#WadingBackToMoor Part 1: The Everglades

[Dustin Beaver]

Sunday March 27th, 8:50 pm


The scene opens with Dustin Beaver and Andre Aquarius celebrating with their arms rose in victory, pointing and taunting at The Pride wrestlers, Eddie Felt and Ethan King, as they walked away from the ring at Explosion in Chicago, Illinois. It had been a harder fought match than Beavs had hoped for with The Pride proving to be formidable opposition, but #BlackBeaver had gotten the job done. With their count out victory in the tag match, #BlackBeaver had become the number one contenders for the WSeaF Tag titles. A smiling Beaver looked over at Aquarius and slapped him on the shoulder. Andre turned to face Dustin, an equally wide smile across his face. Beavs held up his index finger, indicating that they had one match to go to once again claim the gold that he still Beavlieved rightfully belonged to #beachkrew. Aquarius shook his head up and down, Beaver didn’t even have to say what he meant by the one finger held up, Prince Lightskin was well aware of the situation they had just placed themselves in. After another moment of their celebrating and receiving largely ‘boos’ from the WSeaF Galaxy, Dustin and Andre rolled out of the ring and made their way to the back. Upon reaching the #beachkrew locker room, Aquarius flung the door open and the duo was received with cheers and praise from their teammates.


6ix God Jared Holmes: “Gentlemen! Now that is how you properly kickoff a fucking #beachkrew evening at a pay-per-view! One win down, four to go, we’re going to fucking do this tonight boys and girls, #BlackBeaver has showed us the way!”


After a few more cheers from the room, Beavs looked around and spotted the man that he wanted to speak to. Wade Moor was huddled in a corner, likely mentally preparing himself for his World title match against Joey Flash later that evening. Dustin strolled over to him but didn’t say anything, as he didn’t want to break the Leviathan’s concentration. However, before Beaver could find the appropriate time to speak, Godnilla spoke first.


Wade Moor: “Dusty, great win against The Pride. You’ve put yourself one step closer to once again holding gold and bringing our family one step closer to once again becoming the great powerhouse that we know we should be.”


A smirk crept across Beavs’ face. He enjoyed the praise from the man he considered his big brother just as much as winning the match itself.


Dustin Beaver: “Thanks Wade, I just went out there and did what any member of #beachkrew would do. We win; it’s just what we fucking do!”


Moor chuckled.


WM: “That we do, that we do. It was good to start off on a high note for us though; we’ve got some tough match-ups tonight. That #BlackBeaver spark may have been what we needed to get everyone ready to go out there and dominate.”


Dustin’s face morphed into one of sheer determination.


DB: “You’re going to beat Joey Flash tonight. I Beavlieve it more than anything than I ever have in my entire life. And once you do that, you’ll be Whirlpool champ again and then once Andre and I win back #beachkrew’s tag titles, we’ll be able to party with gold together. It will be just like the good ol’ days, man!”


Godnilla laughed.


WM: “Well don’t get too far ahead of yourself there, Dusty. We both still have a lot of work to do tonight before that happens.”


Beavs nodded. He knew Wade was right; it wasn’t going to be as easy as Beaver had made it sound, but he had full confidence in everyone in #beachkrew’s abilities after #BlackBeaver had done what they needed to.


Sunday March 27th, 9:50 pm


#beachkrew sat in their locker room and their cheering roared through the arena, as they first watched the 6ix God defeat Benjamin Atreyu in the first Trilogy Cup Tournament semifinal match. Their celebrating became even more raucous when in the very next match; Kyle Kemp defeated Chance von Crank in the second semifinal match, making it an all #beachkrew Trilogy Cup Tournament final. Their celebrating reached full arena shaking status when they watched Johnny Rabid decimate the once thought unbeatable, Dune. With Rabid’s incredible victory, there was only one match left to give #beachkrew a clean sweep at their second straight pay-per-view. It would also put the Whirlpool title back around Wade Moor’s waist, giving #beachkrew the claim that they were undeniably the best in the business. Everyone shouted their words of encouragement to Godnilla as he left the room to face his destiny. Dustin found his eyes glued to #beachkrew’s television screen in their room, oblivious to anything else that was happening around him. Once Godnilla appeared on camera, Beaver looked at Wade’s eyes. Beavs could see his resolve; he could feel that Moor had this match in the bag. Once the match got into full swing, #beachkrew reacted to every big move and near-fall; no one took their eyes off the screen in front of them for even a second. And then just like that, the room became completely silent once the Leviathan was hit with the third Lightning Bolt of the match and pinned by Flash, as Joey retained the title. Dustin stood there with his hands on his head, still staring at the TV and waiting for the result he knew should have happened.


6ix God: “FUCK!”


After making everyone in the room jump with his exclamation, Holmes threw a chair at the wall and angrily stomped out of the room, slamming the door on his way out. As the others continued to sit there and reflect on what had just happened, Beaver followed 6ix God out of the room but as Holmes walked away from the ring, Beavs walked towards it. Joey Flash passed by Dustin, dismissing him with some stupid sound and nod of his head as he did so. A few moments later, Wade came slowly stumbling down the hallway, looking the most defeated Beaver had ever seen him. Godnilla looked up from the ground to see Beavs looking at him, eagerly waiting to hear him say something, anything.


WM: “Dusty, I… I let everyone down. I’m sorry.”


Dustin looked at the ground. This wasn’t the Wade Moor he knew. Beaver was supposed to be the one fucking up all the time and then the Leviathan would come at him with his words of inspiration and Dusty would hear him and go on a tear for a while until the cycle repeated. Even though it was going to feel strange for him, Beavs knew it was his time to provide the words of encouragement.


DB: “No... no Wade, you didn’t let anyone down. You looked fucking awesome tonight and showed everyone what #beachkrew is all about. Flash got a bullshit win, and you gave him yet another fucking beating that keeps getting him closer and closer to retirement. You’ll get there again soon, Godnilla, I Beavlieve in you just as much as I Beavlieve in myself!”


Moor stared at Beaver for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.


WM: “As much as I appreciate what you’re saying to me, Dusty, I just don’t know where I go from here. I…”


Wade trailed off as he seemed to slip into a state of deep thought. In a move that brought the role reversal full circle, Beavs walked over to the Leviathan and put his hand on this shoulder.


DB: “We’re gonna figure this shit out together, man. That’s what brothers do, they help pick each other up after we’ve fallen down so we can move on and continue forward.”


To Dustin’s chagrin, Moor just walked away from his hand without affirming Beaver’s mini motivational speech.


WM: “Yeah, something will be done. Listen Dusty, I need to get out of here. I’ve got something I need to take care of on my own.”


Godnilla then turned back to Beaver, staring at him with a fire in his eyes that Beavs had not seen before.


WM: “You promise me though Dusty, that no matter what, you win those tag title belts and that #beachkrew continues to own this fucking place.”


Dustin slowly nodded.


DB: “Well yeah of course, there’s no one that can fucking stop us.”


Wade then put his hand on Beaver’s shoulder, making the situation seem more familiar to Beavs.


WM: “I’ll see you again, brother.”


With that, the Leviathan removed his hand from Beavs’ shoulder and walked on down the hallway. He passed right by the #beachkrew locker room and walked out of the exit door, leaving the building. Dustin could only continue to stand there and try to figure out what had just happened. Beaver walked back to the #beachkrew locker room where everyone immediately turned to face him, as they likely awaited Moor’s return.


Andre Aquarius: “Yo nilla, where the hell Wade at?”


Beavs stared back at his tag team partner, a dumbfounded look on his face.


DB: “I…I dunno, man. He just said a couple things to me and then he left. He’s gone.”


Aquarius gave him a quizzical look.


AA: “The fuck you mean he’s gone?! Why the hell wouldn’t he come back here so we can discuss what’s going on next?!”


Dustin shrugged.


DB: “I have no idea, Andre. But he’s sure as hell not even in this building anymore, so there’s that.”


AA: “Well fuck! I guess we just get the hell out of here too then. Yo Kemp, let’s go see some of these hot spots you know in this city!”


As the rest of #beachkrew left the locker room, Beaver continued to stand in the room by himself. Why had Wade made him make that promise to keep #beachkrew going in the right direction? He made it sound like he wasn’t going to be there to help them keep on going. Dustin couldn’t imagine a #beachkrew without Godnilla, he was Beavs’ man to look to as the example of what a true wrestler, and a champion should be. He had been there for Beaver at his lowest point, when he had lost the SeaV title, and motivated him to get off his ass and move on. And now here Dustin was one match away from holding gold once again, under the watchful eye of Moor. This couldn’t be the end, Beavs walked over to his bag and rifled through his belongings until he found his phone. Beaver found his past texts with Wade and thought for a second before typing a new one.


DB Text: “Yo Wade, not exactly sure why you made me make that promise, but we’ll get through this shit together, my nilla. Stay strong bro, and I’ll see ya soon! Text me tomorrow sometime so we can get together before I head back to Toronto and get lunch or some shit.”


Dustin hit the send button and watched to make sure the text was sent successfully. After confirming the message being sent, he returned the phone to his bag; made sure he had all of his other belongings. Aquarius popped his head back in the room as Beaver was finishing gathering his things.


AA: "Yo man, we're rollin' out you comin'?


DB: "No thanks, bruh, I have some shit I need to do."


Andre shrugged.


AA: "Suit yourself, my man. Great job tonight doe."


Aquarius backed out of the room once again. After a few minutes, Beavs left the United Center in Chicago by himself; he didn’t see any reason to try to celebrate with the others.


Monday March 28th, 11:55 pm


Dustin Beaver sat on his couch in his living room on the outskirts of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He had been switching off between channel surfing and looking at the clock for the last few hours. He still had not received a reply back from Godnilla regarding the text he had sent Moor the previous day. As the clock went past midnight, Dustin looked at his phone and sighed as he saw no new messages. Beaver had texted all the other members of #beachkrew to ask if they had heard from Wade, and every single one of them had replied that they hadn’t. His attention then turned to the Hooters commercial that came on TV. It wasn’t so much the giant tits of the girls in the commercial but more of the creep ass owl mascot that made him take notice. Beaver then looked out his window that had the curtains drawn and saw pitch black nothingness. Beavs shivered at the thought of owls in the night, and then like a key turning a lock, Dustin recalled the house from his dream. Not only was that cabin, with the mysterious laughing person that wouldn’t save him from the gun toting Owl Man, in his dream but it was the same cabin that Wade, Johnny Rabid and himself had visited in the Everglades before facing the Sentinels. Beavs knew that the Leviathan was from that area and that that cabin was of great importance to Moor. Beaver wouldn’t be surprised if Godnilla had made his way back down there to regroup. At the worst, it was a good place to start to look for clues as to where Wade could have disappeared to.


Tuesday March 29th, 3:30 pm


Beaver arrived at the Miami International Airport. He picked up his bag and headed for the car rental service where he had already ordered his car ahead of time. Dustin received his keys and headed outside. It seemed like just yesterday that he was here with Moor and Rabid. What seemed very strange to Beavs was that even though he wasn’t the one that had driven to the location where the cabin was, he still remembered how to get there even with its remoteness. Beaver threw his bag into the car and began the journey. He was happy that he was going to reach his destination during the day time, as it seemed a lot less creepy to him to visit the place when he could actually see everything happening around him. Dustin drove for about an hour, and like magic, reached the same exact clearing that he remembered from the first time he had been there. Even with all of the twists and turns it had taken for him to get there, he had found the place with no issues like a hand was guiding the steering wheel to take him there. Beavs stepped out of the car and stretched as he took a look around. It didn’t look like anyone had been there since the #beachkrew trio was last there, and there were nothing but the sights and sounds of nature all around him for miles. Beaver sighed deeply and began the walk through the swamp to reach the building he was hoping he would never have to see again. After a 15-20 minute trek through the swamp, the ominous wood logs of the cabin came into view. Dustin took a look around before making his approach. He didn’t see any giant Owl Men meandering about, so he decided that now was as good of a time as any to see if someone would open the door to this place for him this time. Beavs tried to peer in the window once he reached the front, but all he saw was black, even with it being day time. Just before he pounded on the door, Beaver thought about how no one knew that he was out there. He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that his Verizon 4G service was still kicking some major ass. Dustin brought up YouTube and then activated the live streaming for the #beachkrew channel and began to speak.


DB: “Hey there Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies, right now I’m on a special mission that I don’t currently want to disclose too many of the details of! But if you don’t hear anything from me anytime soon, know that I’m in the Florida Everglades, Johnny Rabid, he knows exactly what spot I’m talking about; make sure someone relays that to him. Alright gang, I don’t want to keep this thing on too long and drain my battery, plus I might be about to see some crazy shit so that’s all for now. If I don’t report back to you guys within 24 hours, make sure someone tells Rabid about this and send in the fucking cavalry to rescue me. This is Dustin Beaver, the Supreme Beavliever, the Great Beaver, signing off for now, peace y’all!”


Beavs turned off the live feed and closed YouTube returning the phone to his pocket. He then took one last deep breath and began to pound on the door. There was no easing into the door knocking for Dustin this time, he wanted whoever was inside to fucking KNOW he was there. Just like in his dream, no one answered the door but fortunately, there was no scary laughter accompanying the experience. Beaver waited another second before he tried to yell to get the attention of someone who might be inside.


DB: “Hey! This is Dustin Beaver; I’m a good friend of Wade Moor! I know you know who that is, I just want to talk, please open the door!”


Silence was all Beavs heard from inside of the cabin. Dustin was now angry and he started hammering the door with both fists.


DB: “I know there’s someone in there! Open the fucking door now, I’m looking for Wade!”


Beaver was at his limit and he gave the door a swift side kick and just like it had been open the whole time, the door creaked open. He hesitated for just a moment before he pushed the door the rest of the way open. Once inside, Dustin took a quick look around as there wasn’t much to look at anyways. A flickering candle sat on a table to the right of him, while a kitchen was over to the left and a short hallway in front. Beavs began to cautiously step towards the hallway, when a voice behind him and to the right made him jump almost to the ceiling.


Voice: “I wouldn’t go any further if I were you, there’s nothing but bad memories and broken dreams down that hallway.”


Beaver quickly turned around and saw that an older woman now sat at the far end of the table, away from the front door.


DB: “Whoa, what the fuck lady! Where the hell did you come from? Who are you?!”


The old woman continued to talk in an even, smooth voice, not changing expressions.


Old Woman: “I see that you have many questions for me, if you would be so kind as to take a seat in the chair across from me, I will do my best to answer your questions.”


Dustin stood there for a moment, wondering whether he should trust the mysterious stranger. After a minute or so of juggling it around in his mind, Beavs finally took a seat across from the woman.


Old Woman: “Good choice, young man. Now, what is your first question?”


Beaver stared at the old woman for a minute, trying to get a read on who this woman was or why she was acting the way she did.


DB: “Ok well I guess my first question is who the hell are you?”


The woman’s stone-faced expression continued.


Old Woman: “Oh child, I’m just an old lady that has lived in this here swamp for years. There’s really nothing remarkable about who I am.”


The first answer already had Dustin feeling frustrated with the whole situation.


DB: “Fine, next question then. Do you know Wade Moor?”


Beavs noticed that the corner of the woman’s mouth curled ever so slightly, like she was hiding a smile.


Old Woman: “Yes, I most certainly do. You could say I’ve known him all his life.”


Beaver was happy he was finally making some progress; he continued asking his collection of questions. He decided to go with the most important question right then.


DB: “Do you know where Wade is at?!”


The woman paused momentarily before replying.


Old Woman: “I do not, but I may be able to help you…Dusty.”


Beavs’ eyes went wide. How the hell did this woman know who he was?! Before he had the chance to ask, the woman continued to talk.


Old Woman: “Oh yes, I know all about you Mr. Beaver. You’re introduction to WCF, the SeaV title reign, the subsequent joining of #beachkrew, your familial type relationship with your faction partners, including your brotherly relationship to Wade...”


Dustin interrupted.


DB: “How the hell do you know all of this about me? I’ve never seen you before in my life!”


This time a smile spread across the face of the old woman.


Old Woman: “Oh I’ve seen you, I saw you pounding on my door when the Owl Man chased you up to it. All I could do then was laugh at how you sounded. You were so scared, like a little baby!”


Beavs’ face turned white as all of the blood quickly drained from it. How did this fucking person know about his dream with the Owl Man? It was a fucking dream!


DB: “How the fuck did you know about my dream?! Tell me right now lady, or you’re gonna taste a Beaver-to-Belly right through this damn table!”


The Old Woman laughed.


Old Woman: “You’re such a scared boy! Just like you were before you faced those boys in The Pride a couple nights ago!”


Dustin was hot; he could now feel that his face was red with anger. Who the fuck was this woman to call him scared?!


DB: “Listen lady, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but Dustin fucking Beaver isn’t scared of anything! And in case you missed my match against The Pride, Andre and I fucking BEAT them!”


The woman narrowed her gaze, staring into Beavs’ eyes.


Old Woman: “But did you really beat them? I would say you escaped them, more than you beat them.”


Dustin had had it.


DB: “Well guess what lady?! The next time I face them in a match, Eddie Touched and Ethan Queen won’t be able to walk out of the ring on their own power because I’m going to BEAT them so fucking badly that they’ll have to crawl out of that damn ring! And their blood will be on your hands for trying to piss me off so damn much about it!”


Beaver then remembered his reason for being there and quickly steered the conversation back to where he wanted it to go.


DB: “You said you could help me find Wade, how the hell are you going to do that? With your magical powers of not being able to tell who won a wrestling match?”


The Old Woman frowned; she apparently had not enjoyed Dustin’s comment.


Old Woman: “Well if you’re going to be rude about it, maybe I won’t tell you what I was going to.”


Beavs’ touchy anger continued.


DB: “This is your last chance, if you don’t tell me what you know about how I can find Wade, I’m going to not only Beaver-to-Belly you through this fucking table in front of me, I’m going to take your old ass broken body out to the swamp and throw you in while I watch and laugh.”


The Old Woman’s smile returned to her face.


Old Woman: “I can see why Wade likes you so much, he’s always been a fan of the violence…I can assure you of that. And I think you were right in coming here, where it all began. That in fact is the clue I have for you, start where it all began. When did your relationship with #beachkrew and Wade really begin? You figure that out, you should be one step closer to finding him.”


Dustin stood up.


DB: “When did it really begin, huh? I’ll have to think about it, but I guess that’s better than nothing. Alright, well I’m getting the hell out of here then. I would say it was nice to meet you but well, quite frankly you really pissed me off for a while. Thanks for the clue though, I hope for your sake it pans out and I don’t have to make a return trip.”


The Old Woman continued sitting, smiling at Beaver’s threats of harm towards her.


Old Woman: “He’s really done a great job of molding you into a real force. And don’t forget about what you told me you’d do to the Pride boys, I have a feeling you’ll be facing them sooner than you think!”


Beavs scoffed.


DB: “Good, I need some fuccbois to take my frustrations out on. Who better than a couple of assholes I already know how to take out?!”


The Old Woman then finally stood.


Old Woman: “Until next time, Mr. Beaver, good luck in your journey.”


DB: “Yeah, cool.”


Dustin turned and walked towards the door. Just before turning the knob to leave, he thought of something else to ask the Old Woman. But as he turned around again, the woman had vanished, seemingly into thin air. Beavs was slightly rattled by this, but he knew that his visit to this place was over and he was ready to get the hell out of there. Beaver was used to crazy shit happening with characters like Johnny Rabid around, so nothing truly surprised him anymore. He opened the door and slammed it behind him. He then pulled his phone out once again and brought up the #beachkrew live YouTube feed.


DB: “Hey again Beavlievers and #beachkrew groupies, I had a… interesting experience just now. I’m fine and I have a lead as to where to go next for my mission of great importance…I have a feeling that even though my next match is still almost two weeks away, #BlackBeaver will be facing The Pride, Eddie Felt and Ethan King once again. If that is the case, be prepared fuccbois. You don’t think the power of Beavlieving gets shit done, huh? Well guess what? No matter how you look at it, #BlackBeaver walked out of Explosion as the number one contenders for the tag titles, while you two douchebags walked out as losers!”


Beavs slightly repositioned his phone, bringing the camera closer to his face as he continued to mean mug it.


DB: “If we do have another match, quite frankly, I don’t care if #BlackBeaver wins or not. What I DO care about is the fact that we are going to knock you the fuck around so badly that it will send a message to the rest of the WSeaF that #BlackBeaver and #beachkrew are the last mother fuckers someone in this federation wants to mess with! At this super special 350th edition of Slam from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, there will be nothing special about the ass kicking that Andre Aquarius and myself hand to The Pack, excuse me…Pride. We will whip you at our leisure and then I will continue an important mission that I have set out for myself. This mission further fuels my need to wreck every pussy that thinks he can stand in the Great Beaver’s way. I will complete my mission; I will find the man I’m searching for. #beachkrew needs him, hell, the whole WSeaF needs him! #BlackBeaver will beat the Pride once again and then we WILL win those tag titles and bring them back to #beachkrew where they belong. You can BEAVLIEVE THAT!”