The Adventures of Dustin Beaver, ep. 1 "Reintroduction"
May 19, 2016 0:38:41 GMT -6
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Post by Dustin Beaver on May 19, 2016 0:38:41 GMT -6
Tuesday May 17th, 10:35 pm
Dustin Beaver sits in his favorite leather reclining chair in his living room at his lavish suburb home just outside of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He has his feet kicked up, a glass of Beaveater on the rocks in his right hand, a lit cigar in his left. The Beavs is dressed in his favorite purple silk robe with the bright pink ‘DB’ embroidered letters stitched on the left breast pocket. Something is playing on the TV in front of him, but Dustin’s attention is drawn elsewhere. He stares at one of the photos he’s had blown up into poster size of his wrestling exploits. The one he gazes at in particular is of him kneeling in the middle of a wrestling ring, clutching the WCF Television Title close. It was just after he had won the championship, his first and only one in WCF. Beaver stands up from his chair and walks over to the picture, still staring at it. He looks at himself, the raw emotion of happiness on his face, that title was something that Beavs had worked his ass off for and was the culmination of his hard work and determination to be the best. He had parlayed his ‘SeaV’ championship not only into his deal with the Beefeater people to produce Beaveater, but also into a spot within the world renowned wrestling faction, #beachkrew. Dustin smiled to himself as all of the fond memories with his #bk brothers and sister flooded into his mind. He took a swig of the Beaveater, swishing it around in his mouth to get the full flavor. Beaver then looked over his left shoulder and chuckled, realizing that the UCI cameraman was still following him around. He turned all the way to the left so that he was now facing the camera.
Dustin Beaver: “Well hey there W… UCI Universe. Yeah, that’s going to take some getting used to.”
Beavs takes another sip of Beaveater.
DB: “You know, I’ve had people all fucking week, calling me, knocking on my door, shit, sending me fucking morse code messages asking me about my decision to leave the WCF to join the UCI.”
A scowl forms on the Great Beaver’s face as he continues to recall the last couple weeks of his life.
DB: “Do you people want to know why I fucking joined UCI and told the WCF to kick rocks? If I tell you in front of this stupid fucking cameraman, can I finally be left alone for more than two seconds?! … uh, no offense to you of course there, Carl.”
Dustin tries his best to not make eye contact with the UCI employee working the camera.
DB: “Anyways, the reason I left was… look I’m not a big, smelly doo doo head, I saw the writing on the walls. I watched as every single great wrestler that I had watched the last year left that place behind, one by one. Yeah, the WCF had some of their…champions stay, but I mean come on.”
Beaver takes a drag off his cigar.
DB: “Sure I could have stayed there and dominated the remnants of what was once a great organization, but the Supreme Beavliever isn’t a pussy!”
Beavs turns back around and stares at the picture of him winning the title once again. He addresses the audience now without facing the camera.
DB: “Do you really think that the millions of Beavlievers out there would have the same respect for me if I stayed in an organization where I could just steam roll the best they offer without even trying? Fuck no they wouldn’t, they’d move on to follow someone who aspires for greater things.”
Dustin once again spins around to face the camera, a look of stoic resolve on his face.
DB: “So I made the only decision that I saw on the table. Dustin Beaver signed a lucrative talent deal and took his talents to Chicago.”
Beaver once again turns around and faces the wall of blown up wrestling pictures. He walks a few paces away from the Television title picture and stops in front of one that makes him smirk.
DB: “Ah, the old krew. Now that was wrestling, what an honor it was to be included in such an illustrious group of athletes.”
Beavs turns and faces the picture once again. He remembered this picture being taken sometime just before WCF’s One pay-per-view. Each member had their arm over the shoulder of the person next to them. Everyone grinning from ear to ear with all of their gold they had at the time shining just as brightly as their white toothy smiles.
DB: “This picture is from the best time in my life. I would go on to beat Occulo to defend my SeaV title at One the next night. It was a great match and I proved to everyone in the world that Dustin Beaver is a world class wrestler.”
Dustin looks down at the floor as he continues to reminisce.
DB: “It’s hard to Beavlieve that I’ve been in the game for less than a year still. I feel like I’ve went through a lifetime’s worth of events in this game already. I’ve won, lost, made friends, made enemies, converted enemies to something close to friends, won championships, lost championships, joined a clique, visited cities throughout the world. Even with all of this, I feel like there’s much more out there. There are still numerous goals for the Great Beaver to accomplish, many foes to still conquer.”
Beaver holds up one finger to the camera with his right hand, while continuing to hold on to his glass of Beaveater.
DB: “Mission number one here in the UCI is clear. Putting the Beaver in the tournament to become their first World Champion wasn’t a fluke. They WANT me to win this damn thing. I mean, let’s look at my first pair of opponents.”
Beavs chuckles to himself as he thinks about the first opponent.
DB: “Good ol’ ZMac, a familiar face that honestly I’m happy to see here in UCI. I’ve said it before that ZMac is my boy, and I stand by that. We’ve been partners, opponents, and shit, probably something in between that even. I know this guy pretty well and with that said… does he really think he’s THE UCI champion material? I mean, yeah, the dude is the king of the basement dwellers. He knows how to communicate over the internet better than anyone on the planet, that shit is impressive for sure. But is that really what the UCI wants for their first champ? Do they want a greasy looking, rough dude in jean shorts that shit talks 12 year olds on Twitter?”
Dustin looks in the air for a moment and then looks back at the camera, shaking his head back and forth.
DB: “No, that’s for sure not what they want. But then what about opponent number two, another McMorris. Of course I’m talking about Ol’ ZMac’s son, Crow.”
A puzzled look comes across Beaver’s face as he continues to think.
DB: “I mean this dude was dead wasn’t he? That shit’s crazy, I’m going to have to wrestle a God damn dead guy! But like, he’s still alive and shit, so really…”
Beavs’ eyes light up as he makes a realization.
DB: “So really, Crow is the ZOMBIE McMorris! Ha ha, what the fuck, I don’t understand these people. So this dead guy really thinks that the UCI brass wants a dude that was a fucking corpse as their champion? Nah son, that shit is just straight up fucking ridiculous.”
Beaver puts both hands in front of him, slowly moving them up and down, wanting the audience to take in what stands in front of them.
DB: “This is what the people want; they want the young, chiseled, handsome stallion you see before you. I’m the fresh rising star this company needs, not a couple of weirdo zombie things.”
Dustin motions to his head with his cigar hand.
DB: “But I’m also no dummy. I know that the Macs are a team and that they’re gonna be looking to team up on the Great Beaver to get me out of this match right away.”
An evil smirk creeps across Beavs’ face.
DB: “But there will be that moment of doubt, there will be that second where after they think they have taken me out of the match, they’ll argue over which one of them should be the one to move on to the next round of the tournament.”
Beaver quickly punches the air with his left hand, sending cigar ash flying towards Carl the cameraman.
DB: “And BOOM! That’s when the Supreme Beavliever will make his move. I’ll strike both of them so fast that they won’t even know what hit them, Team BOA style, and I’ll be getting my hand raised in victory shortly after that.”
Dustin steps away from the #bk picture and now stands in front of a picture with himself and one other person. Dustin is wearing his first wrestling attire, sweat making his body visibly glisten. The man he is standing next to is Liam Gagnon, known as ‘Gags’ to his friends. Gags is the head trainer at ‘The 6 Wrestling School’ in Toronto, where Beaver continues to train at to this day.
DB: “Ah yes, this was me at ‘The 6’ after my very first full day of training. It wasn’t that long ago that Dustin Beaver was a totally green noob that had no idea what the hell he was doing near a wrestling ring. Gags really helped me back then not only learn the fundamentals, but he got me in the mindset that I AM a wrestler and nothing else. I doubted myself that I could continue this journey and be successful, but obviously, that road is now far behind me.”
Beavs takes another drink from his glass and a drag off his cigar shortly after.
DB: “I still continue to train at ‘The 6’ everyday; there are no days off, especially now that I have this golden opportunity in front of me. If you thought that the Supreme Beavliever was a work horse back in the Dub See Eff, you haven’t seen shit yet. I’m going to show everyone here, new and old wrestlers alike, the level they need to be at to even think about stepping in the ring with someone like me who lives and breathes this sport.”
Beaver walks away from the pictures and leads Carl the cameraman down a long hallway that leads to the walkout area in the back. Dustin still has his in ground pool covered, as summer is still approaching. He takes a seat on one of the patio chairs overlooking the expansive backyard.
DB: “I mean, don’t get me wrong, when it comes to wrestling I’m all business. But when it comes to relaxation time, ha, let’s just say that the Great Beaver parties just as hard as he works.”
Beavs motions to the pool with his drink hand, winking at the camera as he does so.
DB: “This thing will be full of babes in about a month or so. You gotta rate at least a 7 on the Beaver Scale to make the cut at my parties though, of course. Once in though, you’re guaranteed to have a good time. I spare no expense when it comes to making sure people have a blast when they’re with the Beaver. If you ain’t running around here naked and laughing, you just aren’t having a good enough time!”
Dustin takes a long drag off his cigar. He stares after the smoke trail as he exhales.
DB: “I even got NHL star, Chicago Blackhawk Patrick Kane to agree to show up to one of my parties this summer! I’m sure he’ll have a blast getting trashed and rapin…”
Beaver awkwardly glances away from the camera before returning his gaze to the audience.
DB: “I mean, um, getting trashed and… romancing the many fine females that will be scattered throughout the Beaver compound. Yup, there’s never a dull day for Dustin Beaver between my wrestling career, business endeavors, and legendary leisure time.”
Beavs stands up from the patio chair and walks back into the house, Carl following closely behind. Dustin returns to the living room and takes a seat in his recliner once again.
DB: “But yeah, being the new guy with something to prove is no new task for me. I had to do it less than a year ago. The only difference this time is that everyone is pretty much in that same boat. Everyone is on a level playing field at this point and in all honesty, I think that benefits a guy like me.”
Dustin’s eyes finally focus on the TV in front of him. Carl pans the camera over and we see that it’s an old WCF match that Beavs was in.
DB: “This is a match where I beat Doc Henry, shortly before winning the SeaV title. Doc had been in the WCF for years before this particular match, I mean damn, I would have been a fucking kid when he started wrestling for that org.”
Beavs sets his glass of Beaveater on an end table next to him and places his cigar in and ashtray next to that.
DB: “I felt like then that I would be at a significant disadvantage in that match, just based on the fact that he had been around WCF long enough to know that tricks of the trade. I figured he knew how to get an edge in match or sneak out a win if I became unfocused for just a split second.”
Beaver leans in towards the TV as the action in the match picked up.
DB: “That won’t exist anymore; this shit is new for everyone. On a level playing field, I know that I can beat anyone at any time. No one is going to be able to pull any, “Well I’ve been here forever, I bet I can sneak this move on you and win” bullshit. That’s why at Overload on May 22nd from The Warehouse in Chicago, Illinois, Dustin Beaver will be defeating Zombie and Crow McMorris and move on to the next round of the UCI Championship Tournament.”
Dustin turns to face the camera again, a cartoonishly wide smile forming on his face.
DB: “And as always, when I say that the Great Beaver is going to win…you can BEAVLIEVE THAT.”
Just as Beavs finishes his trademark catchphrase, a loud knock is heard from the front door.
DB: “What the fuck? Who the hell could that be, I’m not expecting anyone to come over tonight.”
Beaver slowly raises from his seat, as Carl pans the camera from behind him to watch the action go down. Dustin reaches the front door and glances back at Carl, shrugging just before turning the knob even more slowly than he had stood up from the chair. A voice is heard from just outside of the front door, but what the person is saying is unclear. Carl zooms the camera in on Beavs’ face, as he looks perplexed as to why whoever is there has stopped by. Finally after a long pause, Beaver speaks.
DB: “Uh yeah man, we can for sure discuss some shit. Here, why don’t you come on in?”
Beaver steps back from the door and motions with his hand for his unexpected guest to enter.
Who is this mystery person? We’ll find out next time in the next exciting episode of The Adventures of Dustin Beaver!
