The Adventures of Dustin Beaver, ep. 2 "The Way It Is"

Tuesday May 17th, 11:45 pm


The camera focuses on the front door of the Dustin Beaver compound. Beavs has stepped to the side to allow an unexpected guest to enter the house. The frame of a lumbering giant soon entered the camera’s view. Harley Rhodes certainly was a big bastard. He was billed as 6’8 and 325 pounds, and Dustin had no problem believing that he was every inch and pound of that advertised amount. Beaver had squared off against Rhodes, better known by his in ring name, Vengeance, on more than one occasion in WCF. In fact, Dustin had scored a couple of victories against Vengeance in random clusterfuck matches towards the end of his time in his previous organization. And now here stood the mammoth force that was the former WCF United States and Hardcore champion, sans his trademark face paint. The two had exchanged words at the door and the Great Beaver had voluntarily asked the big man to join him in the house, but Dustin still wore a look of confusion on his face.


Dustin Beaver: “So…do I call you Harley or Vengeance?”


Vengeance shrugs his massive shoulders.


Vengeance: “I dunno man, shit, either one works for me.”


Beavs scratches the back of his head.


DB: “Well I suppose I know you by Vengeance better, so I’ll go with that... Did you want a drink or something?”


Vengeance takes a seat on the couch and looks around the impressive living room.


Vengeance: “I heard that Beaveater shit they make in your honor is pretty good. Got any of that around?”


Dustin chuckles.


DB: “Of course I do my man, on the rocks work for you?”


Vengeance: “Fuckin’ A.”


Beaver walks to the kitchen to get Vengeance’s drink. Carl the Cameraman focuses his camera on Vengeance as the big guy continues to look around the house. After a moment, Beavs returns to the room and hands Vengeance his drink and returns to his favorite recliner.


DB: “So what did you say brought you to Canada again?”


Vengeance slugs down half of his full glass of Beaveater in one drink.


Vengeance: “Well I was in town for a shitty beer drinking contest. Yeah, I love any excuse to drink some alcohol and shitty beer is a fav of mine. Did you know that your Toronto has one of the biggest shitty beer drinking contests in the world?”


Dustin sits there dumbfounded. He and Vengeance are two truly different people.


DB: “Uh, no I didn’t. That’s fascinating…”


Beaver continues to sit, watching Vengeance consume the last of his Beaveater in no time flat.


DB: “…So Vengeance, not to be like a dick or anything, but what exactly made you want to come visit me? I mean, I don’t think we were on the greatest terms back when we were both in WCF. I guess I just didn’t think I would be at the top of your “People to See” list.”


Vengeance belches loudly and sets his now empty glass on the coffee table in front of him.


Vengeance: “Heh yeah, I suppose we probably never were best friends and shit. I’ll get straight to the point; I heard you joined that new wrestling startup organization, UCI… How’s that going for ya?”


Beavs smirks, the situation made sense to him now.


DB: “Well, I guess I would say that it’s going pretty damn well so far. With my prior experience, the management offered me a more than generous contract offer, which I was happy to accept. I have my first match coming up this weekend against a couple people you’re familiar with, Zombie and Crow McMorris.”


Vengeance slowly nods his head as he stares out the front window. Dustin looks at him, waiting for the larger gentleman to verbally throw his hat back into the ring.


Vengeance: “Well that’s good to know, Beaver. Good luck in your match this weekend.”


With that, Vengeance stands back up and heads towards the front door. Beavs frowns; something about the response wasn’t good enough for him.


DB: “Thanks, but aren’t you gonna tell me that you’re going to be joining UCI now too?”


Vengeance bellows out a laugh.


Vengeance: “What, do you miss seeing me in the ring there, pretty boy?”


Dustin continues to frown.


DB: “Easy there, Vengina, don’t forget that the Supreme Beavliever has handed you a couple of losses in the past. But seriously, a lot of the guys from WCF have made the change. Being a competitive, experienced wrestler yourself, it seems like it would be the perfect fit for you.”


Vengeance grins and turns away from the door, now facing Beaver.


Vengeance: “Listen, I’m glad you care about my future, really it’s touching. I guess I just haven’t made up my mind yet on whether wrestling is something that I want to continue to pursue. You of all people, being a little bit newer than some of the other guys, should realize how big of a commitment it takes to start somewhere and build yourself up to a point where you feel comfortable. I honestly can’t say if that’s something that I’m willing to go through again at this point in my life.”


Beavs’ frowning face slowly morphs into a look of understanding as Vengeance speaks.


DB: “Yeah I guess I can understand that. Well hey, if you’re going to be in the Chicago area this weekend, why don’t you come see the show and see if it’s something you might be interested in?”


Vengeance nods once again.


Vengeance: “Yeah I might just do that. See you around, Dustin.”


DB: “Yeah, see ya.”


With that, the former WCF big man leaves the house. Beaver now turns and faces Carl the Cameraman.


DB: “Well that was certainly interesting, wasn’t it? I guess I’m in for all sorts of surprises with joining this new org.”


Beavs points at the camera.


DB: “I guess you guys are going to have to keep watching to see what kind of crazy shit happens next, you can BEAVLIEVE THAT.”



Sunday May 22nd, 7:20 pm


Dustin Beaver is sitting in his locker room at The Warehouse in Chicago, Illinois, just after his match had concluded. Dustin holds his now sore jaw, slowly moving it from side to side, trying to get the stinging feeling out of it. He had taken a beating from both McMorris’, coming up just short in his bid to move on in the UCI Championship Tournament, as Crow picked up the win after a grueling match. As Beavs continued to nurse his wounds, he hears a knock on the locker room door.


DB: “Who the hell is it?”


Voice: “It’s Vengeance. Is it cool if I come in?”


Beaver moves his arm away from his face, as he doesn’t want to show any signs of weakness against his former adversary.


DB: “Uh yeah, sure man. Come on in!”


Vengeance slowly pulls the door open and his towering figure soon fills the doorway.


Vengeance: “Hey man, just wanted to let you know I watched your match out there just now. Not bad for it pretty much being a handicapped match against you.”


Dustin nods in acknowledgement.


DB: “Yeah thanks man, even when the deck is stacked against me, I always make sure I give it my best shot. I wouldn’t be the Supreme Beavliever otherwise, know what I mean?”


Vengeance chuckles.


Vengeance: “Heh yeah, I forgot about all your catchy nicknames for yourself. You know, I use to hate that shit and it made me want to punch you in the face even more than you being in #beachkrew… it’s weird that I actually almost miss that.”


Beavs looks in Vengeance’s eyes as he speaks. If it’s one thing that Beaver considers himself exceptional at, other than wrestling of course, it’s analyzing people and their emotions. When Dustin looks at Vengeance, he doesn’t see a man that is ready to hang it up and call it quits, he sees a man that still has the passion for what he “used” to do. Beaver snickers as he makes the realization in his mind.


DB: “Ha yeah, that is pretty funny… You miss the wrestling business don’t you?”


Vengeance looks away from Beaver, staring at the match in progress on the monitor in Beaver’s locker room.


Vengeance: “… Yeah, I suppose that I do. Now that I’m out of the game, everything that was bullshit at the time seems worth it to do what I loved... If I were to come back though, I just don’t think I could ever be as good as I was, and that’s just something I can’t accept.”


Dustin watches Vengeance’s expression as he speaks; he knows that the big guy is genuinely torn over what to do with his life.


DB: “Well hey man, I already told you what I think about your whole situation. But know that if you do decide that making a comeback is the right thing for you to do, well…”


Beavs has never really gone out of his way to make friends since he began his wrestling career. He was fortunate that the #beachkrew deal had sort of just worked out for him the way it had, and he was very
thankful for that. But there is something different to him about Vengeance; something tells him that this mountain of a man can be a potentially valuable ally in the future.


DB: “Know that if you needed someone to help you out to get shit started up again, I’ll have your back.”


A true look of surprise comes across Vengeance’s face.


Vengeance: “Well thanks Beaver, I really do appreciate it.”


The big guy glances down at his watch.


Vengeance: “Well I suppose I should probably head out and let you get changed out. Yeah, good shit out there Beaver and thanks again.”


Vengeance extends his arm for a handshake; Beavs grins, stands up and returns the gesture. Dustin shakes his hand out after the handshake, as he found out that the giant still had his power intact.


Vengeance: “Heh sorry about that, don’t know my own strength sometimes! See ya later Beaver!”


Beavs grimaces as he continues to shake his hand out, but he still manages a laugh at the ordeal.


DB: “Ha yeah, see ya around.”


Dustin sits back down as Vengeance exits the room.


DB: “Man, I hope that big bastard comes back at some point, I know we could be a force to be reckoned with around here.”


Monday May 23rd, 10:15 am


Dustin Beaver has packed up his things and is ready to leave his hotel room to head back to Toronto for the week. Beavs randomly decides to check the UCI schedule to see if one had already been posted for the following weekend. Dustin is used to delays in schedule posting from his previous org, so he doesn’t have much hope that it will be up already. Much to Beaver’s elation and surprise, the schedule is already up! Boy is he happy that he has decided to check because not only is he booked in a tag team match, his partner just happens to be a familiar face from the Chicago area. Beavs pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and cycles through the numbers, eventually landing on the one he needed. Dustin hits the green call button and puts the phone up to his ear with a big smile on his face. After three rings, the phone picks up on the other end.


Kyle Kemp: “Yo Beaver! How ya doin’, my nilla?! It’s been a little while!”


DB: “Hey Kemp, I’m alright and yeah it’s been too long. Did you happen to check out the UCI schedule for this next weekend?”


KK: “Nah, not yet man. I’m sitting in my hot tub still trying to recover from last night.”


DB: “Well I hope you’re ready to dust off those tag team skills of yours because it’s you and the Great Beaver taking on The Polar Phantasm and Bonne Blue!”


KK: “Ha ha, no shit! Well fuck man, are you still in town?”


DB: “Fo sho, I was about to head to the airport to go back to TO but lucky enough, I checked the schedule first.”


KK: “Good call, well hell bro, head on over to my place! I’m sure the gate to the back is open, I’ll be chillin’ in the hot tub.”


DB: “Cool broski, see you in a few!”


Monday May 23rd, 11:11 am


Dustin arrives at the Kemp estate and makes his way through the unlocked gate to the backyard as instructed. It was an already humid and muggy day in Chicago as Beavs’ feet crunch over the green grass. Beaver laughs as he reaches his destination, as a sunglasses wearing Kyle Kemp sits in his hot tub with his head back, arms outstretched across the back with what Dustin guess was a mimosa in his right hand. A half empty bottle Kemp’s mimosa mixture sits on a table near the hot tub, within arm’s reach. Upon hearing the laughter, Kemp lifts his head to see the source of the laughter.


KK: “You made it! You can grab a glass from inside and pour yourself a drink if you want.”


DB: “Hell yeah, could for sure use one of those right about now!”


Beavs walks through the back door and rummages around in the kitchen for a little while, eventually locating a glass. Kemp’s place was just as lavish as Beaver’s, if not more so. With how clean everything was, you could tell that he either meticulously kept it like that or just went through a major spring cleaning. Dustin heads back outside and pours himself a mimosa; he then falls into a patio chair that was close to the hot tub.


DB: “Shit yeah man, Kemp and Beaver partnering together once again. I feel good about this week, I mean, we’ve teamed before a bunch of fucking times and picked up quite a few wins. We both just know how to pick up those tag team W’s.”


Kemp nods, as a minor contortion of pain shows on his face while he grabs at this neck.


KK: “Hell yeah, bruh. I figured today would be our rest day, shoot the shit, go do some fun shit later. Then the rest of the week, we can work on game planning and training to get ready for the match on Sunday.”


DB: “Sounds good to me, man. I see why people have always said we’re similar; we always have the same good fucking ideas!”


Kemp chuckles and takes a drink.


KK: “Ha ha yeah, just remember that I’m still always going to be better than you, Dusty.”


Beaver shrugs.


DB: “I’ll catch up to you one of these days, man, but for now I’m good just teaming with you and beating bitches up.”


KK: “I’ll accept that, so let’s get down to business. What fun shit did you want to do tonight?”


Dustin rubs his chin as he thinks about the question.


DB: “Hmm, how about we hit a strip club in town? I know you’re a VIP at some high end gentlemen’s club that’s got hot ass bitches around here!”


Kemp looks at Beaver, pushing his sunglasses down to the end of his nose.


KK: “Of fucking course I am, and I’m down for that. In fact, I have just the place in mind.”


Monday May 23rd, 10:37 pm


Kemp drives his silver 2016 BMW M5 into the parking lot of The Pink Monkey at 750 S Clinton St, with a wide eyed Beaver trying to take in the whole scene from the passenger seat. The two didn’t have to pay a cover after walking in through the front doors, as Kemp was a well-known patron, and the two find a seat at a table a little way away from the action. Almost immediately, Beavs was able to spot a girl he likes. She’s blonde, petite, but with boobies that sit just right. Her face was more ‘cute’ than ‘hot’, but that’s what Dustin was down with at that time. Beaver pats Kemp’s shoulder and discretely points out his interest.


DB: “That girl man, I think I’m in love.”


Kemp immediately sees who Beavs is talking about.


KK: “Oh hell yeah bro, she’s super nice too. I’ve had a few dances from her before, she’s like not super slutty like some of the other chicks here. She’s just cool as fuck.”


Beaver nods, he was going to get a dance from that girl at some point during the night. As Dustin looks at her, a strange realization hits him.


DB: “Yo, you know who that girl reminds me of? She totally looks a little like Bonnie Blue.”


Kemp squints at the girl, trying to see the resemblance.


KK: “Ha, yeah kind of I guess.”


DB: “Bro, did you know Occulo and Bonnie got it on at one point in WCF?”


Kemp laughs heartily at Beaver’s comment.


KK: “Dude, where the hell did you hear that from?!”


DB: “It was a rumor mill thing for a while. And get this, when I asked Occulo how it was when we were teamed together in Team BOA, he didn’t deny it! But he also changed the subject right away, ha ha.”


Kemp’s eyes continue to survey the room as Dustin speaks.


KK: “That’s crazy, bro. I had no idea.”


As Beavs continues to stare, not too obviously, at the blonde, the more he realizes he wasn’t going to be able to shake the feeling of her looking like Bonnie out of his head. It starts to bother him to the point where he needs to get out of there for a little bit.


DB: “Hey man, I’m gonna go outside quick and get some fresh air.”


KK: “That’s cool, bruh, I’ll be here.”


Beaver stands up and makes his way out the front door. He manages to find a place where not too many people were loitering around and he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Dustin decides the best way to deal with the situation is to shoot a little promo while his mind is preoccupied with the thought of Bonnie and his match the upcoming weekend. He is able to quickly navigate to the UCI website and enter his credentials to be able to upload media. If it is one thing Beavs appreciates, it is slick, easy to use mobile technology. He appreciates UCI really being on the ball in this regard. Beaver makes sure his phone is set to properly record and he holds it out in front of him.


DB: “Hey there #Beavlievers, I’m live coming at you from The Pink Monkey Gentlemen’s Club in beautiful Chicago, Illinois.”


Dustin pans the camera around as he describes the location.


DB: “I’m here tonight with my nilla, Kyle Kemp, I’m sure you remember him, and we’ll be partnering up in a big tag match this weekend. Live on May 29th from The Warehouse here in Chicago, it will be the Great Beaver and Mr. Better Than You, teaming for the first time since leaving that other company to take on Bonnie Blue and Polar Phantasm.”


Beavs strokes his chin as he ponders something.


DB: “One of our opponents I’m more than familiar with, the other one not so much. So let’s first talk about the known commodity.”


An evil smile forms on Beaver’s face before he begins to speak again.


DB: “Oh Bonnie Blue, or W…UCI’s Caitlyn Jenner as I have infamously referred to her in the past, we meet yet again. Ya know though…”


Dustin looks away from the camera for a moment.


DB: “I can’t Beavlieve I’m about to say something nice about Bonnie but here it goes. Pound for pound, she is one of the toughest people around in wrestling.”


Beavs pauses for effect.


DB: “I mean, I’ve choked this chick out within an inch of her life before and yet here we are again months later. We faced each other in team matches after that, but that will always be the evening that sticks out in my mind.”


Beaver’s tone becomes more serious.


DB: “Look, here’s the deal, Ms. Blue. I’m sure you’ve improved since your time in that other organization. But the fact of the matter is that you’ve NEVER pinned or submitted The Supreme Beavliever.”


Dustin waves his free hand in front of the camera.


DB: “I can already here you out there asking, “But Great Beaver, how do you know she won’t get you this time?”


Beavs sticks his index finger up in the air.


DB: “The answer to that question is really quite simple. Say what you will about Dustin Beaver, but I haven’t been able to be the cold, calculating bastard and the former champion that I am by sitting on my ass and hoping I win matches.”


Beaver’s eyes narrow as he now looks his most evil.


DB: “I still remember what it’s like to face you Bonnie, what your strengths and weaknesses are, what you’re capable of. While our one on one match was a while ago, it really wasn’t THAT long ago. And while I acquiesced to your improvement, the truth is that you couldn’t have become THAT much better.”


Beaver points a finger at the camera.


DB: “I’m going to study you all over again, remind myself that I know what it takes to defeat you and put Kemp and I’s plan into action. If it comes down to you and the Supreme Beavliever alone in the ring, I will know exactly what to do to get that pin or make you tap…again, and beat you just like the first time.”


Dustin’s face then changes into one that looks slightly puzzled.


DB: “And then there’s the other foe in this match, Polar Phantasm.”


Beavs scratches that back of his head.


DB: “Bro, I’ve delved a little into your past and all I have to say is…what the fuck man?”


Beaver begins to count things on his fingers.


DB: “Burnt down houses, kidnapped family members, murdered people, and now your crazy looking ass is gallivanting around the galaxy?”


Dustin shakes his head side to side.


DB: “Look, having the limited view of you that I’ve had it’s quite obvious that your style of wrestling revolves around head games and just being outright fucking crazy.”


Beavs points to his head.


DB: “The problem with this strategy against the Great Beaver is that I don’t fall for shit like that. I can afford any house I want and mine has great homeowner's insurance. My main family is my brothers that I’ve met through wrestling and they’re more than capable of handling themselves if they ever felt threatened by some psycho with nothing better to do than be insane.”


Beaver then points at his chest.


DB: “And there’s nothing…NOTHING you can do to me to get me off my game. I have one focus in the UCI and that’s not to worry about what other assholes here are doing. It’s to get in that ring and win matches and titles, that’s it. Dustin Beaver is a no frills, no bullshit kinda guy, it’s all fucking business when I step between those ropes.”


Dustin shrugs.


DB: “I mean, what do we have when we strip away the craziness, coldness, and mind games from THE Polar Phantasm? … I’ll tell you exactly what you have.”


Beavs puts his face right up to the camera.


DB: “You have an average ass wrestler who’s going to get beat by a man that has actual wrestling skill.”


Beaver moves his face away from the camera, nodding and looking satisfied.


DB: “So there it is Beavlievers and UCI Universe, Beaver and Kemp picking up yet another team win just like the old days. And now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a stripper in this joint that kind of looks like Bonnie, only well… sexier. Dustin Beaver is going to go get a dance from her and then I’m going to train my ass off the rest of this week and pick up my first UCI win.”


Dustin winks at the camera.


DB: “And of course, as always, you can BEAVLIEVE THAT!”