Post by Dustin Beaver on Mar 20, 2016 5:32:23 GMT -5
(Video contains NSFW material)
Monday March 14, 3:30 pm
Dustin Beaver stared out the window of his first class seat on his Virgin America flight. He was getting used to the sight of clouds and tiny objects in the distance from all of the travelling WSeaF required of him to participate. Beavs had enjoyed his week off by hanging out at home for a change and training at ‘The 6 Wrestling School’ for a whole week for the first time in quite a while. This made the head trainer, Liam Gagnon, happy as Beaver was able to teach a couple classes to the new students. Beavs chuckled to himself as he recalled the slack jawed, in awe stares of the newbies as they clung to every word he had to say to them. It was a nice change of pace for Beaver, he loved being in #beachkrew, but it always felt like he was the one looking up to everyone else in the group. To have the tables turned was a reminder of just how far he had come since he had first stepped foot in ‘The 6’. Yet he knew that there was still a ways to go, that he had to keep improving his game if he was going to be looked at as ‘The Man’ in the WSeaF. As an example of how to carry yourself as the best in the business, Beavs had to look no further than his big brother, ‘Godnilla’ Wade Moor. The Leviathan had a nice, long reign as the Whirlpool Champ, and as the number one contender for the title again, he looked to quickly recapture the glory that had just slipped his grasp a couple months ago. Beaver would always look up to Wade as THE example of how to attain greatness, but #beachkrew had many other sources of wisdom within their ranks. Beavs was on this particular flight to go hang out with one of those sources of wisdom before Slam in Detroit that weekend. This member of #beachkrew Beaver had spent a time or two with before, but he had never really had the opportunity to get his outlook on things on a one on one basis. As Beavs continued to think about the meet up, a solid 9/10 stewardess, Asian, nice rack AT LEAST a D cup, approached him with a smile.
Stewardess: “The flight will be landing in about an hour, sir. Is there anything I can get you before then?”
A sly smile came across Beaver’s face.
Dustin Beaver: “Well today is “Pi Day”… is there any way that I could, you know, get some pie before we land?”
The stewardess thought for a second before replying.
Stewardess: “Hmmm, well when I was getting people food and drinks earlier, I don’t recall seeing any pie back there. Did you want me to double check?”
Beavs snickered and leaned closer to the stewardess.
DB: “How about instead of that kind of pie, you serve up a different kind of pie for me?”
Beaver winked at the hottie Asian as she gasped and playfully slapped Beavs across the face.
Stewardess: “I don’t think so, sir! I have a little more class than that!”
Beaver shrugged.
DB: “I guess I’ll just have to wait until I get into the city then!”
Stewardess: “Well good luck on your ‘pie hunting’ adventure. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
The bangin’ Asian then walked past Beaver as he turned to watch her go. She turned herself and looked down at her ass and then met Beavs’ gaze. She wanted to make sure he knew what he was missing out on and Beaver still loved every second of it. He shook his head side to side, acknowledging that he wished he could have that.
DB: “Damn, I hope the girls in Chicago all look like that… I NEED some quality pie and SOON!”
Monday March 14th, 4:47 pm
Beavs had landed at the Chicago O’Hare International Airport and picked up his suitcase from the baggage claim. He walked out into the arrival area where a familiar face was there to happily greet him.
Kyle Kemp: “Beaver! Good to see ya, bro! How was the flight?”
DB: “Oh you know the usual boring ass shit…There was one super fucking hot stewardess though. She turned me down, but not like in a bitch way. And she for sure wanted me to know I was missing out on some good pussy.”
Kemp snapped his fingers.
KK: “Damn, that’s rough, brah. Tell you what, we’ll for sure go out tonight and pick up like 3 hos for each of us. Even if we get like 3 ‘7’s’ each, that’s like more than 4 ‘10s’!”
Beaver laughed.
DB: “Now that’s what’s up! I knew I should have visited your ballin’ ass in Chicago earlier than this! Can’t really say that I’m happy that it’s yet another random ass clusterfuck match that brought us together, but whatever works I guess!”
KK: “Truth, well you’re here now so we’ll make the most of it! I’ve got a limo waiting for us out front; you got all your shit?”
DB: “Hell yeah and I sure do, let’s get the fuck out of here and hang out with the class of people we SHOULD be seen socializing with!”
KK: “You got it, follow me, nilla!”
Kemp led Beavs out of the airport and into the parking area where sure enough, a massive brand new 2016 Cadillac XTS limousine sat right up front waiting for the pair. The driver came rushing out of the front of the vehicle and opened the back door for Kyle and the Beavs. The two took their seats and made themselves comfortable. Kemp told the driver where he wanted to go next, and they were off.
DB: “Damn Kemp, now this is the right way to get the Beaver around from point A to point B!”
Kyle nodded in agreement.
KK: “Yeah it’s not too shabby, we should be able to load the bitches up in this thing tonight.”
DB: “Oh bad ass, we got this shit all night?!”
Kemp gave Beavs a strange look.
KK: “Of course, it’s the only way to travel for Mr. “Better than You”.”
Beaver smirked.
DB: “Ya know, people say that we’re a lot alike, I think I finally see it now. I mean, we’re both obviously classy ass motha fuckas that get all da bitches.”
KK: “For sure, my nilla, and right now were off to a fancy ass restaurant for an early dinner to kick off your first official #beachkrew visit to my town. I know that you dig that rich white people shit, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy where were going.”
Beavs leaned back and kicked his feet up on to the seat.
DB: “Yeah, I really see the similarities.”
Monday March 14th, 4:35 pm
The limo drove around for a while so Kyle and Dustin could enjoy a couple drinks before arriving at their destination. After a sufficient amount of time, the driver stopped the vehicle at 3500 N Elston Ave, in front of a place called Parachute.
KK: “This is Parachute, probably the best Korean places in the city and just straight up, one of the best restaurants around.”
Beaver clapped his hands and rubbed them together in anticipation as he stepped out of the limo.
DB: “Fuck yeah, Kemp! I love Asian cuisine…and those Asian bitches, I might have to find a couple of those for myself tonight.
Maybe even one here if the menu looks decent, if ya know what I’m sayin’.”
KK: “Damn Beaver, calm it down, my bro. You don’t wanna bust that nut before we even get to the clubs. If you’re flippin’ out just thinking about it, you’re gonna go nuts when you see what Chi-Town has to offer in the ladies’ department.”
Beavs closed his eyes for a moment to compose himself.
DB: “You’re right, Kyle. Ok just have to focus my chi… and I’m good. Let’s do this shit.”
Kemp and Beaver made their way inside and were seated by a decent looking Asian girl, nothing to scream home about, but not bad at all. They got their bottle of wine to start; Dustin decided to go with the slow-cooked beef short ribs for his meal, while Kyle went with the pekin duck breast. They sat there in conversation for a moment, but Beaver’s attention was momentarily taken away when he saw a large group come into the restaurant. It was a group of about ten people, three dudes and seven chicks, Beavs noticed that the group was led by a shorter guy, about 5’10 Dustin guessed, wearing a bright neon green shirt with some Spanish writing on it, cargo shorts and black slip on shoes. Beaver immediately recognized that he knew this guy from somewhere put he couldn’t quite figure out exactly why. He tipped his head towards the door and spoke in a hushed voice to get Kemp’s attention.
DB: “Yo Kyle, who is that guy in the neon shirt over there? I know I recognize him from something.”
Kyle turned around as the loud party of people pestered the poor Asian hostess to get them seats.
KK: “Oh no shit, bruh. That’s mother fucking Patrick Kane, son! You know three time Stanley Cup winner, current NHL points leader, THE NHL party master, and pretty much the most #beachkrew mother fucker in the entire sport of hockey.”
Beavs eyes lit up as he saw an awesome opportunity present itself.
DB: “No shit, I knew he looked familiar as fuck! Kyle, my bruh, we NEED to party with Kane tonight, like, it’s a non-optional. This guy can show us how to take our personal AND professional lives to the next level, I just know it.”
Kemp rubbed his chin as he thought.
KK: “I agree, but how do we go about getting his attention, without seeming like creepy or sad douchebags?”
Dustin looked away from Kyle as he tried to come up with a plan. Beaver saw that the hostess had fortunately for the #beachkrew duo, placed the Kane group in a spot where Beavs could keep an eye on them without having to go out of his way to do so.
DB: “I’ve got it. I can see them perfectly from where we’re sitting. As soon as they order alcohol, which let’s face it they will, we’ll wait 15 minutes and I’ll order them a bottle of something good, but not like the most expensive shit, we don’t want to seem desperate... Yo, maybe we should get the entire table shots!”
Kyle nodded and smiled.
KK: “Sounds like a plan to me, my man. Just keep that eye on ‘em, but don’t let them notice you, that will be game over… unless they recognize us of course and just invite us over, now that would be fucking amazing.”
DB: “Alright let Kane Watch 2016 begin!”
Monday March 14th, 5:00 pm
The Kane table had ordered and received several bottles of wine around a quarter till 5, and Dustin decided that 5 sharp was the time to put his plan into action. Beavs managed to flag down their waitress as she passed by.
DB: “Excuse me; do you see that table over there?”
The waitress glanced over and then looked back to Beaver, nodding enthusiastically.
Waitress: “Yeah, that’s Patrick Kane and his crew. He comes in here every now and then; he’s pretty much a legend around this place!”
DB: “It sure is could you get his entire table of a round of Irish Car Bombs on me? I would greatly appreciate it!”
The waitress laughed.
Waitress: “I sure can, I’ll make sure I point to you guys.”
DB: “Perfect, thanks!”
Beaver clapped his hands and rubbed them together as the waitress walked away from their table.
DB: “Alright Kemp, now we just sit back and let them come to us, easy shit!”
KK: “Don’t get too confident just yet. It’s a good opener, but you’re going to have to test that mic charisma to really get them to play along.”
Dustin looked at Kyle with his unwavering confidence.
DB: “We’ve got this; we’re partying with motha fuckin’ Patrick Kane tonight, bruh.”
A few moments later, the waitress brought another waitress with her and they carried two trays with the Kane parties’ drinks. As she had promised, the waitress pointed over to Dustin and Kyle. Beavs lifted his glass and tipped it to Kane when he looked in their direction. The Kaner laughed and gave Beaver and Kemp a thumbs up. The Kane group quickly finished their drinks, cheering loudly for each other the whole time. A few minutes passed, and Beaver started to become nervous that his gesture wasn’t enough to get Kane to come over to the #beachkrew table.
DB: “Fuck Kyle, it wasn’t enough was it? Maybe it was a bad drink choice? Maybe I looked like a fuccboi when I tipped my drink to him? Fuck.”
Kemp shot Beaver an annoyed glance.
KK: “Calm down bro, he’ll come over. Just don’t look over there or anything uncool like that. Just fucking sit here, relax, and let’s enjoy our drinks until he makes a move.”
Beavs knew that Kyle was right. Dustin always managed to get himself worked up about shit that was unnecessary. He had heard the comparisons people made about him and Kemp when Beaver had first arrived in the WSeaF. This is what separated them; Kyle was the cooler customer under pressure. Dustin had never really seen Kemp rattled, maybe this was a lesson he could take away from his experience with the former People’s and Tag Team champ. If Beaver really wanted to be at the top, he wouldn’t be able to spaz out about every little thing. Like when the noobs, The Pride, attacked him and #beachkrew at the last Slam. If Beavs would have been able to peel his body off of the canvas, he would have gone right after Pride then and there, no matter how bad it could have turned out for him. Someone like Kyle though, they would wait, dust themselves off and just wait for the most opportune time to get their revenge. Dustin knew that the latter was the more advantageous of the two situations, but he just wasn’t wired that way. He was going to have to learn to reprogram himself to be more calculating if he didn’t want to get completely rekt within a year in the company. As Beaver continued to think about his self-improvement, just as Kyle predicted, Kaner stood up at his table and started walking away from his group towards the #beachkrew table. Dustin composed himself, while Kyle continued to be the cool, calm and collected customer that he was.
Patrick Kane: “Hey fellas, thanks for the drinks…”
Kaner squinted at the two wrestlers, as if he wasn’t able to see anymore.
Kaner: “Hey wait a minute, I know you guys!”
Kane pointed at Kemp and spoke in an arrogant tone.
Kaner: “I’m better than you!”
Kane then turned to Beavs and pointed, he spoke with a Mickey Mouse-esque voice.
Kaner: “Beavlieve!”
Kane threw his arms up and looked toward the sky as he said the exclamation. Beaver leaned over to Kyle and whispered.
DB: “Do I really sound like that?”
Kemp laughed and then spoke to Kane.
KK: “Hell yeah, bro! Glad you know who we are! Listen we’re really big fans for yours and Beavs here is in town for just the week. We’d really appreciate it if you would let us join your squad for the night, we just really wanna fucking throw down.”
Kaner started to exaggeratedly nod.
Kaner: “Hell yeah, bros! Pay for your shit and we’ll get the fuck out of this place to party it the fuck up!”
Kyle motioned outside with his thumb.
KK: “Cool and by the way, we have my limo all night. I’m sure we could fit your entire crew in their if you preferred to travel that way tonight.”
Kaner’s eyes lit up.
Kaner: “Is is a…stocked limo?”
Kemp gave Kane a bemused look.
KK: “Of course it is bruh. We wouldn’t travel any other way!”
Kaner’s buzzed glassy eyes gained a sparkle in them when Kyle gave him the news he wanted to hear.
Tuesday March 15th, 1:05 am
Kane’s crew and the #beachkrew duo had driven around Chicago all night, hitting bar after bar and club after club, getting as many free drinks and adding as many girls to the posse as possible. Beaver and Kemp had even had to stop Kaner from choking a girl out at one bar because well, that’s what Kaner does. Dustin and Kyle figured this would likely be there last stop for the evening with the Kane squad but they had for sure had a blast. Beavs took a look around the inside of this last place they would be stopping at. Beaver noticed that all sorts of random filth were all that was really left of the scene at this particular bar. Dustin got an idea.
DB: “Yo Kyle, could you record a vid of me on my phone?”
KK: “Sure man.”
Beavs pulled his phone out of his pocket, and set the video to be streamed live to #beachkrew’s youtube channel. He handed the phone to Kemp.
DB: “Hey there Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies, it’s the Beavs coming to you live from Chicago, Illinois. This is the home city of your favorite 'Better than You' athlete, Kyle Kemp!”
Kyle spun the camera around and gave the viewers a wink before turning back to focus on Beaver.
DB: “And we also got to hang out with another beloved athlete tonight. He is none other than three time Stanley Cup champ and current NHL points leader, the Chicago Blackhawks’ Patrick mother fuckin’ Kane!”
Kemp moved the camera around until it rested on a very drunk Kaner groping some girl at the bar who was attempting to make out with him, but was so drunk that it just looked like a very awkward molestation. Kyle quickly put the focus back on Dustin.
DB: “Patrick Kane, folks, guy is a real party animal. You see, he recognizes what life is about, being the best and partying. These just happen to be #beachkrew’s forte so it just made sense that we would end up dominating the night scene together.”
A scowl crept over Beaver’s face.
DB: “We’re not like our opponents this weekend at Slam. We’re no random thrown together misfit clique of bullshit like them.”
Beaver scanned the room for a moment and pointed for Kemp to focus the camera at a slightly overweight gentleman, sitting at the end of the bar with his laptop in front of him. Oblivious to what was going on around him. The camera focus went back to Dustin once he began to speak again.
DB: “Poor Z-Mac, I don’t really know how he got stuck with the clusterfuck team we will be destroying. I mean, we’ve been pretty cool with the guy in the past, so I can’t really say that I’ve got an problem with him. Shit, I even teamed with the guy a few weeks ago when we won a nine-person tag match. In all honesty I really don’t want to hate on the guy because he got beat by…”
Beavs paused and appeared to swallow a lump in this throat, he looked physically ill.
DB: “He got beat by Kat Phoenix and lost the Hardcore title. I mean, if that’s not a kick in the nuts, I really don’t know what is. So as far as the former SeaMac goes, that’s all there.”
Dustin again looked around the bar scene and pointed out another person to Kemp. Kyle this time swung the phone around to a brunette female that looked like the biggest train wreck of a girl you could imagine. She was trying to unsuccessfully make out with any guy she could get near, but they would just push her off as she got close. It was really a sad scene.
DB: “Speaking of Kat Phoenix…you know, I just don’t fucking get it. Between the cookies and the bears and the Andre Holmes stalking, I just don’t really understand this person. Where in your life do you get THAT fucked up that you resemble something that isn’t so much a human, but a fucking cartoon?! I just can’t take anything she says or does seriously, that’s the only reason she’s ever a danger to beat anyone in the WSeaF!”
Beavs shook his head side to side.
DB: “But I refuse to fall into that trap. I will not be taking you lightly, Ms. Phoenix, I will beat you just like any person I’ve destroyed in this company. And if you think the fact that you have a vagina will get in my way, just ask Bonnie Blue or Celeste how nice I am to the ladies. If you think a hardcore match was tough, an ass kicking from the Great Beaver a week after that is going to send you to a retirement home, rather than the fucking nut house.”
Dustin looked around again and didn’t have to do much searching, as a man with long hair and a long beard was getting thrown out of the front door by security as he yelled random things to any bystander that was willing to listen to him.
DB: “Ha, Mikey eXtreme, that poor bastard thought that he was the man that ran the whole United States when he was the US champ. Like anyone would want that fucking whack job to be in charge of the things that control their lives. Mr. eXtreme, the only thing that’s eXtreme now is your delusion that your still a champion thanks to that little toy belt you carry around. Mikey, you are now a nobody; you’re not like the Supreme Beavliever. You had nothing to fall back on once the US title was taken from you and now you just walk around the locker room like a sad shell of a man. Losing this match is only going to make matters worse for you, so if you end up getting kicked out of the WSeaF, just like that cool guy got kicked out of the bar a second ago, well, I won’t say I was surprised.”
Beavs looked around again and came to rest on a group of Hispanic American gentlemen, covered in dirt, looking downtrodden and overworked.
DB: “Ah yes, good ol’ Teddy Blaze, or Teo Del Sol I guess, whatever the hell you want to call him. I mean, let’s face it Teddy, you’re still scared to face Dustin Beaver, just like you were when you escaped that TV title match months ago, just like when you lost to Beaver’s team in that nine man tag match a few weeks ago. You show up, you work hard; you even get a little shiny belt that says the people love you! But guess what that belt is really telling you? It’s a big fat consolation prize that says that there’s a certain level you’re never going to reach. While the people love a good hero, they recognize that they don’t want you getting killed by a monster like, the Great Beaver, which will take them away from you. You can celebrate being the man of the people all you want, I’m going to keep climbing the ladder and actually become THE man while you’re still south of the border in Mediocrity Land.”
Dustin looked around the room and had Kemp stop the phone on a big ugly bastard with an American flag t-shirt on.
DB: “Ha! Fucking Vengeance, this guy acting like he’s going to become the president of the United States because he has some title belt?! This guy is more delusional than Katherine Phoenix! I mean, what is it with you people?! Even with that “championship”, you’re still just another guy that got pinned by Dustin Beaver just three weeks ago! If I wanted that disgusting title, I would take it from you at a moment’s notice! Fortunately for you, I will let you have this country’s title because well let’s face it, Canada is better LOL!”
Kemp spun the phone around and shook his head back and forth into the camera as Beaver laughed him off. The camera then spun back to Beavs as he had a confused look on his face. He shrugged his shoulders as Kyle pointed at the ground. It took Dustin a second, but he realized that Kemp was pointing at Dustin’s shadow on the ground.
DB: “Oh shit that’s right! Shadowlove, I mean let’s face it bruh, you’re the afterthought of this match. The guy that was tacked on at the end of the matchmaking process because Seth couldn’t come up with another body to get annihilated by #beachkrew until he saw your name on a list. The number one contender for my former SeaV title, huh? Well good luck, buddy, you’re going to fucking need it to even crawl out of the ring after #beachkrew throttles you so badly, Slane will just have to lay on you at Explosion to get the win. I love making examples out of people and a fresh wannabe like you is my perfect target.”
Beavs then had Kyle walk around next to him as he put his arm around him.
DB: “#beachkrew is STILL the number one faction not only in WSeaF, but in the world today. We’re going to beat those asses at Slam and then walk into Explosion and run the table on that shit too. There’s not a damn thing anyone is going to be able to do because we’re “Better than You”, Beavlieve THAT.”
