The Adventures of #TBB Part 3: #TBB Rides Again

[Dustin Beaver]

(Part 1 of 2)

Sunday March 20th, 10:15 pm

Dustin Beaver looks on at Slam in Detroit as Katherine Phoenix is about to have the nail hammered into her proverbial coffin by Wade Moor as he under hooks her arms. She had already received a #DankInfusion from Andre Aquarius, a Beaver-to-Belly from the Beavs himself and a Back to the Minors from Kyle Kemp, it was amazing to Dustin that Kat was still counted amongst the living at this point into her ass kicking. Beaver was by no means a fan of Katherine Phoenix, as he found her likely clinically insane, but even so he wasn’t enjoying destroying her as much as he thought he would. To Beavs, it felt like she hadn’t done anything to him personally to deserve this level of destruction at the hands of #beachkrew, but Dustin was willing to follow Wade to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took for them to win, and Godnilla was hell bent on terminating Phoenix. Just as Moor was about to put the final touch on ending her career, or very likely her life, the Sentinels charged the ring to put a stop to the end of the action. Beaver and the rest of #beachkrew quickly slid out of the ring and jumped the guard rail into the hostile crowd. Beavs turned back towards the ring just in time to see Joey Flash but a boot straight into Kat’s face with enough force to make her head snap backwards before she slumped to the ground in a heap. Beavs looked over towards Wade as Moor mouthed something to Flash, who was now staring at the number one contender for the World Title. It was at that moment that Dustin realized that he was just a pawn in a chess match between two grandmasters at the top of their game. Beaver didn’t mind being the pawn at this point in his career, as he cared more about being the pawn on the right team, but it was a reminder of his status nonetheless. A memory of Beavs triumphantly holding the SeaV title flashed through his mind and he smiled, it didn’t matter what the title was back then, he was just happy to be considered the champ. A shout from Wade broke Beaver away from his memory.

Wade Moor: “Dusty, follow me.”

Dustin nodded and continued to shadow the Leviathan. Beavs followed Moor all the way out of the arena and to the ass end of the parking lot, where the WINO-bago sat parked. Outside of the WINO-bago, every current member of #beachkrew was now gathered; it was the first time Beaver had observed every member of #beachkrew together in one place for quite some time. Before Dustin had time to properly greet everyone, the 6ix God Jared Holmes, addressed the crowd.

6ix God: “Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for us to take our rightful place at the top of the WSeaF once again.”

Jared looked confidently at Moor as he approached the van.

6ix God: “Your Godnilla, Wade Moor, will be in the main event of Explosion next week at the United Center in Chicago, Illinois. He will be bringing the World Title home with him after he dispatches, hopefully permanently, the plague of the WSeaF that is Joey Flash.”

Holmes then glanced over to Kyle Kemp.

6ix God: “Meanwhile, Kyle Kemp and myself will be handling our business in the Trilogy Cup tournament semifinals and make it an all #beachkrew final, guaranteeing us the Trilogy Cup Tournament champion.”

The 6ix God then looked over to Johnny Rabid and a wide smile came across his face.

6ix God: “Speaking of the Trilogy Cup, the wild card himself, Johnny Rabid, will finally annihilate the alleged monster that, Dune, may have once been but is no longer. Once Rabid’s hand is raised in victory, the Sandman will return to his lair, a broken man, and the obliteration of the Sentinels that Joey Flash himself has already started will be one step closer to completion.”

Jared then scanned for a moment before looking back and forth at Beaver and Andre Aquarius.

6ix God: “Dustin and Andre, you two have been dominating in a team capacity with your fellow #beachkrew members, including a tag team victory at the last pay-per-view together, handling two members of ‘The Family’. I have had our lawyers speak with WSeaF officials and made sure that you guys have been rewarded for your efforts, and you will be taking on two members of ‘The Pride’ to determine who the number one contenders are for the Tag Team titles. I have no doubts that you two worthy competitors will be bring those belts back to #beachkrew where they belong as well.”

Holmes continued to speak, but Beaver’s mind was racing a hundred miles a minute. Number one contenders for the tag titles, gold around the Supreme Beavliever’s waist once again. Beavs knew that his power to Beavlieve was going to carry his motivation going into such an important match for himself. Dustin looked over at Andre, who showed no visible emotion. Beaver knew that #TeamBlackBeaver had taken care of business back at Timebomb, but Beavs was well aware that Aquarius was more interested in some individual gold rather than the team style. As Dustin continued to dwell on the opportunity in front of him, the 6ix God wrapped up his speech which ended in cheering and praise for Holmes, whose return a month ago had sparked some enthusiasm back into the group. As the gathering split into smaller groups so that personal matters could be discussed, Beaver ran up to Andre and tapped him on the shoulder.

Dustin Beaver: “Yo bruh, tag team title shots if we can beat those new fuccbois, The Pride! What do you think of that, my man?!”

Aquarius chuckled.

Andre Aquarius: “Yeah my nilla, a shot at any of the belts is good thing in my book. I ain’t gonna show those Pride boys love either just because they’re new and are obviously trying to be #beachkrew with their weak ass attempt at trying to be different. I’m gonna beat the brakes off those faggots and make them my bitches!”

Beaver laughed and nodded. He was no longer concerned about Andre’s heart being in this match.

DB: “Hell yeah, bro, I’m not gonna let two mother fuckers who just fucking got here take away my shot at greatness once again. Have any ideas of what we should do to prepare for these douchebags?”

Aquarius stared off in the distance and rubbed his chin in thought.

AA: “Well my nilla, I went to T Dot and trained with you and that ended up workin’ out pretty damn nicely for both of us. How ‘bout this time, you come to my hood and we train there, you know, a little cross training or some shit like that. I’m sure a few of my boys back home could show ya a thing or two about that street fight game.”

Beavs became nervous for a moment. He couldn’t claim that he had been to the hood too many times in his life. The last time he could recall was when he was trying to find some random whore’s house and ended up making a wrong turn into a bad part of Toronto while driving his Escalade. Fortunately, the only issue he had was some crackhead coming up to his window trying to score some junk. Dustin knew it could have been much worse, like someone shoving a gun in his face and telling him to get the fuck out of his car, but he managed to escape to normal civilization without further issue. Beaver wasn’t about to turn down the invitation though, he knew Andre’s offer was genuine and it could provide a nice training opportunity that he would otherwise not have the chance to participate in.

DB: “You know what, my niqqa, I’m down like a clown for that! I’ve already got my things packed and with me, so whenever we’re done partying with the boys, we can just head straight back to your crib.”

Aquarius smiled and held out his hand for a bro fist from Beavs, which he happily returned.

AA: “Alright man, let’s catch up with the rest of the krew, we got some fuckin’ partyin’ to do tonight, son!”

Monday March 21st, 1:35 pm

After partying all Sunday night and well into Monday morning, Dustin and Andre managed to drag their still alcohol fueled bodies to the Detroit Metropolitan Airport and board their flight heading for the Oakland International Airport to get to Berkeley, California, Andre’s hometown. Beaver had some butterflies in his stomach, although it could have possibly been the residual alcohol still affecting him as well, but this was it. He was about to see what the real hood in the US was all about. Sure he’d have a partner in crime for this journey, but Beavs knew that he was going to have to hold his own to have any sort of chance to gain something positive from the experience. Otherwise, he knew the trip would be him getting beat the fuck up by a bunch of big black dudes as Aquarius would only be able to look on, shaking his head. Just as Dustin was about to turn his phone off before the flight took off, he received a text message from Jared Holmes.

6ix God Text: “Yo Aquarius and Beaver! I almost forgot to tell you guys, the two fuccbois of the Pride you’ll be facing at Explosion are Eddie Felt and Ethan King. Good look with the training this week, bros! Can’t wait to see you guys kill some motha fuckas in the ring on Sunday!”

Beavs tapped Aquarius on the shoulder and showed him the text he had received.

AA: “Got it, you know anything about either one of those assholes, man?”

Beaver didn’t really know much about either man because they were almost brand new to the organization. However, because of the assault he had faced a couple weeks back, he did know one thing about them that pissed Beavs off to no end.

DB: “Not really, I know those douchebags attacked me a couple weeks ago after that six man tag match when I was paired with Wade and Johnny against the Sentinels. From that bullshit experience, I know that they’re yet another group of people trying to ride Joey Flash’s dick to stardom, like that will ever work out for them.”

Andre nodded his head as he listened.

AA: “Yeah I remember that shit happened at the end of that match after you guys had done your work. Pretty pussy ass move, I’d say, at least we know what kind of fuccbois we’re dealing with now though.”

Beavs chuckled to himself as he recalled something.

DB: “And it’s funny because I remember when they first came on the scene and were fucking with that moron, Dag Riddik, I thought they were hilarious. I mean, it was pretty fucking obvious they were looking at #beachkrew as their blueprint to success, but they were different enough that I didn’t care. But now, after the amount of shit they’ve managed to drum up in a month, it’s obvious that we need to knock them right the fuck out of here and get rid of yet another group that’s turned into nothing but an annoying ass shit show. #beachkrewLITE needs to be taken out.”

Andre shook his head back and forth.

AA: “Yeah I just don’t get it fam, it’s like none of these lames can come up with their own shit, so they go, “Oh look at #beachkrew! They broke in quick and were legit right away! Let’s do something like them where we just shit on people a lot as soon as we step on the scene!” But the thing that made #beachkrew so fucking awesome was that we were different than any bullshit than WSeaF had had before us. We weren’t anything like Pantheon or AOD or Rebellion or any other ‘Insert Wannabe Witty Name Here’ garbage.”

Beaver laughed.

DB: “Oh Beavlieve me, bruh, I totally get what you’re saying. You know, people have brought up the fact that before I was an official member of #beachkrew, I used to shit talk you guys more than probably anyone else in the organization. Do you wanna know why I did that shit?”

Aquarius raised his eyebrow in interest.

AA: “Hell yeah I wanna know, nilla, what was the deal?”

Dustin paused for a moment.

DB: “…Because I was jealous as fuck, son! I was a fuckin’ noob that had to just sit on the sidelines while I watched #beachkrew win every match and pick up almost every title in the organization. I wanted to roll with you guys so bad, but I knew at that point I wasn’t good enough. I mean, I hadn’t done shit here yet… just like three asshats known as ‘The Pride’. Those mother fuckers have done less than nothing except for get a cheap shot in one match and win a couple other throwaway matches.”

Beaver’s eyes widened as he made a funny realization.

DB: “I mean, shit bro, those two fuccbois we’re facing at Explosion couldn’t even coach their boy, Griffin, to a win over fucking Dragon Psycho Dragon Dragon, or whatever the fuck his name is! That guy is the biggest pile of fucking shit that I’ve seen yet in the WSeaF, and Ol’ Griff couldn’t even get the job done against him! If Eddie Felt and Ethan King couldn’t even motivate their teammate enough to beat the guy at the bottom of the barrel of the organization, how the fuck do they think they’re going to beat #beachkrew, the best in the damn business?! What, are they going to summon the strength of all the Joey Flash semen oozing from their rectums to think they have some greatness in them?!”

Andre made a disgusted face and looked away for a second.

AA: “Ew that’s one fucking gross thought, bruh! And that shit better not happen, I don’t need to be slippin’ on anyone’s jizz and breaking my fucking leg or some crazy bullshit like that!”

Dustin’s face cringed as he thought about what that would look like.

DB: “Yeah, shit would be fucked up…Speaking of fucked up things, how about we see if we can’t dig up anything individually on these dicks. I’m sure they broadcast their lives out in the open like anyone would give a shit!”

Andre pointed to Beavs’ laptop case that he had carried on board with him.

AA: “Yeah nilla, get that muh fuckin’ computer up and get your ass to work!”

DB: “Ha!”

Beaver reached down and unzipped his laptop case, pulling out the laptop and placing it on the seat tray in front of him.

DB: “Who to google first? Hmmm, how about the Eddie Felt queer first. He seems like the type to be easy to find trying to make himself famous for no reason!”

The google homepage popped up thanks to Beaver’s USB modem he kept handy at all times. He typed “Eddie Felt” into the search bar and hit enter, the following popped up:



Beaver laughed loud enough for several people around him to notice.

DB: “Andre bro, check this out! Apparently we weren’t the first ones to google “Eddie Felt”. Damn, this guy has only been in the WSeaF for a few weeks and he’s already got a reputation for himself! He should have known that no one wants to hear his bullshit about how world leaders are like fucking lizards or whatever fucking nonsense those idiots have come up with!”

Aquarius nodded in agreement.

AA: “Yeah I don’t get those kind of fucking people, man. It’s like bruh, if aliens and shit existed, don’t you fucking think they would have tried to at least fucking contact us or some shit by now? It’s like; live in the real fucking world, nilla. Leave that fantasy shit to Andre Jenson and assholes like that that wanna play their stupid little games all day!”

Beaver smirked at the thought of Andre Jenson running around on his island doing his nerd shit all day.

DB: “For real, alright well shit man, apparently we’re not the only people that dislike this Felt fuck. If that’s what google is returning for a result, there are quite a few people out there that have already recognized his fuccboi status, even in such a short duration.”

Dustin then clicked the ‘Images’ tab to see what pics came up for Felt. Beavs recognized his WSeaF forum picture right away.

DB: “Ugh, just look at this asshole's picture, bro. “Oh fucking look at me, I have a WHOLE stack of money here, I must be fucking cool!” Shit is fucking embarrassing man; he makes everyone in WSeaF look like a bunch of shit bags with white trash ass pics like that, just no fucking class.”

Andre once again nodded in affirmation.

AA: “Yeah I mean, just look at us and the rest of #beachkrew! Nothing but straight up class, expensive clothes, cars, parties, but none of that cheap ass money flashing, that shit’s for fucking strippers and whores and shit. This ain’t the 1998 hip hop scene anymore, fuck.”

Beaver clicked through a few more things in Felt’s google search, satisfied that he saw everything that was needed. Dustin then thought of a hilarious idea.

DB: “Yo Andre, you know that ‘Aliens’ mother fucker? That’s who fuckin’ Felt reminds me of! Hold up, I’m gonna make something and show it to you!”

Beavs clicked away at his computer as Aquarius sat patiently staring out the window of their flight. But not having much patience, Andre eventually had to say something.

AA: “Yo Beavs, you about ready with this shit or what?”

Beaver giggled to himself as he stared at something on the screen.

DB: “Andre, my bruv, you don’t rush greatness, but check this shit out.”

Dustin turned the laptop for Aquarius to see.



This time it was Andre who laughed loud enough to piss of the people around them.

AA: “Dusty! That shit is amazing, that’s straight up Eddie Felt after we murk him on Sunday right there!”

DB: “What can I say? When fuccbois are fuccbois, it’s easy to call them out on their bullshit!”

Beavs clicked a couple more things on his computer again, while Aquarius continued to chuckle about Dustin’s created meme.

DB: “Ok well now that we have one half of the loser team out of the way, I suppose we might as well talk about the other half, not that he’s going to make much of a difference!”

AA: “Yeah, Ethan King…the only thing 'King' about his status is going to be “King of the #beachkrew bitches” after we get done having our way with him.”

Beaver once again did his google search once again, nothing came up but a ‘did you mean: “ result.



Dustin looked at the result and immediately became irritated about something.

DB: “Well, looks like we weren’t the first ones to get to King either. But this is bullshit man, I mean, fucking Flash used to shoot his load on me for not having a gimmick, but look at this douche!”

Beavs clicked a couple links and managed to find a wrestler biography page on King.

DB: “Yeah, all this asshat has done is gone to college and done some wrestling training…like that’s it. I mean, THAT’S FUCKING IT! At least I had done the singing bullshit in my life to give me a little bit of adult, real world relevance; this fucking fuck has done the equivalent of what a child has done! And yet some faggot like Joey Flash is going to back this garbage?! I just, how the fuck, Andre? How do people who haven’t done jack shit here, or even in their entire fucking lifetime, get opportunities like this? I had to bust my ass and take a punch or two in the mouth before that mongoloid, Seth Lerch, realized that I DESERVED a shot at gold. Yet here we are we have to face off against two fucking children that have done the equivalent of me scratching my nut sack with their lives. But they DESERVE a shot? Nah, fuck that.”

Aquarius’ emotionless face changed to one of enlightenment as he recalled something.

AA: “Yeah I totally agree with you, nilla. And speaking of which, didn’t those queer bangers already get a shot at a title?”

Beavs scratched his head as he thought about it. He pressed few keys on the keyboard before he found the answer.

DB: “Oh yeah that’s right, their boy, Griff, had and Internet Title match on the Wednesday Night show against Z-Mac. Of course, Z straight up bodied his ass and made him look like a damn fool. And then eleven days later, he went and got himself rekt by Dragon the Yung Psycho. Real Pride right there!”

Beaver continued his research of the two non-Griffin members of Pride. A smirk came across Dustin’s face as he thought about something while looking at their bios.

DB: “Yo Andre, these two guys we’re facing at Explosion, do they remind you of anyone?”

Aquarius’ face scrunched up as he tried to think of what Beavs was asking.

AA: “Remind me of anyone? Like who, nilla?”

DB: “Well rowdy college kids, both from California, decided to become wrestlers for some reason. That doesn’t make you think of anyone at all?!...”

Andre now looked slightly annoyed.

AA: “The fuck you gettin’ at, Beaver?”

A ridiculously, almost cartoon like wide smile now spread across Beavs’ face.

DB: “Andre, they’re straight up the white versions of you!”

Aquarius almost blew a gasket right then and there on the plane.

AA: “Motha fuckas! I knew there was a reason I didn’t like these fuckin’ crackas right from the start without even knowing anything about them! They are they’re following in almost my exact footsteps! This is bullshit Beavs we need to kill these bastards at Explosion! There’s only room enough for one college party freak, and that’s me, man!”

Dustin waived his arms at Prince Lightskin in an attempt to calm him down.

DB: “I agree with you, bruh, but let’s save that energy and aggression at least until training this week, if not until the match on Sunday!”

Andre straightened his shirt and rolled his shoulders back as he calmed himself down.

AA: “You right, you right. But put that fucking computer away bro, I’ve heard everything about these white skins that I want to hear for one day.”

Beaver laughed and shut down the laptop, replacing it in its bag.

DB: “Yeah, well at least we know something about them now, I guess. I think I’m gonna take a siesta before we hit Cali.”

Aquarius cozied himself into his seat upon hearing the word ‘siesta’.

AA: “Now that sounds like a good idea, my nilla. Wake me up when we get there, will ya?”

DB: “Ha, I will if they wake me up first. I’m hoping I sleep through this whole fucking plane ride, shit’s boring as fuck.”

Andre turned his head toward the window.

AA: “Truth, night Beavs.”

Beaver turned his head towards the aisle and dozed off.

Dustin Beaver found himself walking down what appeared to be an abandoned street, as ramshackle houses with windows and doors boarded up lined either side. This block didn’t look familiar at all to Dustin but he could tell that he was in a part of some city that was likely considered ‘the ghetto’. Beavs felt a twinge of nervousness sweep over him as he slowly made his way down the block. He stopped of a moment to look around. He decided that it looked safe enough to call out to his tag partner that was currently nowhere to be found.

DB: “Yo Andre! Are you here?!”

There was no reply other than the whistle of the wind. The wind whipped at him and sent a chill over Beaver’s body as he began to rub his arms with his hands in an attempt to keep warm. He walked a short distance longer before he reached a house at the end of the street. Dustin stared at the house for a moment, thinking that it seemed very familiar. It was a simple log cabin home, rundown in appearance like the other homes, but without the door or windows boarded up. There was a single light on in the home, the only house on the block that had a light coming from it. Beavs decided then that it would be in his best interest to approach the home and knock to see if anyone was home so that he could get directions and get the hell out of wherever he was. Beaver walked a few steps more but the crunch of gravel behind him made him stop dead in his tracks and spin around. As he stared back down the block, a figure now stood in front of him. The person was wearing a dark hoody with the hood pulled up covering his face, dark colored gloves, dark colored pants, dark colored shoes, dark colored everything. The sight of some random person showing up behind him unnerved Dustin but he decided to attempt to communicate with the figure.

DB: "Hey there, I think I'm lost. Are you from this area? Could you help me out and give me directions to the nearest gas station or let me borrow your phone?"

The figure continued to just stand in front of Beavs, not replying or moving at all for that matter. Beaver started to get angry about the situation and he raised his voice at the unknown person in front of him.

DB: "Look man, I'm lost and I just need a little bit of help! It's not like I'm asking for a lot, I just want to get the hell out of here!"

Again, the figure continued his motionless stance and did not reply to Dustin's pleas. Beavs had reached his limit and he mustered up some courage and began to walk towards the unknown, unhelpful person in front of him. Beaver took two steps forward but the motionless figure now raised up his arm and revealed the last thing Dustin had wanted to see him holding. The moonlight shined off the chrome of the pistol, it was much larger than the Glock that Beavs had fired on the one outing with Rabid and Kemp and he knew that one shot hitting him from this thing and he would either be in a world of pain or worse. Beaver now spoke in a nervous voice.

DB: "Whoa there guy, I don't want any trouble and I don't have any money or anything at all on me. Please, just let me get out of here and you'll never see me again."

The unknown entity did not vocally reply to Dustin's voice but he raised up the pistol and took aim right at the Beavs. Beaver pleaded for his safety.

DB: "Come on man, what the hell do you want from me? I have nothing, I just want out of here!"

The figure continued to aim the large chrome handgun at Dustin, but he now moved his other hand up to the hoody and pulled back the hood, revealing his face. Beavs was now no longer just frightened, he was downright terrified. Instead of seeing a person staring back at him, the face of an owl glared back at him with bright orange eyes. Beaver could tell that whatever this thing was, it was not wearing a mask and that the owl head was 100% genuine. Dustin again tried to communicate with the monstrosity standing before him, more frantic sounding than ever.

DB: "What the fuck, man?! What do you want from me?! What the hell are you?!"

This time, the creature holding Beavs at gunpoint moved it's beak in response. It was the most horrifying sound Beaver had ever heard in his entire life.

Owl: "Whoooooo! Whoooooooo!"

Dustin had reached his limit, he was not about to just stand there and see what happened next. He turned around and bolted towards the log cabin. Beavs had never run so fast in his life and it felt like he reached the front door the log cabin house faster than humanly possible. He began to pound on the door with all his strength, shouting at the top of his lungs for help.

DB: "PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! THERE'S A FUCKING CRAZY BIRD THING CHASING AFTER ME WITH A FUCKING GUN! OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE!"

There was no direct reply to Beaver's cries for help, but he could just barely hear something happening inside of the house. It was faint, but Beavs could hear the soft laughter loud enough to make him hammer the door with even more ferocity.

DB: "HEY! I CAN HEAR YOU FUCKING LAUGHING, OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR NOW, PLEASE FOR FUCK'S SAKE, HELP ME!"

The only reply Dustin received was the laughter growing even louder, to the point where Beaver knew that there was no point in continuing his pleas for assistance. Just then, Beavs heard the sound of someone slowing walking up behind him. Dustin slowly turned around, knowing exactly what would be waiting for him. The Owl Man stood there as menacingly as ever a few feet away, the chrome pistol now held at his side. Beaver begged for his safe passage out of the situation one more time.

DB: "Please...just let me go."

The Owl Man raised the gun once again, aiming right right at Beavs' head. Dustin closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable.

BANG!

Beaver screamed as he woke up in his seat still aboard the flight bound for the Oakland International Airport. The sound of Dustin's scream managed to wake Aquarius out of a dead sleep.

AA: "YO! Beaver man, are you alright? What the fuck was that, bruh?!"

Beavs sat there for a second, trying to shake the cobwebs out. A stewardess came rushing over to see what the problem was.

Stewardess: "Sir, are you ok? We heard you scream from all the way in the back."

Dustin groggily looked first at Andre and then to the stewardess.

DB: "Uh yeah, I'm fine, I just, um, had a bad dream, that's all."

AA: "Damn nilla, it must have been the worst dream of all time 'cause that screaming shit was loud as fuck!"

The stewardess gawked at Aquarius for a moment because of his use of such rough language. She then turned back to Beavs with a smile.

Stewardess: "Well we'll be landing in Oakland in about fifteen minutes if you want to try to relax until then. Is there anything that I can get you?"

Beaver shook his head 'no' in response.

DB: "No, no thanks. I'll be fine."

The stewardess put her hand on Dustin's shoulder for a moment before walking away. Beavs looked over again at Andre as Aquarius stared back at him incredulously.

AA: "You sure you're alright, bro?"

Beaver nodded, not really believing in his own response.

DB: "Yeah, it was just a really fucked up dream man, nightmare level shit I suppose."

AA: "Well what the hell happened in it?"

Dustin shivered a little as he realized he could recall every little detail from the dream.

DB: “Well I was on some deserted ghetto ass lookin’ street. I was walking for a while, trying to figure out where the fuck I was. Eventually I found a house with a light on at the end of the street. But before I made it there, some fucking person, well what I thought at first was a person, walked up behind me. He was wearing a hoody with the hood pulled over his face so I couldn’t see him. I asked the fucker if he could help me, he didn’t answer after I asked like three or four times. I got all pissed off and went to rush him, but then he pulled a big ass gun on me. Then this dude pulled his hood off and he had a fucking owl head! Not like a mask either, like this dude was a fucking legit 'Owl Man'. Once he knew that I saw him, he made this horrible fucking ‘Whooo!’ noise that was probably the worst thing I’ve heard in my entire life. So I saw and heard that shit and decided to bolt for the house at the end of the block with the light on because fuck that. I get to the front door of the house and I pounded on the door but no one would answer. And the super fucked up part was that I knew someone was in there because I heard the asshole as they laughed at me. I kept pounding on the door until I heard something right behind me. It was the owl fucker again and he stood there for a moment while I yelled at him. Then he finally brought the gun up to shoot me so I just closed my eyes and then I woke up.”

Andre stared at Beavs for a moment; trying to soak in the whole story he had just been told.

AA: “Damn Beaver, that’s a fucked up dream, my bruh. Maybe you should see like a psychologist or something because… fuck dude.”

Dustin shot Aquarius an irritated look.

DB: “It was just a stupid dream, man. I ain’t gonna let some stupid shit that didn’t actually happen freak me out. People have fucked up dreams all the time, I’m sure my next dream will be about me plowing three bitches at once or something cool.”

Andre snickered.

AA: “Well you better hope nilla. If anyone staying in the hood screams like that, they better be getting shot, stabbed or a be a bitch getting fucked, otherwise these hood niggas are gonna unmercifully rip on your ass or just straight beat you down. Not sure I’ll be of much help if that’s the case.”

Beavs waived his hand to dismiss Prince Lightskin’s statement.

DB: “Don’t worry about me, man, I’ll be just fine. The Supreme Beavliever is able to take care of himself. These hood bros we’ll think I’ll have grown up in the streets by the end of this visit.”

Aquarius shrugged.

AA: “I sure hope so, Beavs. I know that you can handle yourself in a fight because I’ve see the shit first hand, but with the way you look, they’re still gonna be testin’ your ass whenever they see the chance. Just be your cool #beachkrew self, don’t be screaming or any crazy shit like that, and I think we’ll be able to turn this into a productive training trip.”

Beaver looked back at Andre with stern resolve.

DB: “You can count on me, bruh. I'll make all these mother fuckers Beavlievers by the time we’re ready to go!”

Monday March 21st, 4:20 pm

Beavs and Aquarius had gotten off the plane and found their bags at the baggage claim and we’re ready to begin their trip to Andre’s hood home. Dustin quickly realized that this was not going to be like his trip to Chicago to see Kyle Kemp, as he got into the passenger side of Prince Lightskin’s bright pink 1983 Cadillac Eldorado, equipped with custom grill and 23 inch chrome rims. Dustin’s eyes got wide when he first saw Aquarius’ whip.

DB: “Damn bro, you cruise around the hood in this thing?! You’re lucky some niqqa hasn’t tried to jack your shit!”

Andre scoffed.

AA: “Bruh, people know better than to fuck with Andre Aquarius. If some fool thought he could try to steal my shit, they know that them and their whole family, crew, whatever would get clapped up in about two seconds. I’ve built quite a reputation for myself where I’m from and people respect shit like that. You’re going to have opportunity to do the same, Beavs. I mean, you’re not gonna be as big as Prince Lightskin, but I think you can be a big deal around here, especially for a white boy.”

Beaver was gaining confidence in his ability to make the best out of this situation with Aquarius' endorsement. He was going to try his best to pick up some things that would help decimate the Pride even more than he already knew that he could. He grinned at Andre.

DB: “Oh I will, bro, all I have to do is Beavlieve!”