the machine to start it off. Beaver prepared himself by grabbing the bar, he squatted down and looked up. Beaver drove his legs upward and completed the lift without a problem. Beavs dropped the weight and relaxed for a minute before deciding how much weight to try next.
KK: "Nice lift, bro. How about you try some real weight now though!"
DB: "Ha! I was going to get around to it man, at least give me a fucking chance to build up to it!"
Beavs eyed the weights again, this time he decided that he was going to try one and a half time his body weight. Beaver loaded the proper amount of weight on the bar and took a step back as he prepared himself. He realized then that executing the lift was just as much mental as it was physical. Sure he had the strength to lift the weight, but if his mind told him that he couldn't do it, it wasn't going to happen. Beaver had to keep telling himself, keep Beavlieving that he could beat Stuart Slane, even though the opposite happened the last time they met. Beavlieving, the idea of this had escaped him when he fled North Carolina with the SeaV belt, even though he was no longer the champion. If Beavs lost his ability to Beavlieve in himself, he might as well call it a career because he would never be the same wrestler again. Beaver however did still Beavlieve in himself; he knew that his Beavlievers still Beavlieved in him. He wasn't going to let them down this time, not again. That SeaV title was going to be his once again, no bullshit, and no excuses. Beaver confidently stepped up to the bar once again, and grabbed it. He once again drove his legs; he could feel the extra one hundred and five pounds as he strained to fully stand up.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin': "Come on, young Beaver; show us the determination that made us recruit you in the first place! Fulfill your destiny!"
Beaver loudly grunted as he completed the lift, dropping the bar again upon completion.
HJT: "Very impressive, Dustin, Slane only weighs two hundred and seventy pounds, but I'm sure that's made more awkward by his height and the fact that he's not a bar of weights. Why don't you try even more weight? Show us that you are able to go past your perceived limits to accomplish something even greater."
Beaver nodded in acknowledgement of Thuggin's challenge. Beavs eyed the weights one more time. Facing the unknown could be a scary prospect. Beaver had never faced Andre Holmes, but he knew that the guy was on quite the hot streak as of late. As Beavs had recently learned, he could never underestimate his opponents. He knew that Holmes was going to come at him with everything he had. Beaver vowed that he was not only going to study Slane like a book that week, but Holmes as well. He was going to see what his strengths and weaknesses were, Beavs was going to overcome whatever threat Holmes was able to muster. Beaver added the extra one hundred and five pounds to the bar to bring it to four hundred and twenty pounds, two times Beaver's body weight.
Andre Aquarius: "Come on, Beaver! We all Beavlieve in you, nilla!"
Beaver looked around the room as he realized that everyone was now watching him. Two times his body weight, which was no joke. Beavs knew he was in fantastic shape, but it's not like he was a professional weightlifter or anything. If Beaver was able to successfully lift twice his weight like that, he should be able to lift Slane into the Beaver-to-Belly and be able to dispatch him for good. He crouched down and grabbed the bar.
All: "Bea-ver! Bea-ver! Bea-ver!"
Beavs smiled as he knew that everyone there was pulling for him. They all Beavlieved in him and wanted him to succeed, this is what fueled Beaver, driving him towards triumph. He grabbed the bar as tightly as he could and drove his legs hard into the floor, so hard it felt like he was about to break right through. Beavs cried out as he managed to bring the weight up slightly.
Sandy Coconutz: "Come on Dusty, if you get this, appletinis on me tonight!"
Beaver huffed and puffed and managed to lift the bar a little more, but still had some distance to go. The weight began to start turning his arms and legs into jelly; Beavs was running out of gas fast.
WM: "Dusty this is yours to win, take it!"
Beaver's eyes lit up, he heard Wade's words clearly. Moor was not just talking about this lift, no; it meant more than that to Beavs. This was the wake-up call he needed, if Beaver couldn't do this, he wasn't going to be able to regain the gold that he knew was rightfully his. Beaver screamed as he gave it everything he had left in him, completing the lift. Everyone in the room began clapping and cheering. They walked over to Beavs and slapped him on the back and high-fived him after he dropped the bar.
JR: "See I told you Dustin, we all Beavlieve in you. It's all about preparing yourself and executing at Fifteen. If you do that, the SeaV championship is as good as yours."
DB: "I get it now, Johnny, I am THE Supreme Beavliever. You can count on me to win that gold back for me and #beachkrew, Beavlieve that!"
Tuesday January 26th, 10:33 pm
Beaver had put in a full day of training with his #beachkrew mates and he now sat on his hotel bed. He felt rejuvenated by working with his brothers and sister, he now had the energy and focus to properly train for the week, leading up to his SeaV title match. No longer was the dread of someone possibly rushing in on him and attempting to take the SeaV belt. No, it was hidden away in Wade Moor’s room, as Beaver had asked him to take it and hide the title until the night of Fifteen. Beavs was checking the WSeaF media page on his laptop, seeing if his opponents had posted anything yet. He came across his own video post from earlier in the week. Beaver played it back, he couldn’t Beavlieve that the man he was watching hysterically rant on was himself. The points he made about his opposition for Fifteen was on point, but the tone of the video he very much did not like. He looked panicked, terrified that someone was going to bust through the door of the room he was in at any second. Dustin Beaver afraid of anything, ha! He now looked at that as a ludicrous concept. He wasn’t scared of anything anymore; he had tasted defeat and “lost” his belt. And you know what? It wasn’t the end of the world; he was still standing and would have another shot at greatness. Beaver knew what he had to do; he wasn’t going to let this stand as his only promo leading up to such an important event. Beavs readied his computer by going to his Skype application, he made sure that he felt prepared and looked like a man that was on a fucking mission. Beaver hit the record button and began once again.
DB: “Well here we are Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies; we are less than forty eight hours removed from the last video I recorded for you guys. And you know what? I feel like a completely changed man. The last Dustin Beaver you saw, while he was correct about his analysis of his opponents, he was scared. He was scared of losing the SeaV belt that meant SO much to him. But you know what the truth is? The truth is people that I lost my SeaV title. That’s right; Stuart Slane beat me at the last Slam. You know it took me a little while to understand that it was possible again for me to lose a match because it had been so long, but my shoulders were pinned to the mat 1-2-3. The Beaver you saw forty eight hours ago didn’t accept this; he thought it was going to be all alcohol parties and blowjobs for the rest of his wrestling career. But I realize now that this is just not realistic. Even the Great Beaver is going to have downs in his life. But you know what else I realize now? I realize that it wasn’t the end of the world. I’m still standing right here, ready to fight another day. That next day is Sunday January 31st from the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I will take on two other men, one coming off of a victory over me just two weeks ago. I could be scared; I could just run away from this match and move on to something else. But that’s just not who Dustin Beaver is, I’m confident. I know that I still have the Beavlievers backing me; I still have #beachkrew, the most powerful faction EVER in ALL of wrestling right by my side. They’re prepared to help me get to where I need to be, and I’m prepared to make the jump to superstar status. I don’t want to be known as Dustin Beaver, a young rising star in the WSeaF. After Fifteen you will know me as Dustin Beaver, super-fucking-star of the WSeaF. There will be no questions as to if I’m the real deal anymore, no more can this guy hang with the best in the company. I’ll take on anyone and everyone thrown at me and I’m going into every match like I still have something to prove each and every time. Really the fact of the matter is I do have something to prove each and every match. I need to show the world that I’m better than the man or woman I face that night, no excuses, and if I can’t do that on a regular basis, I might as well not even fucking be here. So you will see the Supreme Beavliever on Sunday and you will see a man that is going to be ready for everything. No more underestimating opponents, no more talk of how I should be on to bigger and better thing. I will SHOW you that you can’t deny me anymore. I will show you that you’ll NEED to put me in the big matches to keep all the Beavlievers from rioting over there hero not getting his rightful spot. So I really hope Stuart Slane and Andre Holmes have a backup plan because being the SeaV champion is not in their respective futures. I am Dustin Beaver, I WILL be the SeaV champion once again, and all I have to do is … Beavlieve!”
Beaver stopped the recording and immediately uploaded it to the WSeaF media page. He did not need to review this video, he knew that it was exactly what he wanted and needed to say. Beavs turned the light of the room and lay in his bed. He didn’t turn the TV on as he wanted to go to bed early and get a good night’s sleep for the training he would be enduring the next day. Beaver thought about the SeaV title and how proud he had felt to carry it around everywhere with him. He thought about the way people looked at him with the gold prominently displayed on his body. They either wanted him or wanted to be him, he wanted that feeling again more than anything now. He knew now that holding on to something that was no longer his was not the way to do it. He would have to earn it all over again, but no longer was he afraid of losing the belt. No he no longer had to worry about that, he had to worry about working hard enough to get it back. He had to show everyone that he was in fact still the same man that held that title for over two months. No, he thought, he wasn’t the same man, he was a better man. He was a more dangerous man now that he knew how it felt to lose his championship status and that he would do whatever it took to not feel like that again. This was a new and improved Dustin Beaver, the Dustin Beaver that never questioned a challenge, never backed down from anyone. He would lay waste to whatever was thrown in front of him to the thrill of his Beavlievers, his family in #beachkrew, everyone back at ‘The 6’ Wrestling School who originally helped him get to where he was today, and the entire WSeaF Galaxy. This was the Great Beaver’s time, it wasn’t the time for a relic of some past era, like Stuart Slane, or some other rising star who thought he was the next big thing, like Andre Holmes.
DB: “I’ll show the whole world that I’m the man that runs this fucking place now. You can Beavlieve THAT.”
