The Adventures of Dustin Beaver ep. 9 "Familiar Faces"
Jul 24, 2016 3:41:39 GMT -6
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Post by Dustin Beaver on Jul 24, 2016 3:41:39 GMT -6
Monday July 18th, 10:30 am
The scene opens with Dustin Beaver running the ropes in a standard size wrestling ring. This ring however is not an official UCI ring, as it is red and white in color with a giant Canadian maple leaf in the center. Beavs bounces off the red-white-red ropes one more time and hammers a poor, hapless, very pale looking, gangly male with red hair and freckles with a monstrous clothesline. The echo of the ginger’s body impacting the mat echoes throughout the building, as onlookers cringe in response to the rough landing. As the young ginger writhes on the ground in pain, Dustin chuckles and stretches his arm down to the skinny wrestling trainee.
Dustin Beaver: “Not too bad of a landing there, Snowball! Maybe next time you can get your arms out to the side a little faster to take more of the impact!”
The pale student, Snowball, groans one more time and grabs Beaver’s hand as Beavs assists the young man with getting back to his feet. Once on his feet, Snowball attempts to rub his aching back as Dustin chuckles a bit.
DB: “You all right there, kid?”
Snowball looks at Beaver and manages to slowly nod with a pained look on his face.
Snowball: “Y-Yeah, I’m fine, Mr. Beaver. That was just a hell of a good shot, as per usual.”
Beavs laughs and slaps his bicep.
DB: “Oh yeah, you know that the Great Beaver is all about that power game!”
Dustin is happy to be training once again at ‘The 6 Wrestling School’ in Toronto after having fully recovered from his throat injury suffered in the strap match against Wentworth Updegraff Jr. The last couple of weeks have been rough for Beaver, but getting back to his training basics has rejuvenated his fighting spirit. As Beavs and Snowball continue to chit chat in the ring, the head trainer of ‘The 6’, Liam Gagnon commonly referred to as ‘Gags’, steps out of his office and scans the training floor. Once he spots Dustin, he begins to yell.
Liam Gagnon: “Beaver! Get your ass in my office!”
Beavs quickly turns towards the direction of Gags’ office once he hears his name shouted. Dustin waves at the grumpy sounding, old man as Gags stands there with his arms crossed in front of him.
DB: “I’ll be right there, boss!”
Beaver puts his hand on Snowball’s shoulder and looks the trainee in the eye.
DB: “Just keep at it, Snowball. You’ve already made great strides since you started here, just keep up the hard work and stay positive and you’ll rival the Supreme Beavliever in no time!”
Snowball’s eyes seem to sparkle with a sense of determination at hearing Beavs’ words.
Snowball: “I will, Mr. Beaver! I’m going work as hard as I can to be the best wrestler I can possibly be… and maybe one day I can be almost as good as you and get my name mentioned in history as one of the great wrestlers from Canada! … That just wasn’t quite as good as Dustin Beaver.”
Dustin laughs and slaps Snowball’s shoulder.
DB: “You’re a riot, kid! Keep doing some drills and I’ll hopefully be back soon.”
Gags’ bellowing, more irritated sounding this time, cuts through Beaver and Snowball’s moment.
Gags: “Beaver, NOW!”
DB: “Yes sir, right away, sir!”
Beavs quickly scurries through the ropes and jumps down off the apron, making his way as fast as humanly possible towards the still waiting head trainer.
DB: “Yo, what’s going on, boss?!”
Gags continues to stand there with a scowl on his face, arms still crossed.
Gags: “Take a seat in my office, got some information on your upcoming match this week.”
Gags turns and leads the way into his personal abode, as Dustin follows closely behind. The two take their respective seats, and Gags looks over something on his computer screen before breaking the silence.
Gags: “Alright kid, well I’d like to say that your first match back after your week off will be an easy one… but it fucking won’t be.”
Beaver smiles and shakes his head.
DB: “Well no kidding, boss! I haven’t had an easy match in UCI yet! The wrestlers here are the best of the best and I wouldn’t have it any other way! So lay it on me, whose falling victim to the ‘Good Beaver’ movement this week?!”
The flat expression on Gags’ face doesn’t change as he reads off the name of the opponent.
Gags: “The Archduke of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards.”
Dustin sits back in his chair a bit and rubs his chin as he reflects on his opponent.
DB: “Ah yes, a foe from my old W…you know that other organization days. Alex Richards… he used to be quite the cold hearted bastard, but apparently, he’s turned it around and is quite revered by the fans if I’m not mistaken.”
The scowl on Gags’ face fades, and is replaced with a smirk.
Gags: “Gee, now who does that remind me of, kid? I seem to recall this young, arrogant bastard that started coming in here about a year ago. Had no wrestling experience, but still thought he knew everything, oh what was that kid’s name? Um, I think his last name was some kind of animal or something… he was an ok kid, just you know, kind of a dick, but he’s been working on it! … Do you know who I’m talking about?!”
Beaver stares back at his head trainer, looking less than pleased by Gags’ line of questioning.
DB: “Ha ha, boss, REAL funny. Yeah, I guess we are super comparable though. I mean, doesn’t this dude have his own alcohol named after him now?!”
Gags looks back at his computer screen, clicking his mouse a few times. He reads something on the monitor in front of him, eventually shaking his head up and down.
Gags: “He sure does, apparently it’s called ‘Zim-Quila’.
Beavs rubs his chin once more.
DB: “Zim-Quila, eh? Doesn’t sound too great, I’ll try to buy some though and give it a shot. I can guaran-damn-tee you right now though that it doesn’t even come close to touching Beaveater’s greatness.”
Gags’ expression turns serious once again as he looks back to his wrestling pupil.
Gags: “Now don’t be goin’ and makin’ yourself a sloppy, drunk mess. We still have a shit load of work to do to prepare for this match.”
The smirk is now on Dustin’s face.
DB: “Oh Gags, don’t worry, I won’t get tore up like in the #beachkrew days, I’ll be a little more functional than that!”
Gags did not seem to find Beaver’s statement as funny as the Beavs did.
Gags: “Yeah none of that bullshit, those days are in the past.”
Gags stands up and motions back towards the door.
Gags: “Now that’s enough jib-jabbin’. Get your ass back out there and beat on that pale white boy some more.”
Beavs salutes Gags as he stands up.
DB: “Yes sir, I’m on it!”
As Dustin sprints back towards the ring, Gags shakes his head back and forth.
Gags: “That damn kid, he’s just lucky he’s pretty damn good.”
Monday July 18th, 10:15 pm
Dustin Beaver had stopped by the liquor store after his training for the day had concluded and picked up a bottle of ‘Zim-Quila’. The bottle now sits on the coffee table in front of Beavs’ favorite leather chair, a full shot glass of the liquid sitting next to the bottle. Dustin picks up the small glass and raises it up towards the ceiling.
DB: “Well, bottoms up I suppose!”
Beaver pours the alcohol into his mouth, nearly spitting it out upon impact with this tongue, but he manages to choke the shot down.
DB: “Ugh, what the fuck, that is horrible! It’s not even close to being in the same leagues as Beaveater, hell, it’s lucky to be considered non-toxic!”
As Beavs set the glass back on the coffee table, he remembered his positive mantra.
DB: “…but I’m sure Mr. Richards and a few others enjoy it, so at least there’s that.”
Dustin now stares straight ahead towards his television in an attempt to forget about the shot he has just taken. A Kyle Kemp match is playing on the TV and Beaver laughs to himself.
DB: “Shit, I bet Kyle and the #beachkrew boys and I would still finish that nasty bottle of alcohol though, those guys were always down as long as there was alcohol in it!”
Beavs concentration fades from the TV as he reminisces about his time with his former stable mates. There’s one person in particular that he can’t shake from his mind.
DB: “Wade…”
The big brother that Dustin never had, Wade Moor had been such a driving force in Beaver’s rise to greatness, but now he was nowhere to be found.
DB: “Wade man, I hope you’re doing well, where ever you’re at brother.”
Beavs decides to have a drink in Wade’s honor. He looks at the Zim-Quila bottle on the table and immediately decides that that’s not good enough. Dustin gets up and walks to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of Beaveater on the rocks and then returns to his leather chair in the living room. Beaver holds the glass up to the sky for a moment.
DB: “To you, Wade and the krew, miss you guys.”
Beavs takes a swig out of the glass, savoring every drop of the alcoholic liquid gold.
DB: “Now that’s some good shit.”
Dustin then starts to watch wrestling on the TV once again. He enjoys his relaxing evening before the next training day that awaits him.
Beaver walks along a deserted street. He looks side to side, none of his surroundings look familiar to him and he wonders how he got to such a place. Beavs sees many boarded up and dilapidated houses around him, he knows that he’s for sure not in his own neighborhood anymore. The more he looks around though, the more familiar this particular street seems to Dustin. As he starts to gain his bearings, Beaver hears a sound from behind him that sends chills down his spine and stops him in his tracks. He spins around quickly, expecting the worst. However as Beavs scans the area, he sees nothing but the same rundown houses that he has just passed. Dustin lets out a sigh of relief and turns back towards the front. But as he turns, Beaver screams and jumps back at the sight right in front of him. Standing in front of Beavs is what appears to be a tall, muscular man. But where the man’s human head should be, an owl’s head is in its place. The glowing orange eyes of the owl piercingly stare at a shell-shocked Dustin.
DB: “Not you again! Wha-what the he-hell do you…want?!”
The Owl Man continues to glare at Beaver, not taking its gaze away from the UCI vet. Finally after a long, incredible tense moment, the Owl Man raises one of his muscular human arms and slices across his throat with his thumb, showing Beavs that he means business. A frightened Dustin struggles to find words.
DB: “Ju-just leave me th-the fuck ALONE!”
Movement from the right of Beaver causes him and the Owl Man to look to their side at the same time. Grey mist seems to shoot up from the ground and after a second a man slowly walks through the mist and makes himself visible to the two onlookers. Beavs immediately recognizes who the appearing man is.
DB: “Wade!”
Wade Moor has a serious look of concern on his face as he scowls at the Owl Man in front of Dustin.
DB: “Wade, you’ve gotta help me, man, I think this thing is going to try to kill me!”
Wade glances at the Owl Man and then back to Beaver. Moor slowly shakes his head back and forth, denying Beavs’ pleas for help.
Wade Moor: “No Dusty, this is YOUR fight. There’s no more holding back, this is a battle you CAN and WILL win.”
Dustin stares wide eyed back at his brother, not understanding why he won’t help.
DB: “Wade, come on, man. I’m sure we could take this thing down together!”
Again Wade shakes his head back and forth.
WM: “You can do it, Dusty… Beavlieve that you can do it.”
Beaver looks towards the giant Owl Man once again, this time, a fiery resolve is visible in Beavs’ eyes.
The Owl Man makes the first move, swinging a giant human fist towards Dustin’s face. Beaver ducks under the punch and attempts to sweep the leg out from underneath the Owl. The Owl’s massive leg takes the impact but doesn’t budge, at the same time he brings his arm down, hitting Beavs’ skull with a massive hammer fist. Dustin’s vision turns blurry as he looks back towards Wade, pleading for help with the look he gives his bearded brother.
WM: “Don’t give up, Dusty! Find another way, you can still win this!”
As Wade shouts his words of encouragement, the Owl Man swings his giant leg upward, looking to punt Beaver into the next universe. Beavs however sees the kick coming, and dives to the side. The Owl is slow to bring his leg down and Dustin sees an opening.
WM: “Now Dusty, finish him!”
Beaver quickly rises to his feet and charges the Owl Man. Beavs wraps his arms around the Owl and without thinking about his size or the consequences if it doesn’t work, Dustin lifts the Owl off the ground and spins him around, slamming him down on the ground with a picture perfect ‘Beaver-to-Belly’. Upon impacting the ground, the Owl disappears and is replaced with a cloud of smoke. An adrenaline filled, wide eyed Beaver rises back to his feet, still unsure of what had just taken place. Moor runs over to his Beavs’ side.
WM: “You did it, Dusty! I knew that you could!”
After a moment, Dustin finally looks over at Wade, still dazed from the whole ordeal.
DB: “I…I beat him?”
Moor smiles and nods his head in affirmation.
WM: “You sure as shit did, Dusty. You conquered yet another foe, just like we’ve known all along that you could.”
Beaver quickly shakes his head, trying to knock the cobwebs out.
DB: “But Wade…why didn’t you help me?”
Moor laughs, a laugh Beavs has missed.
WM: “Dusty, my boy, because I didn’t need to. That Owl Man, all he represented was you holding yourself back. If I would have helped you with that, you’d continue to just wrestle at a level you’re capable of surpassing.”
Wade’s face goes from smiling to serious as he points at Dustin.
WM: “No more holding back, and that starts this week with taking on Alex Richards. He’s just a man, Dusty, but you…you are a movement; you bring out the good in people.”
Moor points at the smoke from the Owl that is slowly dissipating.
WM: “That Owl, he was MORE than a man and look what you did to him.”
Beaver nodded, Wade’s words finally getting through to him.
DB: “You’re right, Alex is just a man. Hell, I respect Richards, having come from the terrible childhood he had and to be wrestling at a high level with the decent attitude he has now. But just like his drink that’s named after him compared to Beaveater, he’s just not as good as the Great Beaver.”
Beavs grabs at the top of his head where the Owl’s hammer fist had crushed him.
DB: “The truth is, I haven’t been the greatest the last couple of weeks, between the strap match and a losing effort in a tag match, Dustin Beaver has been knocked down a couple of pegs. But that’s what makes the Great Beaver so great…No matter how many time I get knocked down, I’m going to keep getting back up and I’m not going to ever stop Beavlieving that I’m the best wrestler in UCI or any other wrestling organization in the universe.”
Dustin looks at his hand and sees some blood, chuckling to himself.
DB: “Alex Richards wants to gallivant around with the Guardians so badly, when all he needs to do his stay right here to face the best wrestlers anywhere in the galaxy. I’ll be more than happy to show Mr. Richards that UCI is the home of where the big boys play. And I won’t be underestimating you, Alex oh no, I’m well aware of your past and what you have accomplished.”
Beaver wipes the blood off on his bare chest.
DB: “But as they say, the past is the past. I’m not here to dwell on that, the Beavlievers are always looking forward, looking towards the brightest possible future we can earn for ourselves. A win over Alex Richards? Shoot, that would put the Beaver right back in the hunt for a title or another epic battle with the main players in UCI.”
Beavs looks over at Wade, Moor smiles and nods as Dustin continues to speak.
DB: “July 24th, Scottrade Center, St. Louis, Missouri, I hope you’re ready for an all-out war, Mr. Richards. You see, I’m not going to win every fight I’m in…but I’m sure as hell going to give you a fight that you’ll remember for years to come. And with the millions of Beavlievers around the world backing me, I ALWAYS have a chance to win, no matter what the circumstance.”
Beaver looks down as the last puff of smoke rises from the fallen Owl Man.
DB: “See you Sunday Alex, good luck, you’re going to need it, friend. The Great Beaver is going to bring the fire…BEAVLIEVE THAT! ...”
Dustin Beaver wakes up in his leather chair still holding his glass of Beaveater. He groggily looks around, trying to figure out where the hell he’s at and has just happened. He shakes his head back and forth, trying to wake himself up.
DB: “Damn, crazy ass dreams with owl people and… Wade.”
Beavs sits up and sets his glass down on the coffee table.
DB: “Man I miss that nilla; it was crazy how much it felt like he was REALLY in that dream.”
Dustin looks at his TV once again, still with wrestling on it.
DB: “I’ll win that match against Alex Richards for Wade, I know that I can do it, all I have to do is… BEAVLIEVE!”