The Adventures of #TBB part 4: #TBB Ghetto Lessons

[Dustin Beaver]

(Part 2 of 2)

Monday March 21st, 4:35 pm


Andre Aquarius managed to drive himself and Dustin Beaver to his home in South Berkeley in about 15 minutes. Beaver thought that this was fast for being a busy part of California near rush hour traffic time, but Aquarius assured Dustin that if you know what you’re doing and you’re in the Berkeley/Oakland region, it takes you 20 minutes to drive anywhere in that area. After they were parked, Beaver waited for Prince Lightskin to exit the vehicle before getting out himself. Dustin took a look around, the area looked nicer than he thought it was going to, but it was still obviously not the nicest part of the city. Andre’s house itself was actually one of the better looking houses on the block. It was a light tan color, which made Beavs chuckle.


Andre Aquarius: “Here it is, Beaver, Casa de Aquarius. Nicest house on the block for damn sure. We’re fortunately not in the worst part of South Berkeley…that’s a few blocks over, you’ll probably be able to hear a few gunshots tonight from knuckleheads gang bangin’.”


Dustin mustered up the bravest nod that he could. This was for sure a lifestyle that he was not used to.


Dustin Beaver: “Cool man, sounds like I’ll get the full hood experience! So is this place all yours, or do you live here with other people?”


Andre laughed.


AA: “I wish I could say that I was the only person that lived here, but I don’t. I live with a couple of my buddies I went to college with, Big Brown and Ganj, which is actually a nice thing because they take care of the place a lot of the time now since we’re always out on the road doing WSeaF shit. Without them, who knows what kind of crack heads and squatters I’d have to deal with after every time I came home from an extended time away.”


Beavs hadn’t thought about that type of situation happening before to his home. But he also lived in a gated community in a nice neighborhood, slight difference he supposed.


DB: “Yeah, I suppose that is a good thing then. So are your bros at home right now then?”


Aquarius smirked.


AA: “I’m sure that they are. You ready to go inside and meet him?”


Dustin shrugged his shoulders. He was as ready as he was ever going to be to kick of this ghetto training.


DB: “Let’s do it, I’m ready to get this trip off on the right foot!”


AA: “Well just be yourself, and don’t do anything stupid and you’ll be just fine.”


The two got their bags out of the Cadillac’s trunk and began walking up to the front of the house. Beavs followed just behind Andre as they reached the front door. Aquarius turned the knob to see if the front door was unlocked, much to his annoyance, he was able to open the door and get right in. Andre slammed the front door after getting in the house and dropped his bags with a loud ‘thud’.


AA: BROWN, GANJ, WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THE FRONT DOOR UNLOCKED?”


A few seconds later, Beaver heard the creek of floorboards and then loud footsteps making their way towards them. A moment later, a very large black man probably in the 300 to 350 lbs. range and a shade or two darker than Aquarius, with a bald head and a full beard walked up to the two #beachkrew members as they were taking their shoes off.


Big Brown: “Damn nigga, I was expecting a bitch to come over soon. And who gives a shit if the door is unlocked? Muh fuckas know better than to fuck with anyone that lives in this house!”


Brown stared at Beavs like he was a freak of nature.


Brown: “Who the hell is this cracka?”


AA: “Nigga, watch who you’re…”


Dustin waived a hand and looked at Andre to let him know he was alright.


DB: “Yo man, I’m Dustin Beaver; I’m in #beachkrew with Andre, doing the wrestling shit.”


Brown leaned in and squinted at the Beavs for a moment before he stood upright once again.


Brown: “Oh yeah, I recognize you from the TV now! I thought you’d be a lot bigger in real life. At least you’re bigger than this little nigga over here, ha.”


Aquarius glared at Brown.


AA: “Motha fucka, you know I can still beat your ass in spite of our size difference!”


Brown raised his hands in front of his face.


Brown: “Chill, nigga, I know the deal. You know I can’t help but fuck with your light skinned ass.”


Andre pointed his finger at Brown.


AA: “And don’t you fucking forget it, but you need to tone down the bullshittin’ man, I ain’t in the mood for it.”


Brown: “Fine, only because you my favorite lightskin doe.”


Big Brown once again turned to face Dustin, pointing at him.


Brown: “So what’s the white boy doin’ here anyways?”


Beavs looked over at Prince Lightskin and could see that he was actually turning red with anger, even being slightly darker than white. Beaver jumped in with an answer before he had the chance to blow up.


DB: “I’m here because Andre and I have a match at a pay-per-view show this Sunday, we’re taking on a couple white dudes from California and we figured you guys could help us strategize for beating up Cali white boys.”


Brown grinned at Dustin and nodded.


Brown: “Hell yeah, nilla, you for sure came to the right place then. I enjoy nothing more than punching a couple crackas square in the mouf when they think they know somethin’. So what part of Cali are these two whiteys from?”


DB: “Los Angeles.”


Brown shook his head, looking disgusted.


Brown: “Always fucking LA white boys that think they can do some shit. Alright, so are these like bigger fuckin’ guys like me, or what?”


Aquarius answered this time.


AA: “Nah man, they’re like Beaver’s size and they’re both college bros.”


Brown stood in front of them with his arms crossed, silent for a moment.


Brown: “Alright well that’s not a fucking problem then, have they beaten a bunch of people’s asses before or what?”


DB: “Not really, they’ve only been around for a few weeks, so they don’t even have any real quality wins yet.”


Brown again stood like a statue before them. After an awkwardly long moment without a response, he finally uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips while looking down and shaking his head.


Brown: “Well shit fellas, I mean, we don’t have too much work to do but I suppose I can come up with something. Follow me.”


Big Brown led the two #beachkrew brothers through the living room where another black man, somewhere between Aquarius and Brown’s size and color, laid on the couch motionless watching old Warner Brother’s cartoons. Dustin looked at the man’s eyes and could tell that this guy was high as shit. Brown stood in front of the man for a moment before slapping him upside the head.


Ganj: “Ow! What was that for, man?”


The man finally brought his hand up to his head after quietly saying his exclamation and gently rubbed where Big Brown had smacked him.


Brown: “Ganj, get your ass of the couch, Andre and a cool white boy buddy of his are here. We’ve got some shit to show them about beating up Cali white boys now come the fuck on.”


Ganj slowly shook his head no. Dustin hadn't seen anything move that slow since he watched a nature documentary with a sloth in it.


Brown: “Bitch, come on. All you’re doing is laying here wasting away watching these bullshit cartoons. We have a real opportunity here to finally help Prince Lightskin out, you know, the guy that pays the largest share of the rent for this place even though he’s barely here. You wouldn’t have a place to live if your black ass wasn’t lucky enough to be his friend, now get your ass UP!”


Beavs looked over at Andre, thinking that he’d be smiling or at the very least smirking about his words of praise from Big Brown. But Aquarius stood there with his arms crossed, looking agitated about something that Beaver apparently wasn’t aware of. Dustin then looked back down at Ganj, who continued his silent protest of standing up.


Brown: “Fine Ganj, have if your way…I guess I won’t get that big ass bag of weed I was going to split between the two of us then…”


With the mention of the bag of weed, Ganj skyrocketed off the couch comically fast.


Ganj: “Did you say ‘weed’, nigga?!”


Brown nodded.


Brown: “I sure did, but first things first, we have to help Andre and his boy here get ready for a big ass match they have this coming weekend.”


Ganj slowly turned to his right and saw the angry looking Aquarius and currently silent Beavs standing there. Beaver waived at Ganj now that he finally had his attention. Ganj motioned at Dustin with his thumb.


Ganj: “Who the hell is this cracka?”


Aquarius had reached the limit, he charged Ganj, picking him up and body slamming him on to the couch.


AA: “THIS IS DUSTIN FUCKING BEAVER, YOU BAKED BITCH! HE’S IN #beachkrew WITH ME; DOING COOLER SHIT EVERY DAY THAN YOU’LL EVER DO IN YOUR LIFETIME! NOW GET YOUR BITCH ASS UP AND COME HELP US GET READY FOR THIS DAMN FIGHT!”


With that, Andre charged towards the back of the house without saying another word. A few moments later, the three men still standing in the living room heard a door slam and they all flinched in reaction to the noise. Brown helped Ganj off the couch once again and Beaver looked at the two men awkwardly for a second before breaking the silence.


DB: “I’ll go check on him if you guys don’t mind hangin’ out for a moment.”


Brown shrugged his shoulders as he continued to assist in helping Ganj stand up.


Brown: “Nah man, that’s cool. He’s obviously pissed off about somethin’. I’ll show ya where the back door is at.”


Dustin followed Brown and Ganj to the back door and the two college buddies of Aquarius stood at the back window while Beaver mustered up the courage to go outside.


DB: “Ok, I’ll go talk to him. If you guys wanna chill in front of this window, I’ll give you a thumbs up when it’s cool to come outside.”


Brown: “That works for us, nilla. Good luck out there.”


Beaver weakly smiled and then turned towards the door. He wasn’t sure what was up with Andre but he knew it wasn’t good whatever it was. Beavs held the door knob; he exhaled heavily before turning it and making his way outside. The backyard was surprisingly spacious and well maintained, considering that Dustin now knew the people that lived in the house. Aquarius was sitting on a plastic lawn chair at a table on a cement slab to the right of the door. He was staring off at what appeared to be nothing to Beaver as Beavs slowly walked over to him. Dustin hesitantly sat down at the other lawn chair placed near the table, directly across from Prince Lightskin. Beaver stared at Andre as Aquarius continued to stare towards the yard. Finally after what felt like a few minutes to Beaver but was probably more like 30 seconds, Andre spoke.


AA: “Do you see that mother fucker standing out there in my grass?”


Dustin slowly scanned the yard, but he didn’t see anyone standing in the yard or anything at all for that matter.


DB: “N-No, I don’t man. I don’t think anyone is out there right now.”


Aquarius continued to speak like Beavs had agreed with him.


AA: “Yeah man, it always feels like someone is trying to steal our territory. Like they think they can just swim into #beachkrew waters and swim with the big sharks. But you fucking know what, Beaver?”


Dustin cautiously shook his head no, but then realized that Andre wasn’t going to look at him so he vocalized his answer.


DB: “No, I don’t know bro.”


Prince Lightskin finally turned to face Beavs, a look bordering psychosis tinged his face.


AA: “No one is ever going to be able to swim with fucking #beachkrew man. Not the so-called Family, not Rebellution, sure as hell not the Pride. We’re going to win this match at Explosion and then we’re going to win those fucking Tag title belts because we’re the fucking best!”


Beaver frantically shook his head ‘yes’ in agreement with Aquarius’ sentiment.


DB: “Bruh, I totally hear what you’re saying and I 100% agree with you! I just don’t understand what happened back there with the hostility with your boys. Is something up?”


Andre looked down for a moment then returned his gaze to Beavs, looking a little worried.


AA: “What happens if we don’t win this match, nilla? I mean, what are we going to do after that? Keep getting booked by stupid ass Seth Lerch in the opening of every show, I’m better than that, Beaver! I’m too good for that shit man!”


Dustin had to hold back a laugh. Prince Lightskin was the last person that he thought would show concern heading into a match.


DB: “Andre, my niqqa, we’re in fucking #beachkrew, man. We’re GOING to find a way to beat a couple of fresh faced assholes at a pay-per-view. We’ve already been down this road before and dominated, they haven’t. Sure, they might be hungry because they’re new and have something to prove, especially with their endorsement from Supreme Fuccboi, Joey Flash, but you know what?”


Aquarius shook his head ‘no’, waiting at the edge of his seat for the response.


DB: “We’re going to plan, we’re going to strategize, and we’re going to discuss the best way of beating these douchebags and getting the title shot WE deserve. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let two assholes that have been here for a month come in here and ruin the momentum that we have fought so hard for. We’re constantly in the big matches, we both pick up wins at a feverish rate, and we’re just as hungry for success as ANY member of #beachkrew. What have they done, Andre? I’ll tell you what they’ve done, fucking nothing, they’ve won a singular six man tag match against the worst of the worst competition WSeaF has to offer, and they think they deserve something? No way bruh, they don’t deserve shit. When we beat them at Explosion it’s going to be because we’re the better wrestlers and we’ll show them they’ve got to put in a lot more fucking work until they’ll be able to beat real, quality wrestlers of our competitive nature.”


Prince Lightskin stared back at Beaver after his speech. He didn’t reply to Dustin’s words, but Beavs could tell that the fire was back there behind his eyes.


DB: “Now how about we get your boys out here and they show us some shit so we we’ll take it to these fuck sticks even harder than we were going to before?”


Aquarius looked back towards the window of the house, where Brown and Ganj still watched the conversation intently. They both ducked down in response to seeing Andre turn towards them. He then turned back towards Beaver.


AA: “Yeah, I’m fucking ready, Dusty.”


Beaver smiled and turned towards the window, giving them the thumbs up.
 Beavs heard some commotion, he then saw Brown pushing Ganj out the back door towards the yard. Aquarius and Dustin stood up at the same time, making their way over to Andre’s roommates. Eventually, the four were all gathered in one spot, Brown cleared his throat before he began to speak.


Brown: “Aight, so I know that everyone here, minus Ganj, has been in a fight at some point in their life.”


Ganj: “Hey!”


Brown turned menacingly towards Ganj.


Brown: “Shut your mouth, fool!”


Ganj looked sheepishly towards the ground.


Ganj: “Ok.”


Brown once again addressed the two #beachkrew wrestlers.


Brown: “Now as we know, different people fight different ways.”


Brown hit his chest with his fist.


Brown: “This is where asking a big black bad ass, such as me, is a great benefit when it comes to fighting Cali white guys.”


Brown began pacing back and forth, like a military officer giving a speech to his men.


Brown: “You see I’ve fought every type of white person in Cali. Big bikers, surfer dudes, yuppie hipsters, technophiles, and ESPECIALLY college bros, those are what we’re dealing with this time, correct?”


AA: “Yeah Big, we already told ya that man, get on with this shit.”


Brown stopped his pacing and got a little more serious.


Brown: “Um yeah anyways, so what I’ve noticed in my experience, certain groups will fight certain ways. The big bikers throw haymakers straight out the shoot, the hipsters will try to slap box, but look like major pussies doing it.”


Brown paused for a moment.


Brown: “Do you know if either of these crackas has athletic experience, in particular, wrestling?”


Beaver nodded his head ‘yes’.


DB: “Yeah, the one guy has trained in wrestling in some form or another most of his life.”


Brown smiled and rubbed his hands together.


Brown: “Perfect. Yo Ganj!”


Brown looked around for a moment trying to spot his roommate before he located him, sitting on the ground some distance away. It appeared that Ganj was playing with an insect in his hand.


Brown: “Damn it, Ganj, get your black ass off the ground and get over here so I can show these guys somethin’!”


Ganj slowly scrambled to his feet and bounded over to the group that waited impatiently for him.


Ganj: “Yeah?”


Brown shook his head.


Brown: “Just stand there and face me for a second, damn it… Now these college white boys, for whatever reason, might throw one or two strikes to start a fight. But generally, they will go for a takedown very quickly, ESPECIALLY if they have wrestling experience.”


Brown motioned with his hands for Ganj to make a move towards him.


Brown: “Now try to tackle me, Ganj.”


Ganj performed a weak takedown attempt that made all three other men roll their eyes. However, it worked for the demonstration as Brown held him in place.


Brown: “Now since you’ll be expecting the takedown, you can stuff it and give yourself all sorts of options…”


Brown cupped his hands behind Ganj’s head and began to deliver knees to his face and body.


Ganj: “Ow, mother fucker! That’s too hard!”


Brown: “You can throw some knees like that; always effective and you can change up head and body to inflict damage to both.”


Brown then kept his left hand cupped behind Ganj’s head and began throwing uppercuts with the right.


Ganj: “Ouch, take a little bit off of those, you dick!”


Brown: “There’s always hitting them with uppercuts while you hold them in place. This will be harder to control because of only being able to use your one arm to hold them, but these can be devastating if you can land a punch on the jaw.”


Brown then quickly hooked his right arm under Ganj’s neck, putting the man in a standing guillotine. Ganj tried to scream, but it just came out as a gurgling noise.


Brown: “Then there’s always the old guillotine choke like this, make sure you really get that arm on their neck to apply the full pressure.”


Brown applied a little more power to the choke, making Ganj flail his arms all around. While Ganj was still flailing, Brown released the hold and grabbed Ganj around the waist and picked him up quickly, holding him above his head momentarily.


Ganj: “Noooooo!”


Brown then delivered a devastating powerbomb to the resident stoner, knocking him out cold in the grass. Beaver and Aquarius both jumped back a little at the violence of the impact.


Brown: “And then if you guys have the strength, you can deliver that move to really lay them out. Make sure you set it up a little bit first with those other moves; otherwise they may see it coming and be able to counter your ass.”


The two #beachkrew brothers stared at the fallen roommate, who still laid there motionless on the ground. Beavs pointed to him.


DB: “Is he going to be alright?”


Brown looked down to the knocked out Ganj.


Brown: “Ganj? Yeah he’ll be fine; he gets beat up all the time. I’ll buy him some weed later and he’ll forget this even happened.”


DB: “Well yeah, he might have a concussion. We should probably take him to the hospital or somethin’ don’t ya think?”


Andre tapped Dustin on the shoulder and gave him a signal to quit talking. Brown chuckled.


Brown: “Damn man, you really are white.”


Brown motioned with an open hand to his comrade that still lay in the grass.


Brown: “Does it look like he’s shot or stabbed to you? Is he bleeding out?”


DB: “Well no.”


Brown: “Is he still breathing?”


Beaver looked down and could see that there was chest rise and fall from the still fallen Ganj.


DB: “Yeah, looks like he is.”


Brown threw his arms up in an over exaggerated shrug.


Brown: “Well then what’s the problem, nilla? We don’t have time to be pansies in these hardcore ass streets man. If life throws you a bad punch and you get knocked out, then if you’re not dyin’, you need to get the fuck up and get back in the fight. That’s just the way shit works around here. I’m sure those punk ass white boys will be lookin’ to knock you out, are you just gonna lay down like a bitch if they get one good shot on ya?”


Beavs rubbed his chin as he thought. These hood people sure Beavlieved in their toughness, maybe that’s something that Dustin was lacking. He had the charisma to keep his Beavlievers growing in number week after week, he had the speed to pull off impressive maneuvers on the speediest competitors, like Teo Del Sol, he had the strength to lift even big men and deliver the Beaver-to-Belly, like he did on Vengeance not too long ago. But Beaver’s toughness was something that really hadn’t been challenged much since he joined the WSeaF seven months ago. He was willing to vow then and there that this would be the match where he would showcase that toughness, prove that he was willing to never give up when something big, like a Tag team title opportunity, was on the line.


DB: “You’re right, Big Brown, I’m going to have to get the fuck up and be willing to fight on. Life doesn’t take a break for you just because you’re thrown some shit, it makes you soldier on and either you sink or you swim. I’m in fucking #beachkrew, I’m going to swim even if it takes everything I have to stay afloat. There’s too much on the line in this particular match to just let a couple of punks get the jump on me because they’re fresh and need to prove they belong with the best. Andre and I are the best young and rising tag team in this whole organization, this match is a showcase for OUR talent to shine and show just why WE will be the next tag team champions, no matter what the Pride manage to throw at us!”


Just then, Ganj opened his eyes and groaned in pain.


Ganj: “Motha…fucka…how long was…I out for?”


Brown began to clap.


Brown: “Just for about five or ten minutes, bruh. You came to way faster than last time!”


Ganj slowly rolled to his side, still trying to get his bearings.


Ganj: “Ugh, well I feel like absolute… shit now, so thanks for that, ass…hole.”


Brown smirked and then winked at Beaver.


Brown: “Come on, man, are you going to live or not?”


Ganj: “…well yeah, no shit, but I feel like fucking garbo.”


Just then ‘Because I Got High’ by Afroman began to play, and Brown pulled his cell phone out of his shorts pocket.


Brown: “You here?... Good you got my shit?...Good! I’ll be at the door in two minutes.”


Brown pushed a button on his phone and returned it to his pocket.


Brown: “Gaaaaaanj, guess what’s here?!”


Ganj continued to writhe on the ground in pain.


Ganj: “I dunno, some hood rat for you to bang out?”


Brown laughed.


Brown: “Nah man, weed is here, get yo ass up!”


At the sound of Mary Jane being there, Ganj stood up like a shot, no longer looking in pain whatsoever.


Ganj: “Fuck yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about!”


Brown chuckled and shook his head.


Brown: “You’re one ridiculous muh fucka, you know that? Come on, follow me.”


With that, the two went back into the house as Dustin and Andre shook their heads in disbelief at the display.


AA: “Sorry if I forgot to mention I live with a couple of crazy assholes before I brought you out there. They can be a fucking handful sometime.”


Beavs laughed.


DB: “Nah man, they seem pretty cool. And I think they taught me a pretty important lesson. Our opponents are going to fucking bring it. Let’s face it, they’re new, they’re trying to establish a group, they still need that first REALLY big win. We’re the ones with the targets on our back. We’ve been around longer, we’re both established, and they can dig up more dirt on us and analyze our strengths and weaknesses better. But that veteran toughness, that resiliency against just rolling over and admitting defeat is something we have in this match over them. It’s not something I’m used to having the advantage on in my competition, but I’m ready to take the role and fucking run with it.”


Aquarius nodded with more determination then Beaver had seen from him at any point recently.


AA: “Hell yeah, my nilla. This shit is ours I can fucking feel it. I’m not going to look past these white skins that we’re going to obliterate this weekend at the United Center in Chicago…”


Andre looked at Dustin with pure confidence.


AA: “But we’re going to be the next Tag team champions, Dusty. #beachkrew deserves those titles, we’re the best group in WSeaF and we’re going to take those belts that prove that.”


Beaver put his hand on Prince Lightskin’s broad for his size shoulder.


DB: “Fuckin’ right we are, bro. We’re going to make everyone Beavlieve in us.”


AA: “Well let’s go back inside so I can smoke some of that weed before they smoke themselves completely retarded.”


DB: “Ha you got it, future champ!”


Beavs and Aquarius made their way back inside the house to find that Big Brown and Ganj had already passed out from smoking green, the large bong still sitting on the floor in between them. Beaver laughed at the scene as he thought about the lesson he had received that day.


DB: “Well, I’m sure they’ll be up later. They’ll live to smoke another day!”


Andre laughed as he grabbed the bong and took a hit.


AA: “Oh shit, that’s some good shit, man… you wanna hit this?”


Beaver shook his head ‘no’.


DB: “Nah man, I was hoping you’d let me drive your whip so I could go get us some food though, I’m fucking starving.”


Prince Lightskin slowly shook his head ‘yes’ as he started coughing.


Monday March 21st, 7:15 pm

Andre directed Beavs to drive to a local BBQ place down the street that he really enjoyed. They arrived and the home town crowd shouted their greetings at Andre, several inquiring as to who the white guy was with him. Aquarius was a little defensive of his #TeamBlackBeaver partner at first, but once Beaver managed to speak for himself and build a rapport with the locals, Prince Lightskin seemed to back off a little bit. Dustin was really settling into his new surroundings well, the nervousness that he had felt upon first arriving in South Berkeley was now gone and replace by a sense of sureness. Thanks to Big Brown and Ganj, he knew what it took to make it in a situation like the one he found himself in and he now had an extra edge for his match against the Pride that they wouldn’t be able to use against him. After a couple hours, and several plates of ribs later, Beaver and Aquarius said their good byes to the crowd that now surrounded them and headed back to Prince Lightskin’s palace. Beavs snickered as he recalled his and Aquarius' trip to the castle, Casa Loma, when they were in Toronto. It was obvious then to Dustin that Andre had big dreams and that he was willing to work hard to achieve what he knew he deserved. Now here they were again, this time however, much more was on the line than bragging rights. Beaver pulled the pink Cadillac in front of the house and parked. The two exited the vehicle and started to make their way towards the front door. But before going in, Beavs felt like he had something to get off his chest. Dustin pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it out towards Aquarius.

DB: "Yo bruh, mind shooting a quick promo for me?"

Prince Lightskin smiled and grabbed the phone out of Beaver's hand. He pressed the appropriate buttons and held the phone up until he got the right camera angle.

AA: "Whenever you're ready, my nilla!"

Beavs exhaled and began.

DB: "Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies, Easter Sunday March 27th at the United Center in Chicago, Illinois, you will witness your favorite tag team, #TeamBlackBeaver, become the number one contenders for the Tag Team titles. After we destroy the Pride and send them back to whatever community college they came from, #TBB will move on to face Rebellution where we will inevitably annihilate them as well and win that gold that #bk more than deserves. But before we get to far ahead of ourselves, this week is all about Pride. Eddie Felt and Ethan King, they haven't been charged with facing a more difficult task in their entire lives than beating #TBB at Explosion. My brother, Prince Lightskin, and I are more than willing to show them what a real challenge is like. We're going to take them past the limits of what they think an ass beating can be. And if they decide that they want to bring it? Well, let's just say that Andre and I will be more than ready. #TBB is not about to let some half rate, sorry fucking excuse for a faction take down a part of what is the most dominant entity in wrestling today. #beachkrew is here to fucking stay, whether the WSeaF galaxy likes it or not. #bk is going to keep throwing that long dick into ya because we on that shit that be given you the headaches. #TBB will be getting our arms raised in victory at Explosion, you can BEAVLIEVE THAT!"