Post by Dustin Beaver on Feb 7, 2016 4:56:49 GMT -5
Monday February 1st, 8:35 pm
The scene opens with Dustin Beaver storming down the ramp after his triple threat match at Fifteen. As he makes his way through the curtain in the back, Beavs doesn’t attempt to locate any of his #beachkrew teammates, instead heading straight for his locker. He grabs all of his necessary hygiene gear and jumps into the shower. Beaver just wanted to get the other man sweat and other unnecessary filth off of his body so he could get the hell out of the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania as soon as fucking possible. He was disappointed in himself as he ever had been. How could the Supreme Beavliever let Stuart Slane sneak out yet another win? Sure Beavs didn’t eat the pin, but he let it happen. He let the Scoutmaster steal a win that should have belonged to him. And now because of this mistake, the SeaV title was officially no longer his. Poof, just like that, and now he was back to square one. He felt like the backing of #beachkrew wasn’t in jeopardy, but he wondered what his role would be now. No longer did he have to be that standard bearer that dragged the gold into battle week after week. In a way, Beaver felt relieved that he wasn’t going to have that target on his back match after match anymore. After all, he’s the one that made the SeaV title relevant once again. He had in fact made it so relevant, that it dragged a past icon back to the WSeaF from where ever the hell he had been. Slane could attempt to do what Beavs had done for the title, but Beaver felt like he had left some big shoes to fill. But then that brought Beaver back to the question of what he was going to do now. The landscape seemed to be wide open in WSeaF with so many returning big players and a crop of new talent that included some very promising prospects.
Dustin Beaver: “Yeah, fuck this feeling sorry about losing my title shit! There are so many options now! I could feud with three or four assholes at the same time now and not have to worry about being the one that everyone wants a piece of!”
Beaver was finally starting to see that life without the SeaV belt might not be as bad as he had first imagined it. He laughed to himself as he thought about his actions after first losing to Slane, stealing the belt and fleeing the scene.
DB: “Oh man, what the hell was I thinking? I’m lucky I didn’t end up in the fucking looney bin after some shit like that!”
Beavs closed his eyes as he shampooed his hair. He would have to sit down with Hacksaw Jim Thuggin’ or Johnny Rabid or really anyone in #beachkrew and see what the best course of action would be for moving on. He couldn’t afford to get in a funk right after losing a title. Beaver knew as soon as he let something like that happen, he would be thrown down to show opener faster than he could say ‘BioWalker’. Beavs finished rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and the rest of his body and turned off the shower. He stood there for a moment, leaning a hand on the shower wall. Beaver finally felt some calm in his life. After his performance at Fifteen, he finally felt like he didn’t have to prove himself to anyone anymore. He was obviously a dangerous force in the WSeaF, with or without a gold belt supporting his claim. Beavs stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, he then changed into street clothes that he had brought with him. Beaver decided that the best course of action would be to attempt to find a fellow #beachkrew member or two. He left the shower area and began to walk towards the #beachkrew dressing room. Upon reaching the bright neon pink and green ‘#bk’ labeled door, Beavs slowly pushed it open and peaked inside. Beaver saw that every member of #beachkrew was present and they were huddled around a 64” flat screen TV that someone had made the arena staff place in the room. Johnny Rabid was the first one to notice Beaver sneak his way into the room.
Johnny Rabid: “Ah Dustin, come on in, we’re just watching the show.”
No one else turned around as Beavs made his way into the room and stood just behind everyone else.
JR: “We were sorry to see that you weren’t able to regain your SeaV title, but everyone here could tell it wasn’t from lack of trying.”
DB: “Thanks Johnny, yeah man, I gave it my best shot. Figures Slane would have to pin the other guy to escape the Beaver with the belt. Oh well, I can move on to bigger things after being in a solid match like that. I’m still willing to help out #beachkrew of course, in whatever way you guys see fit.”
Wade Moor, with the Whirlpool title slung over his shoulder, turned to face Beaver after hearing the last statement.
Wade Moor: “And we have many things in the works right now, Dusty. You did yourself and #beachkrew proud out there tonight, belt or no belt. You represented like a mother fucker and you put everyone on notice that you’re here to fuck shit up.”
Beavs grinned at Moor’s words of praise. This was the man that Beaver cared about impressing probably more so than anyone in the WSeaF. If the Whirlpool champ, the man at the very top of the ladder, was impressed by what you were doing, you were obviously doing something right.
DB: “Thanks champ, I’ve told you before that Dustin Beaver is never going to let you down, and I’ll mean that for as long as I’m here!”
Moor chuckled.
WM: “Oh Dusty, don’t worry, we’ve figured that out by now. No need to keep driving the point home to anyone in this room. Now how about you fucking relax for once and watch this damn show with us.”
DB: “Sure thing!”
Beavs moved forward a bit and stood next to Moor as they continued to watch all of the matches unfold.
Monday February 1st, 10:20 pm
All of #beachkrew had their eyes glued to the flat screen as Wade Moor continued to battle Jayson Price. Seth Lerch had made his way out to the match during the heat of the battle. He was actually in support of Wade, as he didn’t want Jayson Price to somehow get ahold of the company’s biggest title.
Seemingly utilizing a sixth sense, Price sidesteps - and escaping Wade Moor, who was running at him! Wade Moor is already in motion, and he hits a BROSEIDON PUNCH to Seth Lerch, sending Seth flying off the apron and into the guardrail! Before Wade can even react, he is spun around.
Zach Davis: DOWNFALL! JAYSON PRICE HITS IT!
The crowd can't help themselves but pop as Jayson Price pins Wade Moor in the middle of the ring.
ONE.
TWO.
THREE.
A loud gasp is heard throughout the #beachkrew locker room. Beaver stood there with his hands on his head, in absolute shock that his big brother, the Leviathan, fucking Godnilla, had actually been defeated. Ever since he was on the outside of the ring when Wade first captured the Whirlpool title, Beavs had thought that Wade Moor was untouchable, that he was going to be the man on top for as long as Beaver was around anyways. But there it was, the end of his title reign, just like Beavs’ reign had officially come to an end earlier in the evening.
Andre Aquarius: “Fuck that, homie!”
After his exclamation, Aquarius grabbed the flat screen with both hands and pulled it violently down to the floor, smashing the screen. What was happening? Was #beachkrew about to fall apart, was the empire really doomed now, right after their dominance at One? It wasn’t even his own loss, but Beaver now felt lower than he had at any point in his WSeaF career. #beachkrew was his family and Beavs very much worried that his loss may have put the dagger in their heart. It was amazing to Beaver that things could change so drastically so quickly in this business. One day you’re on top of the fucking world, destroying anything and everything put in your path. The next minute, you lose one match and in the blink of an eye, you’re back down at the bottom, looking for a way to get to the top. How did people do this their whole adult lives? Was constantly riding the giant roller coaster of ultimate highs and painful lows really worth it? Just as Beavs was pondering whether he had made the right career choice for himself, a loud crashing noise came from just down the hall and a moment later, Wade Moor appeared in the doorway. Everyone in the #beachkrew locker room turned around in unison to meet the gaze of their fallen hero. An awkwardly long pause followed as everyone stood there and stared at Wade, waiting for him to say something, anything.
WM: “Well that fucking sucked!”
A few unenthusiastic giggles made their way through the room, as no one else had anything to say at this point. Wade looked around the room, studying the face of each member of #beachkrew.
WM: “Look, I know this is a tough pill to swallow. But #beachkrew is by no means done because of this…DO YOU HEAR ME?! I SAID WE’RE NOT FUCKING DONE! Wipe all those looks of sympathy and worry from your faces. This is the time where we regroup and get back to doing what we do best, and that's dominating the WSeaF!"
Moor turned and faced Beaver, there was a look in Wade's eye that Beavs had never seen before. The look bordered somewhere on panic and rage but it had a hint of something else, a hint of confidence.
WM: "Dusty, remember that bottle of Beaveater we opened in Rabid's car on the way here?"
Beaver nodded his head affirmation, remaining silent.
WM: "Good, go to my bag over there and get it out. Take a drink and pass it around the room. After we've finished off that bottle, we're all going to fucking relax and talk about what happens next. Everyone got that?"
In unison, everyone in the room moved their heads up and down. Beavs quickly made his way over to Wade's bag and unzipped it, the bottle of Beaveater sat right on top. Beaver twisted off the lid and took a large gulp of the liquid that shared his namesake. Beaver then looked over and stuck his arm out to Kyle Kemp, passing him the bottle. After two trips around the room, the Beaveater had run dry and everyone sat for a moment in silence. Moor stared at the empty bottle for a second before once again addressing everyone at once.
WM: "There, now that everyone has had a chance to calm down a little bit, let's talk about what needs to be done and how we're going to do it."
#beachkrew sat in that dressing room and held their discussion until the equipment crew and cleaners had packed up and cleaned everything in the arena. They then left the building together at the same time, #beachkrew was more united now than they had ever been.
Wednesday February 3rd, 06:38 am
Beavs had taken a travel day to return to Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He now sat in his black Escalade just outside of the front entrance of 'The 6 Wrestling School' downtown. It had been about three weeks since he had last stepped foot inside of 'The 6', and Beaver was worried about what Liam Gagnon, his head trainer, was going to have to say to him. In the time that Beavs had last spoken to Gags, he had kidnapped the SeaV title, no showed his first event, had sex with the SeaV belt and lost at a pay-per-view. Beaver knew that there were going to be some harsh, criticizing words directed towards him. And even though he knew he deserved everything that he was going to get, Beavs still didn't want to deal with it. Beaver exhaled deeply as he turned the engine off and stepped out of his vehicle with this wrestling gear bag over his shoulder. It was a chilly February morning but Beavs was happy to be back where he felt like he belonged. As much as people said they didn't enjoy cold weather, to Beaver it felt like home. He watched his breath hang in the air, just before walking up to the front door. Beavs put his hands up to the front glass door and peaked inside. The inside of the building was dark, the various equipment sitting unused and unattended. However as he turned slightly to the right, Beaver could see a small yellow glow coming from a room just passed where the majority of the equipment sat. He knew exactly who was sitting in that room, likely writing something up or plugging away at an e-mail on his computer. Gags was a man that had a work ethic stronger than anyone Beavs had ever met in his life. Beaver knew that if he was able to make Gags proud of him, he was really doing something that mattered. Knowing this made it all the more difficult for Beavs to step back into the school and get handed the ass chewing and physical beating through training that he knew he was going to have to endure to get back into Gags' good graces. Beaver exhaled one more time before pushing the call box button next to the door that rang into Gags' office.
Liam Gagnon: "Yeah, who is it?"
DB: "...It's Beavs, Gags, could you open up the door?"
There was no response from the other end, as after a moment, Gags appeared in the doorway of his office. He slowly walked across the training floor, staring at Beaver the whole way to the entrance. Once at the door, Gags stared at Beavs, as Beaver looked right back at him. Gags then looked down towards the lock and Beavs heard a click as Gags unlocked the door. Beaver pulled the door open as Gags took a step back to allow him to enter.
Gags: "The great student has finally made his triumphant return to 'The 6'!"
DB: "Listen, Gags, I'm sorry for my actions after I lost the title at Slam. I wasn't thinking straight, I did some really dumb things but I've learned many lessons from the whole ordeal, Gags, I really have!"
Gags: "Calm down, kid, it's not like I'm going to disown you just because you did something that was kind of, well, pretty damn stupid. Listen, how about you step into my office and we have a little chat?"
Beaver reluctantly followed Gags into his office and took a seat in his usual chair, placing his gear bag on the floor next to him. Gags leered at Beavs for a moment before beginning to speak.
Gags: "So, I see that you're no longer carrying that TV title around with you anymore?"
DB: "Yeah, I um, lost at Fifteen. Stuart Slane pinned Andre Holmes."
Gags: "He sure did, but you had lost the belt before that, hadn't you?"
Beaver now stared at the ground as he responded to Gags' questions.
DB: "Yeah, Slane beat me at Slam."
Gags nodded.
Gags: "Yup, he sure did. Knowing that information...WHY THE HELL DID YOU TAKE THE BELT WITH YOU AFTER THAT MATCH, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"
Beavs responded in an even quieter voice than before, like a child being punished by his parent.
DB: "I wasn't, boss, I just didn't think that Slane deserved the title and on fluke win like that shouldn't have been enough to take it away from me."
Gags sat with his elbows leaning on his desk, fingers intertwined, thinking about what to say next.
Gags: "While I can see how you felt that way, I can tell you that what you did was probably the dumbest thing that you could have done. But then what did you do the next week to follow that up?"
Beaver shook his head no, continuing his ground gazing.
Gags: "Say it, kid, what did you do?"
DB: "I no showed my next match at Slam."
Gags sat back in his chair as he let out a long sigh.
Gags: "Yeah that's right, you no showed a WCF event. Do you know what I thought the most disgusting part about that was?"
Beavs slowly brought his head up and finally looked at Gags, shaking his head no in response to the question presented.
Gags: "The most disgusting part to me about that situation was that you're going to go down in the record books as having a win for that match. You got handed a win from someone else's hard work and determination."
Gags leaned back in towards his desk, staring a hole through Beaver.
Gags: "But know this, if you EVER try to pull some shit like that again, you will NEVER be welcomed back here. You understand that?"
DB: "Y-Yes, sir."
Gags once again relaxed in his chair.
Gags: "With that said, I did also watch your match at Fifteen and I only have one thing to say about it... That was by far the best Dustin Beaver I have ever seen compete in a WCF ring. If you bring the heart and testicular fortitude that you brought to that match with you every single week, you're going to be right where you want to be for a long time to come. Slane was lucky to have walked away from that match with the belt."
A small smile found its way to Beaver's face.
Gags: "Good, now that we have that little discussion out of the way, let's talk about your next match at Slam."
Beavs had been not looking forward to this moment so much and coming off of such a big downer at Fifteen that he had completely forgotten that he would still be booked in a match for the coming Sunday.
DB: "Oh yeah, a match at Slam. So what am I going to be doing? Opening the show against BioWalker?"
Gags: "Nope, not quite, kid. You have been booked for a Battle Royal match."
DB: "Awesome, yet another clusterfuck match, I guess I probably deserve that. So do you know who my opponents are?"
Gags: "Well Beavs, it looks like there's a few of them. Your opponents will be: Bad News Benson, Adam Young, Jordan Wolfram, Lucious Starr, your nerdy friend, Andre Jenson, the newly crowned International champion, Punkin, your former nemesis, Occulo, and the recent former Head of Talent Relations, Benjamin Atreyu."
Beaver sat there for a minute, trying to soak in what he would be up against on Sunday.
DB: "Damn, well that's quite the list right there, isn't it? Some fresh, new faces for me to beat on and some ones that I'm more than familiar with. Big range of talent levels it sounds like are in there, as well."
Gags: "Yeah, I'd say that's a pretty good early assessment of you match. Oh, but I'm not done yet."
Beavs had a minor freak out as Gags told him there was more.
DB: "What you mean like more people to face?! Jesus Christ, is Seth trying to kill off half of the roster or something?!"
Gags: "No no, kid, not more opponents, there's a stipulation to this match."
DB: "Oh, well what is it?"
Gags leaned into his computer to read the fine print.
Gags: "The winner of this match will be entered into the Trilogy Cup Tournament."
Beaver looked questioningly at Gags.
DB: "The Trilogy Cup Tournament? That sounds like a pretty big deal, but what the hell is it?"
Gags clicked his mouse a couple more times until he reached the page he needed. He read something on the screen for a brief moment before answering Beavs' inquiry.
Gags: "The Trilogy Cup Tournament is a tournament that takes place over three months and three Pay-Per-Views: Timebomb, Explosion, and Aftermath. The winner of this tournament has to win three Pay-Per-View matches in a row, and is then granted a World Title opportunity."
Beaver's eyes grew to the size of small dinner plates as Gags finished reading the description of the tournament.
DB: "Holy shit, Gags! This isn't just any normal clusterfuck I'm in then! A shot at the World Title, wow, could you imagine Dustin Beaver as THE World champion of WCF?! Now that would be right where the Beavs deserves to be at!"
Gags nodded his head in affirmation.
Gags: "Yeah this match seems pretty important for a Battle Royal, but let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. You have A LOT of work that needs to be done before you're anywhere near winning that World Title."
While Beaver agreed with what Gags said, he now had a renewed sense of hope and resolve. If Beavs could get himself entered into and win that Trilogy Tournament, he wouldn't just put himself on the map as one of the best in all of wrestling; he would put #beachkrew right back where they belong at the top of the pecking order.
DB: "You're right, Gags, but I'm willing to put in the work now and over the next three months. If you thought the Dustin Beaver you saw at Fifteen was good, I'm going to prove to you that you haven't seen anything yet!"
Gags: "Well I'm glad to see you haven't lost your winning attitude yet. Let's not waste any more time yakking then and let's get to work."
A look of thought flashed across Beavs' face.
DB: "Sounds good to me, boss, but do you have a piece of paper and a pen handy?"
Gags fumbled around his desk for a bit before locating the items that Beaver had requested.
Gags: "Here you go, kid, did you think of something that you needed to jot down?"
DB: "I sure did, could you read back the names of all of my opponents for this Battle Royal at Slam again?"
Gags looked intrigued by Beavs' request.
Gags: "Sure thing, kid."
Gags read the names of the opponents to Beaver one more time. As the names were read, Beavs wrote them down on the piece of paper that was provided to him. After completing his writing of the list, Beaver folded up the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. Beavs stood up and picked up his gear bag, putting it over his shoulder once more.
DB: "Alright boss, I'm going to go change and then I'll be right back out here, ready to train my ass off!"
A slightly evil grin came across Gags' face.
Gags: "Oh you better be ready to work, Beavs. You're not off the hook completely for your actions the last few weeks after just one brief chat."
Beaver smiled confidently back at his head trainer.
DB: "Oh I know that...But I also know that I'm ready, willing and able to handle anything that you can throw at me!"
Gags laughed, it was a menacing laugh.
Gags: "Ha, well I guess we'll see about that, won't we, kid?"
Wednesday February 3rd, 4:33 pm
Gags worked Beaver hard that day, making him move up and down the ring probably more than he ever had before. Beavs huffed and puffed along as he kept up with Gags barking orders at him. Beaver knew that training was going to be tough this week, but he wasn't going to let up with such a big opportunity waiting for him at Slam. He hadn't heard of the Trilogy Cup Tournament until that day, so he knew that in addition to researching the competition, he should probably look up the history of the Tournament itself. Beavs started feeling a little concerned that he wouldn't be fully prepared for Slam with so much to do and only a few days left to do it. Beaver leaned over the ropes, sucking in air, after completing an exercise. He was facing Gags and decided it was in his best interest to address his concerns with him.
DB: "Gags...I'm starting to get...worried that I won't...have time to be ready...for this match."
Gags: "What, you feeling out of shape with me working your ass all over my ring?"
Beaver managed to laugh through a big breath of air he was taking in.
DB: "No it's not that, I'm just worried about being ready for all of these opponents and the Trilogy Tournament itself. I mean, I feel like I should know something about it if I'm going to be in a match to get in it."
Gags: "Yeah, I suppose you bring up a decent point there. You know what? I think I can help you out with that. How about you concentrate on the competition, and I'll research the Trilogy Tournament tonight and give you a rundown on it tomorrow during training?"
Beaver stood up straight once again and put his hands on his hips.
DB: "You'd do that for me, boss?"
Gags: "Sure, why the hell not? You're gonna need all the help you can get, right?"
Beavs laughed.
DB: "Yeah, I suppose I am. Thanks a lot, Gags, I really appreciate this."
Gags: "No problem, now get back in the middle of the ring, we're not done yet for today."
Wednesday February 3rd, 7:57 pm
Beaver sat on the couch in his living room with his laptop on the coffee table. He had the WSeaF website up with multiple wrestler profiles open in different tabs. On his Sony 4K television in front of him, he had the match with himself against Occulo at One playing. Beavs was prepared to immerse himself with all of this information and watch as many matches as possible until he knew what he needed to know front and back. He had the piece of paper with the names of all of his opponents sitting next to his laptop, he wasn't about to let one of his enemies slip through the cracks and steal his opportunity of a lifetime. Beaver had already made that mistake against Stuart Slane, and he was not going to live through it again. This time though, the preparation for his match felt different. It wasn't just about Beavs this time, he felt that if he could get into this tournament, he knew he could win it all and eventually bring the World Title back to #beachkrew. He had seen the look on everyone's faces in that locker room after Wade lost his match at Fifteen. Even though they had resolved to still be the dominant force that they knew how to be after Wade had spoken to them, Beaver knew that bringing the World title back into the fold would go a long way in restoring #beachkrew's power. Beavs stood up and stretched, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He walked over to a blown up photograph hanging in between his two original Jenny Saville paintings. It was a picture of Beaver cradling his SeaV title after first winning it at Slam. He stared at the emotion on his face, Beavs couldn't remember a time in his life where he had felt more proud. While that Dustin Beaver was good, he had endured so much and had so many valuable experiences since then, that he knew he was leaps and bounds better than he was at that time. Joining #beachkrew had been the catalyst for Beavs becoming the talent that he was today. If winning the World Title was what it took to show his appreciation for being a part of the family, then damn it, Dustin Beaver was going to become the World champion!
Thursday February 4th, 7:45 am
Beaver was stretching out, preparing for his next training day at 'The 6'. He was already all ready to go, he had changed over to his wrestling gear and he was now just waiting for Gags to show up to kick the day off. Beavs was finishing a set of groiners, as Gags came strolling out of his office.
Gags: "Beavs! Finish that stretch and head on over to the conference room!"
DB: "You got it, boss!"
Beaver stood up and headed on over to the conference room. Once inside the conference room, he saw that "Trilogy Cup Tournament" was written on the large dry erase board at the front of the room. Just as Beavs sat down at a seat towards the front of the room, Gags walked through the door to join him.
Gags: "Alright kid, I'm sure you did your research last night so now it's my turn to show you that I did mine."
DB: "You bet I did! So what did yo find out about this tournament?"
Gags: "Alright, the Trilogy Cup Tournament. Like you already know, it's a tournament that takes place over three pay-per-views: Timebomb in February, Explosion in March and Aftermath in April. The tournament winner will then face the World champion at the Asesinato De Mayo pay-per-view in May with the title on the line. The Trilogy Cup has existed since 2013, where the first winner was, Skyler Striker. The second winner in 2014 was Seifer Black Armstrong. And the third and most recent winner last year was Dune. I'm sure it goes without saying that winning the tournament has lead to great things for Dune's career. Now the matches in the tournament aren't always one on one matches, Dune's first round match last year was a triple threat match, so we'll need to be prepared for anything. I'm going to warn you right now though Beavs, judging by last year's participants, winning this tournament will be no walk in the park. I have to know right now, are you prepared to go through the most difficult competition you've seen in the WCF yet? If you don't think you're ready, I don't want to waste our time."
Beaver looked right at Gags, without wavering, his eyes full of tenacity.
DB: "I'm not scared of ANYONE in the WSeaF, Gags. This is the time for the Supreme Beavliever to show exactly why my Beavlievers call me 'Supreme'. I'm going to take this puck that Seth dumped into my zone and go coast to coast with it and score that goal!"
Gags: "Good, well you're going to have to throw some huge body checks along the way, but we'll be ready. Now let's get out of this damn room and do what we do best."
DB: "I was hoping you'd be saying that soon, let's do it!"
Thursday February 4th, 3:37 pm
Gags did not let up on Beaver's training at all from the previous day. Beavs was pouring sweat and had collected a few cuts and scrapes but was still in relatively good spirits. As Beaver walked around the ring with his hands on his head, he looked over at one of the other rings and smiled as he saw a familiar face. The gangly, pale white body of Snowball was being thrown about by one of the trainers.
DB: "Yo Gags, is it alright if I hop down for a minute and go say hi to a friend?"
Gags looked behind him to see what Beavs was looking at, chuckling as he saw Snowball taking a vicious bump.
Gags: "Yeah go ahead, kid. Don't take too long though."
Beaver climbed through the ropes and jumped down to the floor off the ring apron. He made it to the ring Snowball was in, just as Snowball was getting power-slammed into the mat.
DB: "Nice bump there, future champ!"
A fatigued Snowball slowly turned his head, eyes widening as he saw Beavs cheering him on.
Snowball: "Mr. Beaver! I, um, thanks! I saw your match at Fifteen, sir! You looked amazing and it's...it's bullshit that you didn't get your belt back!"
Beavs laughed.
DB: "I agree, my man, but that's alright. We've already got bigger and better things in the works!"
Snowball beamed at Beaver's enthusiasm.
Snowball: "That's great, Mr. Beaver. You'll always be THE man to us Beavlievers anyways!"
DB: "Please, Snowball, you don't have to call me Mr. Beaver, just call me 'Beavs'. And I actually came over here to thank you for being at Slam in my place a couple weeks back. You did our school and the Beavlievers proud standing up to Stuart Slane the way you did."
Snowball: "No problem, M...Beavs. Anything I can do to help out the cause. The Beavlievers know that they could put a hundred men in your way and you'll stand up proudly against every single one of them!"
Beaver laughed again.
DB: "Well they're putting me up against eight this week, so we'll start there! This is actually an important Battle Royal and I'll tell you guys here at the school all about what's going to happen after I win it!"
Snowball pumped his fist in the air.
Snowball: "You will win that Battle Royal, Beavs. We all Beavlieve in you!"
A few cheers were heard throughout the training floor as other students and trainers had began to listen. Beaver smiled with full confidence as he turned to Gags, who had walked over to witness the conversation that had just taken place.
DB: "Gags, I have something I need to go do real quickly."
Gags nodded.
Gags: "I know you do, kid. Just don't take all day; we still have some serious work to do."
DB: "I won't, just have a few things to say."
After getting Gags' approval, Beaver walked off of the training floor and headed down a hallway to a room he hadn't visited for a few weeks. He walked inside of 'The Undersea Lounge' and adjusted the dimmer switch so that a soft, blue glow filled the room. His blue recliner sat in the middle of the room, the blue light reflecting off the metallic walls and creating a sort of spotlight on to the chair. Beavs turned the camera in front of the recliner on and made sure it was recording properly. He then sat in his cozy chair and took a moment to get comfortable before facing forward and directing his brown eyes to the camera lens.
DB: "Hello Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies all over the world. I know it's been awhile since I've talked to you from my Undersea Lounge. And in fact, this is the first time I've ever talked to you without the SeaV title being in my possession. You know, I thought it would be scary to talk to you guys without the SeaV title, like I was missing a part of my body or something of that nature. But here I am, ladies and gentlemen. I'm still alive and kickin', ready to take on more WSeaF competition. But I was handed not just one or two or three opponents for this week, oh no, nothing that simple. I will be facing eight, yes eight, other men trying to win this match. I know Beavlievers, but before you go and complain to WCF management about your hero being in yet another clusterfuck, this is not your ordinary clusterfuck match, oh no. The winner of this match will be entered into the Trilogy Cup Tournament, where the winner of the tournament will get a shot at the World Title! Could you imagine that, Beavlievers? Your Supreme Beavliever, me Dustin Beaver, as the man on top and #beachkrew with the World Title again, where it belongs. But before we get too far ahead of ourselves, I have quite a bit of work to take care of. I will NOT be pulling another blunder like I did against old balls, Stuart Slane, so let’s start at the beginning.”
Beaver reached into his wrestling trunks and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and held the writing on the paper up to the camera.
DB: “On this list are the names of the eight men I will be facing for this great opportunity as Slam. Let’s talk about each of these guys one by one. I’ve watched matches and reviewed the WSeaF profiles for every single participant; I won’t be taken by surprise by ANYONE in this clusterfuck.”
Beaver sat back in his recliner a little bit and looked towards the sky.
DB: “My first opponent in this match is Jordan Wolfram. This guy claims to be a man of God, an amateur wrestler and a theology major in college even. However, you dropped out of college didn’t you, Jordan? To take care of your crazy ass mother it appears, admirable I suppose. But know this, no belief in a higher power or commendable deed is going to save you from the wrath of Dustin Beaver. Jesus Saves…not on Sunday at Slam, not when the Great Beaver is the one handing out the punishment. And anyway mother fucker, you have Nickelback as your theme music?! You deserve an ass beating for that alone, which I will be happy to hand down to you.”
A smirk came across Beavs’ face as he looked down at the next name on his list.
DB: “The next name on my list is one I am quite familiar with. I would say that he’s my favorite “loser” in the WSeaF, and that is none other than Bad News Benson. I’ve actually beaten Bad News Benson before, I locked him up in ‘That’s a Wrap!’ until he was turning colors and forced to tap out. I’ve gotta hand it to Benson though, this guy has really made losing an art form. I don’t think anyone is a more sure fire bet of being a loser than this guy, which there is nothing wrong with that! I’m more than happy to face ol’ Bad News any day of the week because I don’t mind padding my record with those wins that are such a hot commodity around here. Sadly for Benson, nothing will change on Sunday and he will be defeated by Beaver yet again. Cheer up though Bad News, maybe you can go run into some match after our clusterfuck and do some damage there! Just make sure it’s not a #beachkrew match because I swear Benson, if you fuck with #beachkrew, I will fuck you up next week, WAY worse than I’m going to have to in this match.”
Beaver’s smirk turned to a scowl as he looked at the next name on the paper.
DB: “The third name on my list I am familiar with as well. In fact, this man was in the clusterfuck match that I made my debut in when I first got to WSeaF! Unfortunately for the WSeaF fans, it is not Legion that will be appearing in this match, not anyone actually competitive like him. I will be facing Adam Young again, the man that couldn’t even last as long as the Supreme Beavliever in my very first match! I mean, the Dustin Beaver you saw back then was pretty damn good for a noob, but the Beaver that Young will be facing at the upcoming Slam is better than that Beaver by leaps and bounds. While Young has continued to stagnate and lose match after match, I have been steamrolling people, winning titles and joining the still best faction in all of wrestling today. Unless Young pulls a fucking rabbit out of his hat, which is NOT happening; I will outlast him once again. Dustin Beaver is better than Adam Young, period, and I will prove that once again in this match."
Beaver scratched his head as he looked at the next name on his list.
DB: “Opponent number four is a man I’ll admit that I don’t really know that much about and that is Lucious Starr. What I DO know about Starr is that he lost a SeaV title shot match to Andre Holmes, who I recently faced at Fifteen. What I can tell you about Holmes is that he was never a threat to defeating the Beaver, there was not one point in our triple threat match where I felt like Holmes was going to win. He may be part of the future here in WSeaF, but Holmes will NEVER be able to overcome the force that is Dustin Beaver. This brings me back to you, Mr. Starr, if you think that Andre Holmes was a difficult opponent, you haven’t seen anything yet. I see that you like to make a big deal out of your past accomplishments in other organizations. Well, the WSeaF is whole different prospect than those bogus orgs that think they have talent. I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate for you what a real elite wrestler is capable of as I Beaver-to-Belly you over and over again at my leisure. Welcome to the big leagues, kid!”
A wide smile crossed Beaver’s face as he looked down at the next name on the sheet of paper.
DB: “Ah yes, my next opponent is a dear old friend of mine. I’ve even gone to visit him at his home before, where his friends were quite friendly in showing me around in his absence. The nerd wonder himself, Andre Jenson, once again will face the Great Beaver. Andre, do you remember our first meeting with each other? Oh I do, I remember it quite fondly in fact. You were the one and only man that Dustin Beaver defeated in my first War match. Yeah, I remember that it felt great to dispatch you that night, scoring an elimination in such a major event. What could feel better than that? I’m glad you asked, how about that time that I beat you for the SeaV title?! Oh yeah, decimating you that night lead to the greatest moment so far in my wrestling career. What can I say, Andre? Beating you is just something that makes me happy. I’m going to stay happy on Sunday night, Mr. Jenson, when I make it a third time you have been defeated by the Supreme Beavliever. You can roll that twenty sided die all you want, it’s always coming up one for you and twenty for Beaver. By the way your girl, Amy, still hasn’t called me yet. Let her know that a night out on the town with the Beavs could be in her future, all she has to do is pick up the phone and dial my number, I still have a poster of myself ready to give her as well!”
Beaver winked at the camera before looking down at the next name on the list. Beaver stroked his chin as he looked at this name.
DB: “My next opponent is the recently crowned International champion, Punkin! I can’t say that I know much about you either, Mr. Punkin, but I sure do like that new, shiny gold you have there. How about after I annihilate you in this match, you put that gold on the line against a real international superstar? And of course this real international star is none other than Captain Canada himself…me, Dustin Beaver! That’s right, I’m not from that nasty, cesspool they call the United States, I’m a proud Canadian and I deserve the recognition of being a world beater. Northern Ireland ain’t got shit on Canada anyway; I’ll take one of my T Dot boys over ten of your Coleraine boys, if that town even produces men. And I see that you’re a pot smoking loser as well. You’re going to need to smoke a hundred joints to dull the pain that the Great Beaver will be unleashing on you at Slam, I’ll leave no doubts that Beaver deserves yet another belt.”
Beavs erupted into uproarious laughter as he looked at the next name on his sheet.
DB: “Oh man, this next guy Beavlievers, this next guy is something else. We know each other VERY well. In the last match we were supposed to have, I basically handed this guy the win and what did he do? He lost! That’s right, Occulo, I no showed Slam, giving you and Howard Black the win over poor, still green Andre Holmes. But…but… hahahahahaha, you somehow found a way to lose the damn match! So let me spell this out for you Occulo. You can’t beat me when I don’t even show up to face you! Geez man, I still have some respect for you based on our past experience, but if you can’t even beat me when I’m not there, you have some serious issues to work out. Now I know what you’re going to counter with, “But Howard Black and I beat DUNE, and I can beat you!” Ah ah, Occulo, that’s where I will correct your logic. Howard Black beat Dune; you were just lucky enough to be along for the ride. Black is the one that slapped the submission on him and got the finish while you pretended to look important. That’s what you do my friend, you’re just a really good coattails rider. Unfortunately in this match, you will be the only one to have your back and your 0-2 record against the Great Beaver in singles action doesn’t bode well for you. I know exactly how to beat you and I will do it once again, this is my time. Like I’ve told you before, you blew your chance at greatness, now I will push you out of my path one more time to ascend to where I belong.”
Beaver looked at the last name on his list and a look of seething anger filled his face.
DB: “And my last opponent, my last opponent Beavlievers is the exact type of person I can’t fucking stand. Someone who retired and took a position within the WSeaF corporate office, only to come back as a wrestler... like he’s going to prove something this time around! Benjamin Atreyu, as far as I’m concerned, you will be the one to get the worst beating from the Beavs out of anyone in this match. What, you think you’re going to somehow attain all of these wishes and dreams you missed out on the first time around? No Benjy boy you’re not, not as long as Dustin Beaver is around. I made the mistake to underestimate a returning Stuart Slane and it cost me dearly. I will be taking out the frustration I have for him on your sorry carcass, making you contemplate giving up that cushy office job you had. Oh but I know why you want to be in this match, ol’ Benjy. It all goes back to April 28th, 2013, doesn’t it, Benjy boy? That’s right you had a chance to win the inaugural Trilogy Cup Tournament in a triple threat match against Ana Valentine and Skyler Striker. But what happened? Oh that’s right, YOU LOST. You fucking blew it and now you think that coming back and trying to make it into the Trilogy Cup now is going to erase the pain of not getting the job done the first time. Well guess what? You’re not even going to make it into the damn tournament because YOU aren’t beating ME!”
Beaver took the piece of paper that had been in his lap and tore it to shreds.
DB: “I’m going to win this match! I’m going to enter the damn Trilogy Cup Tournament and I’m going to win that too! Then I’m going to get MY shot at the World title and become THE World champion! No one is going to fucking stop me, not anyone in this match, not anyone in any of the tournament matches, not Jayson fucking Price, NO ONE! Dustin Beaver is going to be the man, #beachkrew is going to be right back on top and there’s not a God damn thing anyone can do about it, BEAVLIEVE THAT!”
Beaver quickly stood up to turn off the camera, but then stopped in his tracks and calmly sat back down.
DB: “Before I go, I’ve noticed that there have been some people that have been fairly vocal and downright difficult to deal with this week. I’ll let you know right now, if you have a problem with Dustin Beaver, you use those testicles or ovaries you have and come to the Great Beaver directly and let me know. I’ll deal with you in a way I deem appropriate and then we'll both move on amicably, hopefully with both parties feeling satisfied. And for those who think #beachkrew is a dying commodity, you just have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. #beachkrew is still the premier faction in this organization and we’ll soon return to our not so long ago greatness, Beavlieve.”
Beavs then slowly stood up and turned off the camera. He turned everything off and walked back out to the training floor. Beaver felt great, probably better than he had in a long time. Gags was quick to spot Beavs after he made his way out of the Undersea Lounge. Beaver walked right up to his head trainer, holding his head high.
Gags: “So kid, are you ready to do this?”
DB: “Oh yeah, boss, I’m ready.”
