Post by Henry Spearman on Jul 17, 2016 12:47:22 GMT -5
Henry hurried across his living room and quickly put out a few large bowls on the coffee table that sit in the middle of the room. He poured chips and doritos into a few of the bowls before hurrying back into the kitchen to grab a plate of vegetables and onion dip. He carefully placed the large plate of vegetables down onto the table and took a step back. He smiled to himself and nodded in approval.
“Perfect. You got the chips, you got some dip, everyone loves veggies, that will be a big time hit.”
Henry checked the fridge to make sure he had enough soda in there before stopping in the kitchen to take a breather.
“Ok. Relax big guy. Just breathe, this is your first real chance to make some friends here. This is going to go over well. Half the battle is just getting these guys here. Talking to them is the easy part. Its just strategy. Keep it simple.”
Henry took a deep breath and was startled by his phone ringing. He looked down at the name on the phone.
“The Cap”
Henry clicked the answer button and put the phone on speaker. He made a conscious effort to sound relaxed. Instead it just came across weird
“Yellow?” He said in a slightly higher pitch than usual
“Yellow? Why You say Yellow?” Came the voice from the other end of the phone
“Uhhh, I don’t know. Its like hello but theres just a little more emphasis on the beginning I guess. I heard someone say it one time” henry replied, obviously Flustered.
“Dat stupid. I hang up and call back. You try again.”
Henry tried to say something but the line went dead
“Great, youre off to a wonderful start already. Get it together man” Henry said to himself and slapped his palm to his forehead
The phone rang again. Henry sighed and answered it.
“Hello?”
“WHERE YOU?!” Came a shout form the other end
“Where am I? Like physically right now? Im in my kitchen” Henry replied, confused
“No, where your kitchen? Captain WCF Lost”
“Ohhh, youre lost. Well the address was on the invite I sent. Where are you now?”
“Captain WCF on First St and Main St”
“Oh ok no problem, just make a right onto Second Street. I live off Second”
“Now I at Fourth St and Main st”
“Already? How fast are you going? Ok just make the next right”
“To late, I passed next right. I can make left.”
“No!! Don’t make a left. Just stop the car. Turn around and go back to Second Street and make a left there”
“You said make right”
“Oh my god. Yes It was a right but now you are passed it and have to turn around and go back. So now its on your left”
“Ok. I be there soon”
The phone cuts off again and Henry looks down at it in complete disbelief
“What the hell was that all about?”
The doorbell rings and henry briskly walks over and opens it. Mikey Extreme steps into the living room.
“Heyyyyy Mikester!!! The extreme one! Thanks for coming” Henry goes in for the hug but Mikey Doesn’t move. Henry ends up just awkwardly rubbing against him
“What the hell are you doing man?” Mikey says with a disgusted look on his face
“I….I don’t know I just thought I would try and be friendly”
“That’s not friendly. Its freaking weird man. Jesus what are you wearing? Is that a sweater vest?”
“Yea….I thought I should kind of look nice. I don’t know this is the first time ive done this.”
“Done what? Talk about match strategy?”
“Well yea but also like, have friends over”
“First of all, we are not friends. We are partners this week and maybe something good will come of it but we are not friends.
Secondly, even if we WERE friends, you don’t wear a sweater vest and khakis to hang out and watch TV with friends. This isn’t the brady bunch. Jesus man have you been living under a rock for the last decade?”
“The basement actually”
“What?”
“Ive been living in the basement for the last decade”
“Wait, seriously? That’s not like some weird scary thing you did to intimidate people? You actually lived in the basement of this place for ten years?”
“Yea”
“Wow. Ok….thats…..disturbing”
“Yea I know. But im better now!”
“I don’t know if I would go that far but whatever.”
As the two talk Captain WCF walks in through the kitchen and looks at the spread of chips and veggies on the table
“I didn’t know he was here already” Mikey says as he points at the captain
Surprised, Henry turns around and jumps back when he sees the captain
“How the hell did you get in the kitchen?”
“Back door. Captain Sneaky. Use back door when I can”
Mikey giggled.
“I bet you do Cappytan” he said shaking his head in disbelief
“I don’t get it” Said Henry as the captain stared at Mikey blankly
“The back door. He uses the backdoor any time he can. You know…like the…Nevermind. Lets just get down to business here. We came to talk about this weeks match so lets do that.
“Cant do that now. No Sushi” Said the Captain
“What do you mean no sushi? Why would there be sushi?” Henry asked
“Captain always have sushi when strategizing. It very important for Feng Schue”
“Well I don’t have any. I don’t eat sushi. I cook my food like a civilized human being”
“You order now” Said the captain
“Are you forcing me to order you sushi?”
“Yes.You go. Call this numbah. You get spicy tuna rolls”
Reluctantly Henry takes the number from the captain and orders him some spicy tuna rolls. Seemingly before the call is done, the doorbell rings and captain WCF is up getting the sushi from the delivery man.
“Fastest derivery in country. Special for Captain”
Mikey extreme laughs at the absurdity of this whole situation. He runs his hand through his hair in disbelief. Captain WCF pulls out a pair of foldable chopsticks from his boot
“Why are you still wearing your ring gear?” Mikey cant help but ask
“Ring gear very important for Captain. Like secret identity”
“Oh, that makes sense”
Mikey rolls his eyes and Henry shrugs his shoulders.
“Ohhhhhh mistah sushiiiiiii you make me so happyyyyyyy. I plan my strategyyyyyyyy to wiin our big matchhh” The captain breaks into song while he eats his sushi until finally Mikey cuts him off
“Ok guys listen. Lets just do what we came here to do because im pretty sure im in some kind of bizarre world right now”
“Right. The match” Henry replies
“This is going to be a clusterfuck. Six man tags always are. We need to stay focused and in tune with each other. I know we are three completely different styles but I think we can mesh well together. We have all faced these guys individually before. Its just a matter of getting on the same page.”
Mikey Nods his head in agreement
“Look here. I have face and Beaten Stuart Slane before. That was before he was a world champion though. I didn’t get his best. Hes big, strong, fast and he is highly motivated right now. We need to focus on those legs. Slow him down and keep him off his feet. Weve got the advantage if we keep him on the mat.”
“Brent Alpine is easy pickings. One of us is going to beat him for that title this week. There is just no realistic way he can stay focused enough to hold on to it. The guy takes orders from a freaking micro pig. I don’t even know what the fuck a micro pig is? Is it an actual pig? It talks to him like a robot or something. Maybe it’s a robot Pig? I don’t even know what to think. Point is the guy is very clearly in the middle of a complete and total psychotic breakdown. We can definitely capitalize on that this week and take him out. It wont be easy but we can do it if we work together”
“Now Chambers I don’t know all that well. I know you’ve had some run ins with him already Mikey so you may be best suited to be in the ring every time he is since you know him. Im not really sure what to make of him. The guy wears makeup. Not like facepaint makeup, like legitimate real makeup. Like he has a powder room backstage. Its kind of weird actually. It think we can use that to our advantage this week. Go for the face. We can afford to play a little dirty here. Chambers doesn’t seem like he kind of guy that likes to bleed. If we get a chance this week we need to bust him open. Go hard targeting the face. Lets mess with that pretty little mug of his. Sound good?”
Henry looks around the room. Mikey nods his head again in approval and stands up. Henry stands as well.
“Henry, you are…how should I say it? Painfully awkward and completely socially inept but when it comes to the art of wrestling you might just have something. Lets kick some ass this week”
Mikey and Henry shake hands and look over at the Captain who is finishing up his Tuna Rolls.
“Ok. Captain done. We talk now”
“We talk now? Like you weren’t listening to anything I just said?” Henry asked incredulously
“No. Sushi first”
“Good lord. Listen man. Just follow us out to the ring and try not to hurt yourself ok?” Said Henry to Captain WCF
“Or worse, cost us the match” Mikey said
The captain bows to the two as Henry walks Mikey to the door.
“Ill see you there."
“Perfect. You got the chips, you got some dip, everyone loves veggies, that will be a big time hit.”
Henry checked the fridge to make sure he had enough soda in there before stopping in the kitchen to take a breather.
“Ok. Relax big guy. Just breathe, this is your first real chance to make some friends here. This is going to go over well. Half the battle is just getting these guys here. Talking to them is the easy part. Its just strategy. Keep it simple.”
Henry took a deep breath and was startled by his phone ringing. He looked down at the name on the phone.
“The Cap”
Henry clicked the answer button and put the phone on speaker. He made a conscious effort to sound relaxed. Instead it just came across weird
“Yellow?” He said in a slightly higher pitch than usual
“Yellow? Why You say Yellow?” Came the voice from the other end of the phone
“Uhhh, I don’t know. Its like hello but theres just a little more emphasis on the beginning I guess. I heard someone say it one time” henry replied, obviously Flustered.
“Dat stupid. I hang up and call back. You try again.”
Henry tried to say something but the line went dead
“Great, youre off to a wonderful start already. Get it together man” Henry said to himself and slapped his palm to his forehead
The phone rang again. Henry sighed and answered it.
“Hello?”
“WHERE YOU?!” Came a shout form the other end
“Where am I? Like physically right now? Im in my kitchen” Henry replied, confused
“No, where your kitchen? Captain WCF Lost”
“Ohhh, youre lost. Well the address was on the invite I sent. Where are you now?”
“Captain WCF on First St and Main St”
“Oh ok no problem, just make a right onto Second Street. I live off Second”
“Now I at Fourth St and Main st”
“Already? How fast are you going? Ok just make the next right”
“To late, I passed next right. I can make left.”
“No!! Don’t make a left. Just stop the car. Turn around and go back to Second Street and make a left there”
“You said make right”
“Oh my god. Yes It was a right but now you are passed it and have to turn around and go back. So now its on your left”
“Ok. I be there soon”
The phone cuts off again and Henry looks down at it in complete disbelief
“What the hell was that all about?”
The doorbell rings and henry briskly walks over and opens it. Mikey Extreme steps into the living room.
“Heyyyyy Mikester!!! The extreme one! Thanks for coming” Henry goes in for the hug but Mikey Doesn’t move. Henry ends up just awkwardly rubbing against him
“What the hell are you doing man?” Mikey says with a disgusted look on his face
“I….I don’t know I just thought I would try and be friendly”
“That’s not friendly. Its freaking weird man. Jesus what are you wearing? Is that a sweater vest?”
“Yea….I thought I should kind of look nice. I don’t know this is the first time ive done this.”
“Done what? Talk about match strategy?”
“Well yea but also like, have friends over”
“First of all, we are not friends. We are partners this week and maybe something good will come of it but we are not friends.
Secondly, even if we WERE friends, you don’t wear a sweater vest and khakis to hang out and watch TV with friends. This isn’t the brady bunch. Jesus man have you been living under a rock for the last decade?”
“The basement actually”
“What?”
“Ive been living in the basement for the last decade”
“Wait, seriously? That’s not like some weird scary thing you did to intimidate people? You actually lived in the basement of this place for ten years?”
“Yea”
“Wow. Ok….thats…..disturbing”
“Yea I know. But im better now!”
“I don’t know if I would go that far but whatever.”
As the two talk Captain WCF walks in through the kitchen and looks at the spread of chips and veggies on the table
“I didn’t know he was here already” Mikey says as he points at the captain
Surprised, Henry turns around and jumps back when he sees the captain
“How the hell did you get in the kitchen?”
“Back door. Captain Sneaky. Use back door when I can”
Mikey giggled.
“I bet you do Cappytan” he said shaking his head in disbelief
“I don’t get it” Said Henry as the captain stared at Mikey blankly
“The back door. He uses the backdoor any time he can. You know…like the…Nevermind. Lets just get down to business here. We came to talk about this weeks match so lets do that.
“Cant do that now. No Sushi” Said the Captain
“What do you mean no sushi? Why would there be sushi?” Henry asked
“Captain always have sushi when strategizing. It very important for Feng Schue”
“Well I don’t have any. I don’t eat sushi. I cook my food like a civilized human being”
“You order now” Said the captain
“Are you forcing me to order you sushi?”
“Yes.You go. Call this numbah. You get spicy tuna rolls”
Reluctantly Henry takes the number from the captain and orders him some spicy tuna rolls. Seemingly before the call is done, the doorbell rings and captain WCF is up getting the sushi from the delivery man.
“Fastest derivery in country. Special for Captain”
Mikey extreme laughs at the absurdity of this whole situation. He runs his hand through his hair in disbelief. Captain WCF pulls out a pair of foldable chopsticks from his boot
“Why are you still wearing your ring gear?” Mikey cant help but ask
“Ring gear very important for Captain. Like secret identity”
“Oh, that makes sense”
Mikey rolls his eyes and Henry shrugs his shoulders.
“Ohhhhhh mistah sushiiiiiii you make me so happyyyyyyy. I plan my strategyyyyyyyy to wiin our big matchhh” The captain breaks into song while he eats his sushi until finally Mikey cuts him off
“Ok guys listen. Lets just do what we came here to do because im pretty sure im in some kind of bizarre world right now”
“Right. The match” Henry replies
“This is going to be a clusterfuck. Six man tags always are. We need to stay focused and in tune with each other. I know we are three completely different styles but I think we can mesh well together. We have all faced these guys individually before. Its just a matter of getting on the same page.”
Mikey Nods his head in agreement
“Look here. I have face and Beaten Stuart Slane before. That was before he was a world champion though. I didn’t get his best. Hes big, strong, fast and he is highly motivated right now. We need to focus on those legs. Slow him down and keep him off his feet. Weve got the advantage if we keep him on the mat.”
“Brent Alpine is easy pickings. One of us is going to beat him for that title this week. There is just no realistic way he can stay focused enough to hold on to it. The guy takes orders from a freaking micro pig. I don’t even know what the fuck a micro pig is? Is it an actual pig? It talks to him like a robot or something. Maybe it’s a robot Pig? I don’t even know what to think. Point is the guy is very clearly in the middle of a complete and total psychotic breakdown. We can definitely capitalize on that this week and take him out. It wont be easy but we can do it if we work together”
“Now Chambers I don’t know all that well. I know you’ve had some run ins with him already Mikey so you may be best suited to be in the ring every time he is since you know him. Im not really sure what to make of him. The guy wears makeup. Not like facepaint makeup, like legitimate real makeup. Like he has a powder room backstage. Its kind of weird actually. It think we can use that to our advantage this week. Go for the face. We can afford to play a little dirty here. Chambers doesn’t seem like he kind of guy that likes to bleed. If we get a chance this week we need to bust him open. Go hard targeting the face. Lets mess with that pretty little mug of his. Sound good?”
Henry looks around the room. Mikey nods his head again in approval and stands up. Henry stands as well.
“Henry, you are…how should I say it? Painfully awkward and completely socially inept but when it comes to the art of wrestling you might just have something. Lets kick some ass this week”
Mikey and Henry shake hands and look over at the Captain who is finishing up his Tuna Rolls.
“Ok. Captain done. We talk now”
“We talk now? Like you weren’t listening to anything I just said?” Henry asked incredulously
“No. Sushi first”
“Good lord. Listen man. Just follow us out to the ring and try not to hurt yourself ok?” Said Henry to Captain WCF
“Or worse, cost us the match” Mikey said
The captain bows to the two as Henry walks Mikey to the door.
“Ill see you there."
“You got it”
Mikey leaves the hosue and Henry turns to escort The captain out but he is already gone
“Captain?!” Henry calls but there is no answer
“Captain?! Did you go out the back door or are you in here somewhere?!”
“This fucking guy is going to drive me back to the darkness”
The scene fades out as Henry goes looking for the Captain.
