Post by Henry Spearman on Sept 15, 2016 11:40:52 GMT -5
Henry and Layla stood in the living room of the house with their bags packed. Layla looked super chipper and excited. Henry looked as though someone had just killed a puppy. Layla looked at him and gave an exasperated flail of her arms.
“Arent you excited?!”
Henry looked at her with a slight tilt of the head
“For what?”
“For everything! Your match this weekend, the trip to Lexington. Its going to be a blast!”
“Layla, we are about to climb into a van with John and Jerry and drive over 500 miles from here to Lexington Kentucky. That’s eight hours of driving. Now, while I will admit I am looking forward to my match, I am not looking forward to being stuck in the car with them for that long because Jerry thought it would save money. WOAH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
Henry had turned to see Layla carrying in another box and placing it on her bags.
“Im bringing the bees….”
“You are not bringing the fucking bees in the van. Get out of here. No. Not happening”
“But were gonna be gone for like 4 days. Who is going to care for them?”
“Theyre bees. They live without human intervention their entire lives. Im sure they’ll be fine. I am not traveling eight hours with a cardboard box full of angry bees in the back of the car.”
Layla looks unhappy but seems to understand how that might not go so well.
“Fineeeeeeee, I will put them back”
“Thank you”
As Layla puts the bees back in the hive, an old dodge caravan pulls up in front of the house and honks the horn. Jerry jumps out of the passenger seat and flings the sliding door open.
“Lord Help us all” Henry mutters to himself as he grabs his bags and heads out the front door
“Henry babyyyyyyy, you ready to kick some ass this week?!”
“If we make it there alive…sure. How old is this thing?”
“It’s a 96. Super great rate on it.”
“Don’t you think we should have gotten something a little newer? I didn’t even know rental places still had cars this old”
“Oh they got em. You just gotta know how to look. This thing is great value for the money. They don’t make vans like this anymore”
“No, they definitely don’t. Now they all have airbags”
“This thing has an airbag. It doesn’t work but its got one. We aren’t going to crash it anyway. Throw your bags in the back. Im gonna go help Layla with hers”
Jerry gives Henry a wink as he heads for the door. Henry tosses his bag in the back and climbs into the van. The lining on the ceiling is torn in a few places and hangs down low in the back. The van smells a bit like old gym socks. John is nestled comfortably behind the steering wheel. He appears to be sleeping.
“I don’t need your fucking help Jerry!”
Henry looks over to see Layla storming towards the van with her bag in her hands. Jerry is looking a bit confused. Henry chuckles to himself
“Moron….”
Layla throws her bags into the van and climbs in next to Henry. Jerry slowly getsin the passenger seat next to John
“I was only trying to Help, Layla”
“Why? Because im a girl you assume I cant carry my own bags?”
“Just thought it might be polite…..”
“Fuck you Jerry”
Jerry tosses his hands up
“Ok”
Henry looks over at Layla and gives her a look that tells her shes over reacting. She returns it with a childish pouty face. Henry laughs. Jerry taps John on the side and he startles awake.
“Huh? What? Oh hello everybody. Welcome to El Caro del Landsman. Its about 5:15 in the morning and our estimated drive time is EIGHT FUCKING HOURS!!!! Please sit back and enjoy the ride. It resulted in a grand savings of 36 dollars per person. Hope everyone is glad we aren’t flying”
John puts the van in drive and pulls off the curb. Henry dozes off in the back seat and in what seems like only a moment is being tapped awake by Layla. Henry slowly opens his eyes and sees laylas face pressed almost completely against his.
“What the hell?”
“You were snoring”
“Oh. Sorry. Where are we?”
“Some sort of mountain park or something in West Virginia. Look how pretty!”
Henry looks out the window and admittedly, the area surrounding them is beautiful. Layla presses her face against the window and stares out at the mountains in awe. Jerry is asleep and John calls back to Henry
“So Spearman, you looking forward to this match?”
“I look forward to all my matches. This ones going to be tough though. Archer is ridiculously talented and so is Kane.”
“Yea but you’ve got a hell of a partner yourself. Ive seen mikey extreme quite a few times. Guy can flat out go. That superkick? Easily one of the best ive ever seen. I mean, the way he drives it home is insane. I reckon it’s the hardest kick in the country. You two shouldn’t have any problem”
Henry furls his brow a bit
“John, have you even been watching the show lately?”
“What do you mean? Of course I watch the show”
“There is literally not one person in the entire company that wants me to lose this match more than Mikey Extreme. You realize that right? Mikey might be one of the top guys in the business right now but I cant trust him for shit. This match ends up basically coming down to a three on one. You’ve got Archer and Kane trying to win and you’ve got Mikey Extreme trying to ensure I lose. The man is literally insane and since I superkicked him he has been completely batshit crazy trying to get his revenge. He thought he would get it at revenge and he didn’t. Sure, he may have the last entry at War now but who walked out of the arena that day on his own two feet? Me. I sent a message at revenge, I don’t need to enter war last to win it. To me, hitting that superkick again was sooo worth it. The look on Mikeys face that night as amazing but look at what it has done to him. Mikey doesn’t care about winning this match. This is a revenge thing for him. Mikey wants to see me hurt. He wants to see me lose. He wants to see me out of the fight forever. This is not a tag team match John, this is a three on one match.”
John Ponders in silence for a moment
“You need to calm the fuck down bro. You know, when you were Neforian, nothing bothered you. Nothing riled you up. You were impossible to rattle. You could take the most stacked odds there were and somehow not be phased. That’s why you were so good. That’s why you were a champion. Now you’ve moved past that and, frankly, thank god but you still need to hold on to that mentality. The odds may be stacked against you here but you are Henry fucking Spearman. You are THE Spear man. You possess the one move in the WCF that is equal to Mikeys superkick and can turn the tide of a match in a split second. Who the fuck is Mikey Extreme to get inside your head?”
Henry slowly nods his head in agreement
“You know something John, you’re right. Fuck this guy. Mikey Extreme is not going to stand in my way any longer and I am not going to run from that superkick either. This week I am focused on winning. If Mikey wants to work as a team fine. If he wants to work as enemies that’s just as good by me. I will win this week. I will beat Adrian archer, I will beat Damian Kane, and if I have to I will beat Mikey Extreme. Henry Spearman will emerge from this match as the winner. With or without anyones help.”
“And you know something else John. After this week is said and done, I am going to march into War as the number one entrant. I am going to beat everyone they throw at me and When Mikey Extreme enters that match as the last man, I will be standing there to greet him. I will be tired, I will be hurt, I will be on my last breathe but I will stand in the center of the ring and I will fight mikey extreme. And when the dust clears, when all is said and done. It will be Henry Spearman who stands victorious.
John Nods his head adnd pounds the steering whell.
“That’s what Im fucking talking about! Lexington Kentucky, here we come”
The camera pans out of the car and fades out as the van drives off into the distance.
“Arent you excited?!”
Henry looked at her with a slight tilt of the head
“For what?”
“For everything! Your match this weekend, the trip to Lexington. Its going to be a blast!”
“Layla, we are about to climb into a van with John and Jerry and drive over 500 miles from here to Lexington Kentucky. That’s eight hours of driving. Now, while I will admit I am looking forward to my match, I am not looking forward to being stuck in the car with them for that long because Jerry thought it would save money. WOAH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
Henry had turned to see Layla carrying in another box and placing it on her bags.
“Im bringing the bees….”
“You are not bringing the fucking bees in the van. Get out of here. No. Not happening”
“But were gonna be gone for like 4 days. Who is going to care for them?”
“Theyre bees. They live without human intervention their entire lives. Im sure they’ll be fine. I am not traveling eight hours with a cardboard box full of angry bees in the back of the car.”
Layla looks unhappy but seems to understand how that might not go so well.
“Fineeeeeeee, I will put them back”
“Thank you”
As Layla puts the bees back in the hive, an old dodge caravan pulls up in front of the house and honks the horn. Jerry jumps out of the passenger seat and flings the sliding door open.
“Lord Help us all” Henry mutters to himself as he grabs his bags and heads out the front door
“Henry babyyyyyyy, you ready to kick some ass this week?!”
“If we make it there alive…sure. How old is this thing?”
“It’s a 96. Super great rate on it.”
“Don’t you think we should have gotten something a little newer? I didn’t even know rental places still had cars this old”
“Oh they got em. You just gotta know how to look. This thing is great value for the money. They don’t make vans like this anymore”
“No, they definitely don’t. Now they all have airbags”
“This thing has an airbag. It doesn’t work but its got one. We aren’t going to crash it anyway. Throw your bags in the back. Im gonna go help Layla with hers”
Jerry gives Henry a wink as he heads for the door. Henry tosses his bag in the back and climbs into the van. The lining on the ceiling is torn in a few places and hangs down low in the back. The van smells a bit like old gym socks. John is nestled comfortably behind the steering wheel. He appears to be sleeping.
“I don’t need your fucking help Jerry!”
Henry looks over to see Layla storming towards the van with her bag in her hands. Jerry is looking a bit confused. Henry chuckles to himself
“Moron….”
Layla throws her bags into the van and climbs in next to Henry. Jerry slowly getsin the passenger seat next to John
“I was only trying to Help, Layla”
“Why? Because im a girl you assume I cant carry my own bags?”
“Just thought it might be polite…..”
“Fuck you Jerry”
Jerry tosses his hands up
“Ok”
Henry looks over at Layla and gives her a look that tells her shes over reacting. She returns it with a childish pouty face. Henry laughs. Jerry taps John on the side and he startles awake.
“Huh? What? Oh hello everybody. Welcome to El Caro del Landsman. Its about 5:15 in the morning and our estimated drive time is EIGHT FUCKING HOURS!!!! Please sit back and enjoy the ride. It resulted in a grand savings of 36 dollars per person. Hope everyone is glad we aren’t flying”
John puts the van in drive and pulls off the curb. Henry dozes off in the back seat and in what seems like only a moment is being tapped awake by Layla. Henry slowly opens his eyes and sees laylas face pressed almost completely against his.
“What the hell?”
“You were snoring”
“Oh. Sorry. Where are we?”
“Some sort of mountain park or something in West Virginia. Look how pretty!”
Henry looks out the window and admittedly, the area surrounding them is beautiful. Layla presses her face against the window and stares out at the mountains in awe. Jerry is asleep and John calls back to Henry
“So Spearman, you looking forward to this match?”
“I look forward to all my matches. This ones going to be tough though. Archer is ridiculously talented and so is Kane.”
“Yea but you’ve got a hell of a partner yourself. Ive seen mikey extreme quite a few times. Guy can flat out go. That superkick? Easily one of the best ive ever seen. I mean, the way he drives it home is insane. I reckon it’s the hardest kick in the country. You two shouldn’t have any problem”
Henry furls his brow a bit
“John, have you even been watching the show lately?”
“What do you mean? Of course I watch the show”
“There is literally not one person in the entire company that wants me to lose this match more than Mikey Extreme. You realize that right? Mikey might be one of the top guys in the business right now but I cant trust him for shit. This match ends up basically coming down to a three on one. You’ve got Archer and Kane trying to win and you’ve got Mikey Extreme trying to ensure I lose. The man is literally insane and since I superkicked him he has been completely batshit crazy trying to get his revenge. He thought he would get it at revenge and he didn’t. Sure, he may have the last entry at War now but who walked out of the arena that day on his own two feet? Me. I sent a message at revenge, I don’t need to enter war last to win it. To me, hitting that superkick again was sooo worth it. The look on Mikeys face that night as amazing but look at what it has done to him. Mikey doesn’t care about winning this match. This is a revenge thing for him. Mikey wants to see me hurt. He wants to see me lose. He wants to see me out of the fight forever. This is not a tag team match John, this is a three on one match.”
John Ponders in silence for a moment
“You need to calm the fuck down bro. You know, when you were Neforian, nothing bothered you. Nothing riled you up. You were impossible to rattle. You could take the most stacked odds there were and somehow not be phased. That’s why you were so good. That’s why you were a champion. Now you’ve moved past that and, frankly, thank god but you still need to hold on to that mentality. The odds may be stacked against you here but you are Henry fucking Spearman. You are THE Spear man. You possess the one move in the WCF that is equal to Mikeys superkick and can turn the tide of a match in a split second. Who the fuck is Mikey Extreme to get inside your head?”
Henry slowly nods his head in agreement
“You know something John, you’re right. Fuck this guy. Mikey Extreme is not going to stand in my way any longer and I am not going to run from that superkick either. This week I am focused on winning. If Mikey wants to work as a team fine. If he wants to work as enemies that’s just as good by me. I will win this week. I will beat Adrian archer, I will beat Damian Kane, and if I have to I will beat Mikey Extreme. Henry Spearman will emerge from this match as the winner. With or without anyones help.”
“And you know something else John. After this week is said and done, I am going to march into War as the number one entrant. I am going to beat everyone they throw at me and When Mikey Extreme enters that match as the last man, I will be standing there to greet him. I will be tired, I will be hurt, I will be on my last breathe but I will stand in the center of the ring and I will fight mikey extreme. And when the dust clears, when all is said and done. It will be Henry Spearman who stands victorious.
John Nods his head adnd pounds the steering whell.
“That’s what Im fucking talking about! Lexington Kentucky, here we come”
The camera pans out of the car and fades out as the van drives off into the distance.
