Post by spike on Oct 30, 2016 20:48:47 GMT -5
Saturday October 29, 2016
Rose Medical Center Denver, CO
A waiting room can be seen, various miserable looking people sitting about, waiting to see a Dr. One man stands out from the crowd, a heavy set man with messy hair, and a full beard, clad in almost all black clothing. While everyone else seems to be nervous, or ill, this man simply looks annoyed. The crowd begins to thin out, one by one, until a handful of patients remain.
Nurse: Mr. Johnson, Mr. Harry Johnson. The doctor will see you now.
Spike: (Raising up from his seat, a look of utter disgust on his face) Madame, the name is SPIKE. Mr. Johnson is dead, he is dead to me, and he is dead to the world. That is the name my parents had given me, and I simply refuse to allow it to be used.
Nurse: Yeah, ok. Well, the doc is waiting. Right this way, please.
Spike closes his eyes for a brief spell, shakes his head, and follows the nurse as he takes a deep breath. They walk down a narrow corridor that is lined with doors, they continue for an uncomfortable amount of time, before finally reaching their destination. The nurse motions to the door, and Spike walks by her, his expression never changing. The nurse follows him in, and asks him to sit on the bed. The Cody Cannibal slowly approaches the bed, takes a seat, and traces the nurses body with his eyes. A moment passes, and the nurse exits the room, leaving Spike to his own devices. Spike hops off of the bed, and begins to search the room, it was an old habit of his, he liked to get a feel for a room in case anything were going to happen. An uncertain amount of time passes, and a knock can be heard on the door. The Dr. a man with a medium build, graysish hair that seems to be thinning, and your standard lab coat, walks in to the room.
Dr. James: Mr. Johnson, I mean Steel. Nice to see you again, now as I told you over the phone your results are back. I'm not sure how to quite tell you this, but I can not in good conscience allow you to wrestle. I mean look at you, what was that last thing you ate?
Spike: Girl Scout
Dr. James: Girl Scout cookies Mr. Steel, I understand they are tasty but, they aren't exactly the most healthy thing for a person to eat.
Spike: Believe she was a Samoan.
Dr. James: Caramel Delight, I believe they call them now.
Spike: Oh, it was a delight, that much is true.
Dr. James: My point being this, Mr. Steel. You are in decent enough shape, but you just shouldn't risk taking to many shots at your age. One wrong move, and you could be in a wheel chair for the rest of your natural life. I mean, what makes you think you can still wrestle? What makes you've still "Got it"?
Steel's face contorts into a grimace, turns to face the doctor, and unzips his pants. The doc cocks an eyebrow, and begins to look around frantically. Steel then pulls his testicles out of his pants, and waits for the Dr to shift his gaze downward, and once he does he clamps on to the soft tissue around the throat with his left hand. Spike squeezes firmly, causing the doctor to squirm, and writhe in agony.
Spike: I don't know doc, I seem to be able to handle myself pretty well. Wouldn't you say?
Dr. James doesn't answer right away, so Spike squeezes with a little more pressure, making Dr. James squeal, and nod. Spike's usual calm disposition disappears, and is replaced with an impish grin. Spike revels in Dr. James suffering, the more he hurts the man, the more he seems to enjoy himself.
Spike: Oh good, so you'll sign. Because I'd be so upset if I had to miss an opportunity to rip into John Blade.
Dr. James: (Having slight trouble speaking) John Blade, you're fighting John Blade? Why didn't you say that. Let me go, I'll sign the damn release!
Spike: Well, he's one of the opponents. Of course, Alicia Hixx and Courtney Leinart are also in the match. But they, they will be but mere side dishes, It's Blade I want, and it's Blade who I am going to sink my teeth into. Knowing that information, are you still willing to sign the papers. Understand this, if you say no, I know of a way to make your suffering far worse. That bin of discarded needles over there, for example. You ever play bobbing for hypodermics? Just say no, and you can.
Dr. James: Oh, oh god. No, please. I'll sign, I'll sign, I'll sign damn it!
Spike: Good man. Oh, and while we're here. I'm going to need a prescription, we are in Colorado after all, I'd be remissed if I didn't partake in the legality of your herbs. That is, if you don't mind. No pressure.
Spike peers into Dr. James' eyes, waiting for the slightest hint of hesitation. When he didn't meet any resistance, Spike released The Steel Trap, causing to fall to his knees and go into a coughing fit. Spike calmly grabs the notepad out of the Dr's pocket, and tosses it onto the ground in front of him. Dr. James, not wanting a repeat performance, writes like a man possessed. While this is going on, Spike turns toward the camera. As the camera pans in, getting a tight shot of Spike's face, Steel smiles.
Spike: Sunday is fast approaching, so John, Courtney, Alicia, you should make peace. Because you go into the match with a madman, and I won't hesitate to eat each, and every, one of you. Like I told the good doctor here, It's John Blade I have my eye on for my main course, but I'll settle for Alicia Hixx and Courtney Leinart as side dishes. Come Glory, I will feed.
The screen fades to black, as Spike turns his attention back to the doctor who is attempting to get back to his feet.
Rose Medical Center Denver, CO
A waiting room can be seen, various miserable looking people sitting about, waiting to see a Dr. One man stands out from the crowd, a heavy set man with messy hair, and a full beard, clad in almost all black clothing. While everyone else seems to be nervous, or ill, this man simply looks annoyed. The crowd begins to thin out, one by one, until a handful of patients remain.
Nurse: Mr. Johnson, Mr. Harry Johnson. The doctor will see you now.
Spike: (Raising up from his seat, a look of utter disgust on his face) Madame, the name is SPIKE. Mr. Johnson is dead, he is dead to me, and he is dead to the world. That is the name my parents had given me, and I simply refuse to allow it to be used.
Nurse: Yeah, ok. Well, the doc is waiting. Right this way, please.
Spike closes his eyes for a brief spell, shakes his head, and follows the nurse as he takes a deep breath. They walk down a narrow corridor that is lined with doors, they continue for an uncomfortable amount of time, before finally reaching their destination. The nurse motions to the door, and Spike walks by her, his expression never changing. The nurse follows him in, and asks him to sit on the bed. The Cody Cannibal slowly approaches the bed, takes a seat, and traces the nurses body with his eyes. A moment passes, and the nurse exits the room, leaving Spike to his own devices. Spike hops off of the bed, and begins to search the room, it was an old habit of his, he liked to get a feel for a room in case anything were going to happen. An uncertain amount of time passes, and a knock can be heard on the door. The Dr. a man with a medium build, graysish hair that seems to be thinning, and your standard lab coat, walks in to the room.
Dr. James: Mr. Johnson, I mean Steel. Nice to see you again, now as I told you over the phone your results are back. I'm not sure how to quite tell you this, but I can not in good conscience allow you to wrestle. I mean look at you, what was that last thing you ate?
Spike: Girl Scout
Dr. James: Girl Scout cookies Mr. Steel, I understand they are tasty but, they aren't exactly the most healthy thing for a person to eat.
Spike: Believe she was a Samoan.
Dr. James: Caramel Delight, I believe they call them now.
Spike: Oh, it was a delight, that much is true.
Dr. James: My point being this, Mr. Steel. You are in decent enough shape, but you just shouldn't risk taking to many shots at your age. One wrong move, and you could be in a wheel chair for the rest of your natural life. I mean, what makes you think you can still wrestle? What makes you've still "Got it"?
Steel's face contorts into a grimace, turns to face the doctor, and unzips his pants. The doc cocks an eyebrow, and begins to look around frantically. Steel then pulls his testicles out of his pants, and waits for the Dr to shift his gaze downward, and once he does he clamps on to the soft tissue around the throat with his left hand. Spike squeezes firmly, causing the doctor to squirm, and writhe in agony.
Spike: I don't know doc, I seem to be able to handle myself pretty well. Wouldn't you say?
Dr. James doesn't answer right away, so Spike squeezes with a little more pressure, making Dr. James squeal, and nod. Spike's usual calm disposition disappears, and is replaced with an impish grin. Spike revels in Dr. James suffering, the more he hurts the man, the more he seems to enjoy himself.
Spike: Oh good, so you'll sign. Because I'd be so upset if I had to miss an opportunity to rip into John Blade.
Dr. James: (Having slight trouble speaking) John Blade, you're fighting John Blade? Why didn't you say that. Let me go, I'll sign the damn release!
Spike: Well, he's one of the opponents. Of course, Alicia Hixx and Courtney Leinart are also in the match. But they, they will be but mere side dishes, It's Blade I want, and it's Blade who I am going to sink my teeth into. Knowing that information, are you still willing to sign the papers. Understand this, if you say no, I know of a way to make your suffering far worse. That bin of discarded needles over there, for example. You ever play bobbing for hypodermics? Just say no, and you can.
Dr. James: Oh, oh god. No, please. I'll sign, I'll sign, I'll sign damn it!
Spike: Good man. Oh, and while we're here. I'm going to need a prescription, we are in Colorado after all, I'd be remissed if I didn't partake in the legality of your herbs. That is, if you don't mind. No pressure.
Spike peers into Dr. James' eyes, waiting for the slightest hint of hesitation. When he didn't meet any resistance, Spike released The Steel Trap, causing to fall to his knees and go into a coughing fit. Spike calmly grabs the notepad out of the Dr's pocket, and tosses it onto the ground in front of him. Dr. James, not wanting a repeat performance, writes like a man possessed. While this is going on, Spike turns toward the camera. As the camera pans in, getting a tight shot of Spike's face, Steel smiles.
Spike: Sunday is fast approaching, so John, Courtney, Alicia, you should make peace. Because you go into the match with a madman, and I won't hesitate to eat each, and every, one of you. Like I told the good doctor here, It's John Blade I have my eye on for my main course, but I'll settle for Alicia Hixx and Courtney Leinart as side dishes. Come Glory, I will feed.
The screen fades to black, as Spike turns his attention back to the doctor who is attempting to get back to his feet.
