Post by Henry Spearman on Aug 27, 2016 22:35:52 GMT -5
Early Saturday morning the sun, Layla can be seen outside tending to her bees. She has a white Tanktop and Purple shorts on. She is barefoot and seems totally unfazed by the bees humming around her head. The bees as well seem unfazed by her poking around in the hive. She sprays a bit of smoke from a can to calm the bees as she cuts a bit of honeycomb out of the hive.
Inside, Henry watches her with a smile on his face from the kitchen window. He is doing dishes and Layla looks over and sees him watching her. She smiles and waves. Henry returns the wave.
“This woman is nuts. No bee suit, no gloves, hell she isn’t even wearing shoes. The bees don’t even seem to care”
Henry shakes his head in amusement at his roommate. He finishes the dishes and takes a pot of tea off the stove. He puts some cookies on a plate and pours two cups of tea. Henry opens the door to the porch and walks out into the enclosed portion of the porch. He calls out to Layla.
“Cookies and Tea!”
“On my way Bro!”
Layla covers the hive back up and shakes off a few bees which had found a nice resting place on her arm. She takes the bowl of honeycomb she had been collecting and heads for the porch. She opens up the screen door and sits at the table across from Henry. She cuts him a piece of honeycomb and hands it to him.
“As promised”
Henrys eyes light up as he takes the fresh honeycomb and bites into it. He closes his eyes and smiles as he chews, nodding his head in approval.
“Wow. That’s is amazing”
“See, bees ARE a good hobby”
Henry laughs
“Don’t push it Layla”
Layla takes a sip of her tee and a bite of cookie. She finishes chewing and looks at Henry.
“So, Revenge. You and Mikey again, winner enters War last, if you use the superkick you get disqualified and enter number one.
Hows it going to go? What are you going to do?”
Henry smiles and sips a bit of tea. He places his cup down and looks across the table at Layla.
“Im going to superkick him….”
Layla furls her brow and looks back at Henry. Her head tilts slightly.
“You said you are going to superkick him? You want to enter War at number one?”
“Well, no not really but I would love to see the look on Mikeys face when I hit him with his own finisher again. I don’t even care if it means I have to enter WAR at number one. Ill bide my time, and ill be there when Mikey enters last and I will throw him clean over the top rope. To me, the joy of hitting him with the superkick far outweighs the negatives of entering war at number one”
Layla giggles and eats another cookie
“Well I guess I didn’t really see it that way.”
“Yea. I mean consider this. Mikey Extreme has spent the last four weeks furiously hunting me down trying to hit that one superkick and get his revenge for what he considers an act of disrespect. He finally found me last week at slam. He slid in when I was down and he got me. I will give him that. So now we meet again. Another chance for him to get a bit of vengeance. To prove that he is the master of the superkick. He even goes so far as to have me face repercussions for using it. Heres the thing though. What if I don’t care? What if I don’t care about being disqualified? What if I don’t care about entering war number one? What if I don’t care about winning the match?”
Henry smiles slyly across the table at Layla as she sips her tea
“Ok, Ill bite. What if you don’t care?”
“If I don’t care, the pressure is solely on the shoulders of Mikey. On one hand, he can stand there and take the superkick. He can win the match and he can enter War as the last man in putting himself in prime position for a shot at the world title. On the other hand, if he does that it means he willingly has to subject himself to the exact same act of disrespect that he has been so furious about for the last month.”
Inside, Henry watches her with a smile on his face from the kitchen window. He is doing dishes and Layla looks over and sees him watching her. She smiles and waves. Henry returns the wave.
“This woman is nuts. No bee suit, no gloves, hell she isn’t even wearing shoes. The bees don’t even seem to care”
Henry shakes his head in amusement at his roommate. He finishes the dishes and takes a pot of tea off the stove. He puts some cookies on a plate and pours two cups of tea. Henry opens the door to the porch and walks out into the enclosed portion of the porch. He calls out to Layla.
“Cookies and Tea!”
“On my way Bro!”
Layla covers the hive back up and shakes off a few bees which had found a nice resting place on her arm. She takes the bowl of honeycomb she had been collecting and heads for the porch. She opens up the screen door and sits at the table across from Henry. She cuts him a piece of honeycomb and hands it to him.
“As promised”
Henrys eyes light up as he takes the fresh honeycomb and bites into it. He closes his eyes and smiles as he chews, nodding his head in approval.
“Wow. That’s is amazing”
“See, bees ARE a good hobby”
Henry laughs
“Don’t push it Layla”
Layla takes a sip of her tee and a bite of cookie. She finishes chewing and looks at Henry.
“So, Revenge. You and Mikey again, winner enters War last, if you use the superkick you get disqualified and enter number one.
Hows it going to go? What are you going to do?”
Henry smiles and sips a bit of tea. He places his cup down and looks across the table at Layla.
“Im going to superkick him….”
Layla furls her brow and looks back at Henry. Her head tilts slightly.
“You said you are going to superkick him? You want to enter War at number one?”
“Well, no not really but I would love to see the look on Mikeys face when I hit him with his own finisher again. I don’t even care if it means I have to enter WAR at number one. Ill bide my time, and ill be there when Mikey enters last and I will throw him clean over the top rope. To me, the joy of hitting him with the superkick far outweighs the negatives of entering war at number one”
Layla giggles and eats another cookie
“Well I guess I didn’t really see it that way.”
“Yea. I mean consider this. Mikey Extreme has spent the last four weeks furiously hunting me down trying to hit that one superkick and get his revenge for what he considers an act of disrespect. He finally found me last week at slam. He slid in when I was down and he got me. I will give him that. So now we meet again. Another chance for him to get a bit of vengeance. To prove that he is the master of the superkick. He even goes so far as to have me face repercussions for using it. Heres the thing though. What if I don’t care? What if I don’t care about being disqualified? What if I don’t care about entering war number one? What if I don’t care about winning the match?”
Henry smiles slyly across the table at Layla as she sips her tea
“Ok, Ill bite. What if you don’t care?”
“If I don’t care, the pressure is solely on the shoulders of Mikey. On one hand, he can stand there and take the superkick. He can win the match and he can enter War as the last man in putting himself in prime position for a shot at the world title. On the other hand, if he does that it means he willingly has to subject himself to the exact same act of disrespect that he has been so furious about for the last month.”
“Mikey Extreme ends up facing one of the most difficult decisions he will ever have to make. What is more important to him? His pride? Or an opportunity at the world title? Frankly I think its his pride.”
“Mikey extreme e thinks he took the superkick off the table and gave himself one less thing to worry about. The reality of the situation though is that he did the opposite because I don’t care about war. I live now to push Mikeys buttons. So now he has another element of this match he needs to think about and lets be honest, Mikey isn’t exactly a thinker.”
Henry sits back in his chair and finishes the last of his tea. He grins at Layla who looks back at him and nods her head
“So youre going to kick him…”
“I am going to kick him….”
“Fair enough.”
Layla stands up and grabs her bucket of honeycomb. She heads for the porch door
“Why don’t you come out and see the bees? I promise I wont let them sting you”
“I think ill put these cups to wash”
Layla leaves the porch and Henry goes inside with the cups. Layla goes back over to her bees and opens up the hive. After about thirty minutes of methodically poking around the Hive to check on the queen she hears the porch door open. She looks over to see Henry slowly walking down the steps. He is wearing two pairs of jeans with the legs tucked into a pair of rubber rainboots. The opening of the boots is covered in what appears to be an entire roll of duct tape. On his upper body he is wearing three sweatshirts and a pair of thick Nomex Gloves, again the shirts are tucked into the gloves and covered in duct tape. On his head is what appears to be an enormous cowboy hat with mosquito netting stapled to the top. The net is tucked into the sweatshirt neck and once again duct taped closed. Layla bursts out laughing
“You look ridiculous!!!!”
“Shut up!!!! Im out here aren’t I?!?!?!”
“Yes henry, you are out here. And you will probably die of a heat stroke in 10 minutes”
The scene fades out as Henry slowly makes his way over to the hives.
