Post by Dustin Beaver on Mar 6, 2016 6:11:39 GMT -5
Sunday February 28th, 10:10 pm
The scene opens with Dustin Beaver and Andre Aquarius holding up a bloodied Joey Flash moments after he had won the World Title. Beavs looked on with delight as Wade Moor, the man who had come out and ruined Flash’s celebration, shoved the World Title belt into Flash’s face and shouted at him.
Wade Moor: WELCOME TO OUR WORLD, FLASH!
Wade then grabbed Joey under the chin and shoved the belt in his face, even harder.
WM: TAKE ONE LAST GOOD LOOK BECAUSE IN A MONTHS TIME YOU WO...
Then in an act of pure disrespect, Beaver watched as that asshole, Flash, smiled at Wade. Joey’s hand moved just barely as he stuck his middle finger up and spat blood into Wade's face as the stupid WSeaF Galaxy cheered on their “hero”. Seeing this display pissed Beaver off to no end. Who the hell did Joey Flash think he was, anyways? He had held the World title before for a whole five minutes and now here he was; getting his ass beat two minutes into this reign. It was obvious to Beavs that this guy was a classless fucking tool bag, but for whatever reason, that fact seemed to be lost on anyone outside of #beachkrew. Wade however reacted brilliantly, as only Godnilla could to this insolent action, by wiping away the blood, backing up and bouncing off the rope. Moor then hit Flash with the most devastating Broseidon Punch that Beaver had ever personally witnessed. The impact of Wade’s fist into Flash’s face pushed both Beaver and Aquarius back as they held Joey in place, so he would feel the full force of that jaw shattering maneuver. Moor then picked up the World title strap as Beavs and Andre unceremoniously dropped the now unconscious Joey Flash in a heap. Beaver made sure to step on Flash as he walked over to meet Wade at his side, just to make sure it was clear to everyone what he thought about the man. #beachkrew’s theme song, “Aquaberry Dolphin” then hit the P.A. as Moor dropped to his knees, Jim Thuggin and Sandy Coconutz held aloft the #beachkrew flags on each side of the ring, waiving them proudly. Wade, still holding the World Title belt, held it up in the air, staring at the fallen Flash as he did so. #beachkrew had made a statement that night, they had won every single match that a member had participated in AND crushed the new World Champ before he even had a chance to celebrate. Beaver couldn’t remember a time where he felt more proud of being in #beachkrew, and this was only one month removed from when people said they were on the decline. They emphatically put those rumors to rest on this night, a victory over the “Family”, two Trilogy Cup tournament victories, including Kemp’s amazing upset victory over Dune, the Trilogy Cup wildcard win and the Leviathan, Wade Moor, declaring himself the number one contender to the World Title to cap off the night. Wade stood up and threw the title near the body of the comatose Joey Flash as #beachkrew triumphantly exited the ring together, as the fans booed, louder than Beaver had ever heard before. This made Beavs smile; he knew that any reaction in this business was a good reaction. He knew that the true Beavlievers were out there, silently cheering on what he and #beachkrew were able to achieve on this night. #beachkrew walked back to their locker room, high fiving and ass slapping all along the way. Once inside the locker room, their full rowdiness could no longer be contained, as the bottles of Beaveater Beavs and Aquarius had smuggled into the arena made their way out into the open and were popped. Aquarius at one point opened the door, and a flock of strippers made their way into the room. Beaver proceeded to do body shots off of any stripper he could get his hands on. He then made his way around the room, hugging every member of #beachkrew, telling them that he loved them and that they were “the fucking man”, including a laughing Sandy Coconutz. After his rounds, Beaver returned to a seat at a locker by himself, a little ways away from the action. Godnilla noticed Beavs sitting by himself, smiling and happy, and stood up with his bottle of Beaveater in hand and walked over to the young wrestler.
Wade Moor: “Dusty, you gave everyone yet another reason to Beavlieve in you today. You should be proud of what you did here tonight. How are you feeling?”
Beaver collected his scrambled drunk thoughts for a moment before being able to reply.
Dustin Beaver: “Honestly Wade, I think this is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. It’s like, yeah I don’t have the gold anymore but I proved to everyone tonight, Beavlievers and disgusting non-Beavlievers alike, that I’m a force with or without a belt. It was just like you did when you went out there and crushed that so-called World Champ, Joey Flash.”
Beavs spit on the ground, away from Wade, after saying the champ’s name. Moor laughed as Beaver attempted to keep his balance while sitting.
WM: “You’re damn right, Dusty. #beachkrew is far from dead as so many pretenders had dreamed. Every single one of you guys in a match tonight refused to let our good name be dragged through the mud. You showed that we’re poised to reclaim what is rightfully ours. The gold will come in time, Dusty, until that time you just keep making everyone Beavlieve.”
Beaver continued to smile his drunk, vacant smile.
DB: “Damn right, and if some asshole tries to disagree with the Leviathan, I’ll punch ‘em right in the mouf. BEAVLIEVE THAT…”
Beavs eyed Moor’s bottle of Beaveater and pointed at it.
DB: “Wade, could I get a drink of that?”
Wade chuckled and happily stretched his arm out with bottle in hand towards Beaver. Beavs grabbed the bottle and took a healthy drink out of it, belching at the end, and handed the bottle back.
WM: “Well Dusty, I’m going to get back to the rest of the gang. How about you join us? It wouldn’t be a real #beachkrew celebration without our favorite Beaver!”
Beavs now had a puzzled look on his face.
DB: “But Wade…what about Sandy?!”
Moor laughed loud enough for everyone in the room to notice.
WM: “God damn it, Dusty, get your funny fucking ass back over with the rest of us and let’s make this party really get started!”
Just then, Seth Lerch came storming into the #beachkrew locker room, looking furious.
Seth: "What the hell was that?! You go out there and rough up the top star in the company right after he wins the title, why?! Because you're jealous that it's no longer YOUR time?!"
Seth then turned towards Johnny Rabid.
Seth: "And you! You interfere in a Trilogy Cup tournament match and cost DUNE a victory?! What the fuck were you thinking?!"
A sly grin came across Rabid's face as he slowly walked across the room to stand in front of the owner of the company.
Johnny Rabid: "You just don't get it do you, Seth? This IS #beachkrew's time."
Seth mockingly laughed.
Seth: "Oh you think so, huh? Well guess what you just bought yourself, smart guy?...A match next week on Slam, The Sentinels, Joey Flash, Dune and Occulo against you, Wade Moor and..."
Seth then looked around the room, where his eyes fell upon Beavs, an evil smile came across Seth's face.
Seth: "...and Dustin Beaver."
Rabid's confidence did not waver.
JR: "That's fine with us, #beachkrew will not be stopped by a brain damaged masked idiot, a mobster reject from HBO and a man that can't win a match unless he's carried to the arena. This is OUR COMPANY and that fact won't change for a very long time."
Seth: "Ha, we'll see about that next Sunday."
Seth then walked out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.
JR: "Forget about him, let's continue the festivities."
#beachkrew continued partying and drinking the night away, in true #beachkrew fashion.
Monday February 29th, 10:35 am
Dustin Beaver woke up to the sound of Wade Moor shouting his name and shaking him out of his blacked out drunken sleep.
WM: “Dusty! Get your ass up! We have a press conference to go to, drunky!”
Beavs’ eyes shot open and he glanced around the room quickly in both directions, his heart racing from the sudden shock of being awoken in such a fashion.
DB: “Wha? Huh? What the hell’s going on, man?!”
Moor laughed.
WM: “Come on, get up and put some damn clothes on. #beachkrew has important business we need to attend to! Oh and pack your shit and bring that downstairs with you.”
Beaver wiped the crust from his bloodshot eyes and slowly rolled out of bed. His body hurt from the previous evening’s festivities, but his brothers and sister needed him so he was determined to be there for them. Beavs put on the closest clothes he could find, gathered all of his belongings, and quickly rushed downstairs. Wade was already just outside of the front doors of the hotel, waiting for Beaver to meet him.
WM: "Come on Dusty, we need to get to the airport, everyone else is already there."
Beavs was confused.
DB: "Airport? Where...the hell are we going?"
WM: "We're taking a private jet to Times Square. We have a press conference to go to!"
Beaver still had many questions but he decided to acquiesce.
DB: "Well, let's get it in!"
Monday February 29th, 1:55 pm
The flight arrived in New York just short of three and a half hours later. #beachkrew was quickly whisked away to Times Square by limo where everything was already set up. Once they had arrived, Beaver stepped out of the vehicle and was immediately impressed, as an exact replica of the Nightmare Chamber sat smack dab in the middle of Times Square. Beavs had to go to a port-a-john to take a piss, likely due to the three mai tais he had on the flight there. He let the group know where he was going and rushed off to empty his bladder. Beaver returned a couple moments later, still feeling the effects of all of the alcohol he had consumed in the last 24 hours. Beavs returned to where everyone had been dropped off. Moor stood just outside of the chamber, directing traffic.
WM: “And there he is everyone else is already in place. Are you going to be able to stand up and at least kind of look like you’re not still trashed?”
Beavs belched loudly at the end of the question.
DB: “I can do it…I just have to…Beavlieve!”
Beaver almost puked on the “Beavlieve!” but he managed to contain it.
WM: “Alright, well go just inside here and stand next to Andre and we’ll get this shit started!”
Beaver walked into the chamber and over to the side of an elaborately decorated stage and stood next to Andre Aquarius. Aquarius noticed immediately that Beavs still reeked of booze.
Andre Aquarius: “Damn my nilla, you smell like you drank the entire Beaveater brewery and shit. Are you feelin’ alright?”
Beaver held his head while trying to listen to the question without being sick.
DB: “Not really, but I’ve gotta do this…for #beachkrew. I mean, this seems like a pretty big deal, just look at this setup!”
Andre gave Beavs a funny look, like he was unsure of how to respond.
AA: “Uh yeah man, this shit should be pretty funny.”
Just then, Johnny Rabid dressed in a nice suit strolled out on to the stage and stood in front of a podium that was in the center. There was a sign on the podium that read “#chamber”, Beaver wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but he knew it was important. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and started filming all of the action, making sure to activate his live broadcast on the #beachkrew youtube channel. There was a large section in front of where Rabid stood, full of media personnel, Beavs made sure to get the best shot of them that he could. Johnny opened up the press conference by thanking everyone for being there and then opened the floor for questions. Rabid pointed to one of the journalists raising his hand.
Journalist: "Yes, thank you Mr. Rabid. My question is what did it feel like to kill Jay Omega?"
JR: "Yes, thank you for that excellent question. Well killing Jay Omega felt incredible... And that will be the end of the questions, thank you every one for such great inquiries."
All of a sudden, a skeleton with angel wings was lowered from the top of the chamber. Rabid pointed to the skeleton and readied himself as it came closer. As the skeleton came face to face with Johnny, Rabid struck and nailed the skeleton with... a Kingdom Destroyer! The press erupted into applause at the display, Beaver made sure to record the events as they happened, 'ooh'ing and ah'ing' when appropriate. Johnny waived to the crowd and made his way to the back as two busty female interpretive dancers made their way on to the stage to perform. At the end of the dance number, fireworks started to go off as the Maratopian National Anthem, "Superman: the Movie" theme by John Williams blared over the P.A. Beavs caught all the action on his phone for the youtube channel. Even over all of the raucous noise, Wade could be heard laughing maniacally in the background. As the festivities died down, Moor approached Beaver as he filmed the end of the action.
WM: "Dusty, that's enough I think the people saw everything they needed to see."
Beavs stopped the live feed.
DB: "Sure thing, Godnilla that press conference was bad ass. I bet the #beachkrew groupie viewer numbers on the youtube channel were through the roof for such a historic event!"
Johnny Rabid had walked up behind Beaver as he was talking to Wade.
JR: "That it was, Young Beaver, but we should probably depart."
Yet another overwhelmed look came across Beaver's face.
DB: "Depart? Where are we going this time?"
Instead of Rabid answering, Moor was on top of it.
WM: "Dusty, you really need to keep up with the action! The three of us are making a...special trip down south to prepare for Slam. We're going to be going somewhere that's of great importance to me."
DB: "Oh well damn, let's get it in...again!"
Monday February 29th, 6:35 pm
After a just over three hour flight, Beaver, Moor, and Rabid arrived at the Miami International Airport. Johnny’s Aston Martin was waiting for them in the overnight parking area as the three loaded themselves and their gear into the vehicle.
JR: “So Dustin, are you prepared to fight #OcculotheCarried for the umpteenth time?”
Beavs turned to Rabid, looking surprised, before he burst out laughing.
DB: “Ha ha, #OcculotheCarried?! That shit is genius! I’m surprised you of all people came up with that, I mean, that’s something I should have come up with months ago!”
JR: “What can I say, young Beaver? I have my moments of brilliance.”
The drive from the Miami International Airport to the Everglades took right around an hour. It had become dark as they reached a swampy area that looked to have nothing around it for miles. Wade turned around from his front seat to face Beaver sitting in the back.
WM: “Well we’re here, boys! Get out and stretch your legs for a little bit, then we have a short walk ahead of us!”
All three men exited the vehicle and moved around a little bit before Moor addressed them again.
WM: “Alright, we should be about half a mile away, of course there are no roads leading directly to this place.”
Beavs was still confused about where exactly they were going, but he had gone with the flow so far today and it had worked out alright. He wasn’t about to change what had been working for him all day now. After about a 15 minute walk, the three #beachkrew wrestlers reached a small cabin that had a light on inside, but no other action going on of note.
WM: “What the fuck?!”
Wade said the exclamation in a hushed voice, but loud enough for the other two to notice it. Beaver turned to face Moor, and the Leviathan had a look of concern on his face.
DB: “Yo Wade, what’s the problem?”
Moor didn’t take his eyes off the cabin as he spoke to Beavs and Rabid.
WM: “Something might be up, I want you guys to go back to the car, got it?”
Godnilla sounded serious and Beaver wasn’t about to question the man.
DB: “Yeah that’s cool, we’ll just hang out until you get back, right Johnny?”
JR: “Yes, that that sounds agreeable, let’s head back, Dustin.”
Wade quickly ran off towards the cabin as Beavs and Rabid walked uneasily back to Johnny’s Aston Martin.
DB: “That was crazy; I hope everything is alright… But you know what? We might as well do some fucking work while we’re standing around here. You want to shoot my promo on your camera phone?”
Rabid smiled as he pulled his cell out of his pocket and tapped on the screen a few times.
JR: “Sure, Young Beaver, it’s ready whenever you want to start talking.”
Beavs cleared his throat and began.
DB: “Well Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies, here we are!"
Beaver looked to his left and his right before facing the camera again and shrugging his shoulders.
DB: “I guess we’re in the middle of the Florida Everglades, I’m here with my brothers, Johnny and Wade, the Leviathan is off handling important #beachkrew business while Johnny is filming the Great Beaver. I can always rely on my two bros to have my back. They’re not going to, oh let’s see here, launch my child like a lawn dart, killing him before he has a real chance at life away from the sad excuse that is his father! How Joey “Apparently Again” Flash and the alleged monster, Dune, get along is beyond me. But I’ll get back to you two fuccbois here in a little bit.”
Beavs chuckles to himself before speaking again.
DB: “My good friend, #OcculotheCarried, I’d like to talk about you first. Do you like the new nickname?! I wish that I could say that I was the one that came up with it, but that was the baby of Johnny “Jay Omega killer” Rabid. But don’t worry; I have plenty to say about you, #OcculotheCarried!”
Beaver holds up one finger.
DB: “First thing, let’s talk about your performance, or well, lack thereof at Timebomb. I mean, you talk about how you’ve lost respect for yours truly because of my antics since our match at One. Mother fucker, you’re the on losing respect in WSeaF! How about you start gaining some of it back by doing something besides getting rekt by Benjamin “the Average God” Atreyu! What was I doing at Timebomb? Well I’m glad you asked #OcculotheCarried! I was just winning yet another pay-per-view match! You remember how that goes right?! Just like when I annihilated you at One and ruined your chances at the SeaV title for the second year in a row LOL!”
Beaver scratches his head. A second later, he has an “ah ha” moment.
DB: “And who beat you the year before at One, ah yes that’s right, it was one Joey “I guess he’s” Flash! And yet here you are, dick riding him harder than ever before!”
Beaver holds up two fingers.
DB: “That brings us to number two, I mean, I just don’t get it. I know you’re better than that #OcculotheCarried, I could tell at One that there was still talent there. Yet you still suck on Flash’s teat, like he’s the only thing that can keep you relevant in the WSeaF. Dustin Beaver doesn’t have to ride the jock of some guy to prove that I’m able to win here. Andre Aquarius and I both did our fair share and dominated the “Family” like the random assholes that they are. And then when #beachkrew descended on your BFF at the end of Timebomb, did you come down to make the save and prove your worth? Nope you sure didn’t, you sat in the back like the true coward that you are, scared of getting your ass beat for the second time that night.”
Beaver then holds up three fingers.
DB: “And lastly for now, number three, you STILL have never pinned or submitted the Supreme Beavliever. We’ve been in so many matches against each other now that I’ve lost count. Yet it’s very hard to forget the number of times you’ve truly beaten me. That’s because it’s never happened! Sorry #OcculotheCarried, throwing me over a rope when I wasn’t looking doesn’t count as a win, especially since you couldn’t beat Benjamin “The Average God” Atreyu then either to seal the deal, ha ha. Your career continues to be a sad case of “what ifs” and “should have beens”. That’s the way it always will be as long as the Great Beaver is around, get used to it!”
Beavs looks curiously into the camera.
DB: “The second opponent I’d like to talk about is the self-professed true monster of the WSeaF, the Sandman himself, Dune. Speaking of douchebags on the decline, it looks like you got sent ‘Back to Minors’ by ‘Better than You’ Kyle Kemp at Timebomb! Now before you even start crying about so called interference from Johnny, let me stop you there. IF you are this alleged ‘man beast’ that everyone says you are, you would have been able to handle two men with great ease. But no, the myth that is Dune was shattered right then and there.”
Beaver smacks his head as he remembers something.
DB: “Oh geez, how could I forget?! It was already ruined a month ago at Fifteen when you lost to Howard Black and…#OcculotheCarried! I just don’t fucking get you people! So much in-fighting, yet you’re still considered a cohesive force. I mean, it’s not like you and Flash are sending each other Christmas cards or anything. For fucks sake man, you killed the guy’s child! But whatever, it’s not like anyone misses that fucking brat anyways.”
Beavs glares into the camera with a little more ferocity.
DB: “You lost to #beachkrew last week, Sandman, nothing will change this week. If you can’t beat two of us, you’re sure as hell not going to beat three of us. It doesn’t matter how many people supposedly have your back, once #beachkrew knows how to beat you, it’s going to keep happening again and again and again. I wouldn’t be surprised to see Rabid land two Kingdom Destroyers on you this match, the guy has just been on absolute fire lately!”
Beavers face morphs into one of disgust.
DB: “Speaking of people who are winning matches lately, I guess I should probably congratulate someone… Congratulations Joey Flash on holding the World title for longer than five minutes! It was #beachkrew’s privilege to come out at the end of Timebomb to properly show you our praise. I mean, I really hope you weren’t planning on holding on to the Whirlpool title for too long though because Godnilla, Wade Moor, is for sure ready to take back what is rightfully his. He’s been doing nothing but preparing for the inevitable match between the two of you, he won’t be making any mistakes against Joey Flash, Beavlieve that.”
Beavs has a small grin come across his face.
DB: “Mr. “Once Again” Flash, you’ve criticized the Great Beaver in a past promo for not having a gimmick. Do you really want to know what my gimmick is, Joey?”
The grin disappears from Beaver’s face as he once again looks like he means business.
DB: “My gimmick is that I’m a fucking 21 year old man who’s been wrestling for less than a year and here I fucking am, Joey Flash! I’m facing your ass in the main event of a WSeaF match! All of the millions of Beavlievers around the world know what’s up, even though your dumb monkey ass fails to see it! You see, when the Beavlievers tell me that they Beavlieve in me, they’re telling me that I’ve shown them that I'm the living and breathing proof that anything is possible. You can be sitting on your couch, scratching your sac doing nothing one day. But if you have the heart, the drive, put in the work it takes, you can achieve whatever you set your mind to. You can become the greatest SeaV champion that this place has ever seen, you can join the finest faction in wrestling history, and you can punch the supposed “best” wrestler in the business square in the face and live to tell the tale. That’s right, Flash, the last time we met in the ring, you charged at me with a full head of steam and I caught you with an incredible spinning punch that knocked that smug ass look you always have on your face right off. I still haven’t forgotten what your face looked like after that…”
An evil leer creeps over Beavs’ face.
DB: “You were worried. You looked at me and I knew what you were thinking, “Oh no, here’s another serious fucking competitor.” I’ve only gotten better since then, Flash; I only keep getting closer to that top spot that you hold on to like it’s your own child…”
Beaver laughs.
DB: “But we all know how terrible you are at holding on to children. Yet here you are, teaming with the man that took your son’s life. I mean fuck, Dustin Beaver may be a cold hearted bastard, but I would NEVER team with the man that killed my kid! For real bro, that’s just all sorts of what the fuck.”
Beaver knocks on his head a couple times.
DB: “Since I’ve been in the WSeaF, I’ve seen you participate in several brutal matches where you’re constantly getting your bell rung, just move after move where your dome is the main target. Maybe all of those shots are finally adding up and affecting your judgment, bruh. We’re probably going to have to warn your significant other soon that if you start thumping a bible, her life might be in danger!”
Beavs makes a wheeling motion with his arms.
DB: “I’ll honestly be surprised if you don’t end up in a wheelchair within a year or two, I mean, it’s seriously fucked up to watch what you put yourself through anytime you step between those ropes. Maybe you should just call it a career after #beachkrew brutalizes you in this match. We already saw that Wade is going to be taking his title back the first chance he gets so you won’t have that to worry about for much longer!”
Beaver stands up tall, straightening his outfit.
DB: “#beachkrew is the present AND future of this company. If any of you idiots thought that we were a dominant force at the end of last year, you haven’t seen fucking anything yet. Our clean sweep of our matches at Timebomb illustrated our dedication to strengthening ourselves as a true family and winning all of the gold once again that rightfully belongs to us anyways. Winning this match for me personally will be a great jump-off point for my career. It will be viewed as the match where Dustin Beaver proved his Supreme status against the best that Seth could throw at him. I AM the next big main event star in this company whether people around here like it or not. #beachkrew in fact will probably have to start wrestling each other in the main events soon because we will surpass any challenge that Seth or anyone can muster against us. And I will take honor in respectfully facing my brothers and sister in battle because putting a show on for the Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies is something that I truly enjoy.”
The Beaver serious stare pierces through Rabid’s phone.
DB: “#beachkrew is defeating the Sentinels. Joey Flash can talk as much shit as he wants to on the internet boards, nothing in the world is going to save him from the thrashing that we will be handing him and his two personal man mouth cum dumpsters he calls tag partners. It’s #beachkrew4sealyfe and everyone else is just a fucking pretender. #beachkrew is hitting that rising tide once again and we will get to the top. All we have to do is…Beavlieve!”
Rabid tapped his phone screen a few more times again and stashed away his phone in his pants pocket. He then began to clap.
JR: “You’ve made amazing strides thus far, Dustin. Are you feeling 100% prepared for what waits for us on March 6th in Colorado?”
Beavs looked Johnny in the eye and nodded with confidence.
DB: “I’m going to show not only my Beavlievers but the entire world why I’ve been calling myself the Supreme Beavliever all along. I’ve beaten Occulo, you showed Dune what was up only one week ago, Wade put the whopping on Flash only a week ago as well. We’re set up perfectly to take this one and we aren’t going to blow this opportunity. #beachkrew will win, everyone can Beavlieve THAT.”
