Some Things Are More Important

[Dustin Beaver]

Sunday May 1st, 7:15 pm


The scene opens with Dustin Beaver walking triumphantly down the ramp next to his Team BOA partners after their successful debut as a team in the opening match of Slam. Beavs looked to his left and his right and to his surprise, many people were cheering him on and a small group even started shouting ‘we Beavlieve!’ in unison for a moment. Dustin smiled and raised his arms, which received even more applause from the WSeaF Galaxy. This reaction was a welcome change for Beaver, as he was used to receiving a chorus of ‘boos’ from the audience whenever he was victorious. Beavs looked over at Occulo, who was also soaking in the scene around him. When their eyes met, Occulo pointed with both hands toward each side of the arena, making sure that Dustin was realizing what was happening. Beaver laughed and threw his arms up into an exaggerated shrug. The three continued celebrating for a short moment before making their way behind the curtain and into the locker room area. The trio decided that sharing a locker room would help with team cohesion, so they had made sure to reserve a ‘Team BOA’ room before their match that evening. Once inside the room, Benjamin Atreyu went and crashed down next to his gear, the cerebral warrior physically drained from the action that had just taken place. Occulo slowly and calmly rummaged through his gear, eventually finding his phone. He flipped through it, as Beavs walked over to their TV they had in the room and turned it on. Ever since he had started in the WSeaF, Dustin had liked to watch all of the matches on the card. In many ways, he still felt like that brand new rookie who was trying to soak in everything he could about what wrestling was about and who these other wrestlers were and what they were capable of. It was a trait that had served Beaver well up to this point in his career, and he wasn’t about to stop the practice now. Occulo eventually stopped going through his phone and began paying attention to the screen once the next match had begun. Beavs turned to look over his shoulder, hoping to see Atreyu walking over to join them, but Benjamin was not budging.


Dustin Beaver: “Yo Brilliant Benjy, how about you come over here and join us? We all need to see the competition we are going to potentially face.”


Atreyu shot Dustin a displeased glance.


Benjamin Atreyu: “No thank you…Dusty. And please don’t call me, Benjy, I’m not a fan.”


Beaver shrugged his shoulders.


DB: “Suit yourself I suppose. I guess that just means that Occulo and I will be the ones carrying this team because we’ll know what to expect.”


Benjamin condescendingly laughed at Beavs’ statement.


BA: “Son, I’ve battled with EVERYONE here since before you were even a thought in the WCF. I’m the one carrying this team with the veteran leadership… BEAVLIEVE that.”


The mocking words to end Atreyu’s sentence pissed Dustin off.


DB: “Whatever old man, like I said, keep your ass back there then and Occulo and I will do the work.”


Benjamin quickly stood up and walked part way across the room. Beaver turned around and stepped towards him, cutting off his path.


BA: “You better watch your mouth, Beaver, or I’ll be kicking another ass tonight.”


Beavs brought his hands up and motioned for Atreyu to come at him.


DB: “Well then bring it, let’s see what you got left in the tank, asshole!”


Just then, Occulo swiftly postioned himself between the two wrestlers and pushed them away from each other to separate them.


Occulo: “Boys, this isn’t the time or the place. Dustin, you come over here with me and watch the action. Benjamin, you go back to sitting down and relaxing and everyone cools the fuck off, ok?”


Atreyu huffed then turned around and returned to where he was sitting.


DB: “Fine with me.”


Beaver then turned and walked back over to the TV with Occulo. Beavs stood there with his arms crossed, still not happy with his “teammate”.


Sunday May 1st 10:10 pm


The main event was now in full swing and Dustin and Occulo had their eyes glued to the TV as Beaver’s #BlackBeaver partner, Andre Aquarius, was teamed up with Occulo’s very good friend and WSeaF World Champion, Joey…Splash, along with the ‘6ix God’ Jared Holmes to take on a returning Thomas Bates, with his teammates Mikey eXtreme and Grayson Pierce. The action was fast and furious, as both teams really looked to start off strong in the tournament. The match had even greater importance, as Splash had announced before the match began that he would be putting his World Championship on the line during every trios match he was a part of in the Trios Tournament. And he wouldn’t even have to be pinned or submitted, if ANY member of Splash’s team was pinned or submitted by ANY member of the opposing team, the individual that got the finish would be the new World champ. Beavs glanced over at Occulo as the match unfolded, Dustin could tell that Occulo was genuinely concerned about the outcome of the match. Beaver then looked back at Atreyu, who now sat there reading a book that looked about three times thicker than any book Beavs had attempted to read in his entire lifetime. Dustin chuckled to himself and once again faced the monitor. Occulo about had a heart attack, or at least it seemed that way to Beaver, when Splash was hit with a God’s Paradox, but Splash somehow managed to kick out at two and half. A couple more painfully close nearfalls followed, until finally Aquarius hit a #Fuccuboyant on Pierce and picked up the pin for the finish. Occulo let out a loud sigh and wiped the sweat from his brow as the match came to a close. However, Thomas Bates seemed to have other ideas in mind, as he flew into a rage and started destroying everyone in the ring including Splash.


Occulo: “Damn it, what the hell does that moron think he’s doing?!”


Just then, Logan and Seth Lerch, with Final Destination briefcase in hand, marched down the entrance ramp, looking like a couple of vultures ready to pick apart their prey, and stepped into the ring.


Occulo: “What the fuck is this?! No, I can’t let this happen!”


Beavs reached out an arm and grabbed Occulo’s shoulder.


Occulo: “Dustin, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let go of my shoulder right now.”


Beaver held his grip tightly on Occulo’s shoulder.


DB: “And if you know what’s good for you, Occulo, you’ll stay in here and not mess with Seth Lerch business. I guarantee that if you go out there right now and mess with whatever is happening, your ass will be in the unemployment line so fast, that you’ll be using food stamps at Wal-Mart faster than you’d care to think about.”


Occulo growled and violently shrugged out of Beavs’ grip, but remained in the room.
 The two watched on as Logan cashed in his briefcase and took on Flash in an official title match. The action was back and forth right off the bat, as Flash continued to show signs of life, even after the beating from Bates. But just as Flash looked to have taken the advantage with the Lightning Bolt, Logan landed on his feet and nailed Joey with the Connector. One, two, three and that was it, Logan was the new WCF World Champion.


Occulo: “FUCK!”


After Occulo’s expletive, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Truth be told, Dustin didn’t care much for Flash being the champion, but at the same time, he didn’t know much about Logan, other than the fact that he seemed to Beaver like the most undeserving person to be called ‘World Champion’ right now. After a few uncomfortable moments of silence with just Beavs and Benjamin in the room, Occulo returned. He was calmer than when he had burst out of the room, but he was still visibly livid.


Occulo: “Well fellas, I hate to do this to you, but I really have to help out with some business that needs to be attended to... Are you two going to be alright for most of the week without me?”


Dustin was not happy about the prospect of spending time alone with Atreyu, but just then, an idea popped into his head.


DB: “Oh yeah, we’ll be just fine. As a matter of fact, Benjamin is going to join me in Toronto for the week. I know he has nothing else going on and we need all the training together we can get.”


Beaver didn’t even turn around to gauge Atreyu’s reaction; he just sat there with a smug look on his face.


BA: “As much as I hate to admit that the arrogant prick is right, but we probably should at least attempt to find some common ground, especially with the difficulty of the team were facing ramping up in the next round.”


Occulo stared at Dustin for a moment and then at Benjamin.


Occulo: “Alright, just remember you two, we’re a team…SAME TEAM.”


Beavs answered before Atreyu could.


DB: “Yup, same team, got it!”


With that, Occulo packed up all his stuff and bid adieu to his Team BOA’s teammates. Once the door closed behind Occulo, Dustin turned to face Benjamin, a look of sureness on his face.


DB: “Well here’s the deal, Mr. Atreyu. You’re getting paid by my people to be on this team, so you’re going to do what I say. First off, we’re training in Toronto this week. I’m part of a great school there and they have an excellent staff and trainers. Second of all, I’m throwing a party at my house tomorrow night to celebrate Team BOA’s victory and you will be there. Not only will you be there, you’re going to have a good time and actually be sociable and not just sit in the back, got it?”


Benjamin laughed and shook his head.


BA: “First off, you’re NEVER going to tell me what to do. Secondly, I’ll train with you in Toronto this week because it makes the most sense and I’m not some little baby that needs to cry home to momma all the time. Thirdly, I’ll go to your party, but I’ll do whatever I damn well please once I get there.”


Beaver shrugged, for the most part, Atreyu had actually agreed to his demands, with some extra unneeded commentary of course.

DB: “Good, well instead of sitting awkwardly in this room, how about we go pack our shit and get this party started?!”


BA: “I suppose, don’t make me regret agreeing to this, Dustin.”


Beavs chuckled.


DB: “Oh I won’t, Brilliant Ben, Beavlieve that.”


Monday May 2nd, 9:30 pm


Beaver had contacted all of his party people and his house was in full party mode when the guests began to arrive. He had managed to get Atreyu to put on the most fashionable looking clothes he had, which to Beavs, were still super fucking tired but they would have to do. Benjamin was now sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book, which was about the most non-party thing you could do, so Dustin rushed over to him before any of the guests could see him being lame.


DB: “Atreyu, come on nilla, all the peeps are starting to arrive. How about instead of sitting on the couch reading a book, which by the way is pretty much THE dumbest thing you can do during a FUCKING PARTY!”


Benjamin slowly turned to face Beaver, a look of major annoyance shown on his face.


BA: “Fine. I’ll get up.”


Atreyu slowly stood and Dustin watched as he walked into a different room where no one was and he just stood there. Beavs sighed and shook his head.


DB: “Fuck it; I don’t have time for this shit. At least he moved.”


Just then, Beaver watched as a group of what Dustin referred to as “douche bros” that had somehow made it into his party walked into the same room as Benjamin. Beavs laughed.


DB: “Ha good that should keep him busy for a while.”


With Atreyu busy for the time being, Beaver walked off to greet more party goers. As Dustin was busy socializing with all of the beautiful people at his celebratory party, he heard some commotion coming from the area where he had last seen Atreyu. Beavs excused himself and quickly ran back over to the room where he had last seen Benjamin just in time to see a douche bro, angrily walking out of the room, holding a bloody nose as the rest of his posse followed behind him. Beaver could hear Benjamin’s laughter coming from the room. Dustin hurried into the room and saw Atreyu wiping a tear from his eye that had formed from his raucous laughter.


DB: “Dude, what the hell just happened?”


Benjamin shook his head, as he tried to subdue his amusement.


BA: “Oh, don’t worry about that, it was just some asshole getting what he deserved.”


Beavs was not amused. He spoke with a little more irritation in his voice.


DB: “Well Benjy, how about you get out of this room before they come back with double the amount of douche bros and REALLY try to fuck up your shit?”


Atreyu pointed a firm finger at Beaver.


BA: “What did I tell you about calling me Benjy?”


DB: “Yeah yeah, just get the hell out of here, will ya?”


After Dustin’s question, the seriousness returned to Benjamin’s demeanor.


BA: “Fine, I’ll go somewhere else.”


Atreyu walked out of the room and returned to sitting on the couch that Beaver had kicked him off of. Beavs threw his hands up in the air in defeat, and stomped off, not wanting to deal with Brilliant Benjamin’s shit anymore. Some more time passed and things started calming down and people really started having a great time. The Beaveater was flowing, Dustin was chatting up a few girls, and the party had not had any more mishaps since Atreyu’s situation. Just as Beaver was really starting to enjoy himself, a SMOKING HOT 10/10 blonde approached Beavs, a coy smile on her face. Dustin beamed back at her, brushing the front of his shirt to make sure he looked his most presentable.


Hot Blonde: “Hey there, are you friends with that guy over there?”


The blonde pointed over towards the couch in the other room were Benjamin Atreyu was still sitting by himself, now apparently reading a book he had found.


DB: “Um yeah, is he bothering you? I can for sure boot him the hell out of here if he’s giving you a hard time!”


The blonde laughed and dismissed Beaver’s question with a wave of her hand.


Hot Blonde: “Ha ha, no quite the opposite in fact. I think he’s super cute; I like the quiet book reading types. Do you think he would mind if I went and talked to him?”


Dustin laughed; with as hearty as his laugh was, he actually had to hold some of it back.


DB: “Mind?! Hell no, I’m sure he would LOVE if you went and talked to him. Go for it!”


The blonde smiled hopefully.


Hot Blonde: “Awesome thanks, wish me luck!”


Beavs shook his head as the blonde made her way towards Benjamin.


DB: “Damn, some guys have all the luck!”


Beaver watched as the blonde sat right next to Atreyu with a big smile on her face, the kind of smile that said you’re getting laid tonight if you want it. Dustin continued to watch as the woman’s face morphed from one of pure happiness to one of pure anger and disgust. Eventually, the blonde stood up from the couch and came right towards Beavs. Once the blonde reached Beaver, she smacked him HARD across the face and then headed for the front door, slamming it on her way out. Dustin had about reached his limit; he once again angrily made his way towards Benjamin, who was once again reading his book on the couch.


DB: “What the fuck, man? That smoking hot girl wanted to sit on your dick; all you had to fucking do was be charming for a whole two fucking seconds. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”


Atreyu scoffed.


BA: “She wasn’t my type.”


DB: “She wasn’t your…”


Beaver cut himself off.


DB: “You know what, fuck it. Just sit here by yourself and read your stupid fucking book. I’m done trying to be nice to you. We’ll still team and train for Trios as Team BOA, but outside of that, but don’t expect anything other than that.”


Benjamin turned the page in his book.


BA: “Fine with me.”


Beavs once again made his way to the bulk of the main party goers, trying to forget about Atreyu on his way over. As Dustin continued to socialize and forget about the absurdity of one Brilliant Benjamin Atreyu, a couple of douche bros approached him, not looking very happy.


Douche bro #1: “Hey dickwad, your stupid friend over there broke my buddy’s nose. You gonna fucking do something about it?”


Dustin attempted for a second to contain his rage, but that failed quickly.


DB: “First off, you don’t fucking talk to me like that in my own home. Second off, I don’t give a fuck about your stupid douche bro friend. As a matter of fact, round up your whole pack of douche bros and get the fuck out of my house!”


Without warning, the douche bro took a swing at Beaver, which Beavs easily dodged and he landed on a counter right on the douche bro, sending him sprawling. What Dustin didn’t know was that douche bro #2 had grabbed a glass bottle and was about to drop the hammer on the Great Beaver. But at the last second unexpectedly, Benjamin Atreyu had jumped up from his seat and he charged douche bro #2, tackling him to the ground. Atreyu put a whopping on him for a while before he stood up, confident that the threat was neutralized. Beavs looked over at Brilliant Benjamin, shocked by what had just happened.


DB: “You saved me, um…thanks.”


Atreyu brushed himself off.


BA: “Yeah no problem, those guys were ass fucks, I wasn’t about to let shit like that go down. We’re still Team BOA; I’m down for that for as long as you are.”


Dustin nodded, he felt like he was beginning to understand Brilliant Benjamin a little bit more.


DB: “Yeah you're right, and we still have a match this week. Our next opponents are apparently the ‘Poondock Kings’. Zombie McMorris, he’s my boy. ZMac and I have tagged with and faced each other on multiple occasions. Guy is talented as fuck but this just isn’t his match to win. He’s at best when he’s dominating noobs on the internet boards. Facing Team BOA just isn’t the same as destroying some ass on Twitter who thinks he’s hot shit.”


Beaver rubbed his chin as he continued to think.


DB: “Then his boy, Crow Mac, guy seems like he’s fucking amazing, I mean, he came back from the dead for fuck’s sake! But we know that the Great Beaver knows how to take care of zombies. I’ve done it before and I’m going to do it again. I’m sure we won’t have seen the last of Crow just because he’s going to be on the losing end of this match. I very much look forward to seeing how he’ll bounce back.”


Beavs then scratched the back of his head, likely thinking about the last opponent.


DB: “And then the last of the opposition, Kaz Mazy. I only have one thing to say to you. Now truth be told, the Great Beaver isn’t known as much of a 4th wall breaker but guess what? For this it’s going to be a little different…congratulations, my nilla. I heard that your wife just had a baby girl and that the three of you are healthy and happy. That is excellent news, but it leaves you in the unfortunate position of having something greater than wrestling to worry about this week. I know your head won’t be in this one, but know that if you want another shot at the Beavs, I’ll be waiting for ya.”


Dustin Beaver flashed his bright white smile.


DB: “Team BOA strikes again and moves on to the semifinals of the Trios Tournament. Who would have thought right? ... I would have, two more matches to go until glory, BEAVLIEVE THAT.”