Post by spike on Nov 19, 2016 21:00:49 GMT -5
Off Camera
Backstage After Glory - Denver
We open to a shot of the locker room of Spike Steel, Spike and Silas can be seen hanging out. Spike sits casually on a steel folding chair, as Silas strums away melodically on a guitar in the background.
Spike: You showed Jenson Idol you aren't to be fucked with, nicely done Si.
Silas: You're damn right Spike, and you well, you lost. Albeit not directly, so I guess there is that.
Spike: Yeah, yeah there is that.
Silas was about to make another point, when a loud banging can be heard on the locker room door. The two men glance at one another and to the door, neither really wants to answer it, but Spike being slightly closer to the door sighs and gets to his feet. As he inches closer to the door, the banging becomes louder, and more impatient. Spike, talks at the door "Hold your horses, I'm coming." Then proceeds to pull the door open, standing in the door way is Mallow and a slightly older woman.
Spike: Steel residence, how may I direct your call?
April: Cut the shit Spike, I know you know me!
Spike: I've meet a lot of women over the years, what makes you think I'd remember one?
April: Well how many of them have you slept with?
Spike: Once again I have...
April: Yeah, ok I get it. Well, allow me to refresh your memory. Denver about eighteen years ago, bathroom of a Waffle House?
Spike: April, long time no see. To what do I owe the pleasure.
April: Look, asshole. I can't take this damn kid anymore. He curses like a sailor, he is constantly getting into fights, and he won't stop talking about...is that Silas Subhuman?
Silas stops playing, walks up to the woman, and hands her an autographed photo. April looks down at the picture, then up at Si, then back down at the picture. all the while Silas had gone back to his seat and resumed his little one man jam session.
Silas: No charge, this time.
April: Um, gee "Thanks." Anyway, he won't stop talking about HIM! I've played mommy long enough, it's time the father step in and take charge.
Spike: You know what, I completely agree. And when you find, him you should definitely let him know.
April: That's what I am trying to tell you, this is YOUR kid. He's got your name for GOd's sake Harry.
Mallow: God, I hate that fucking name.
Spike: Yeah, you and me both Mallow. Tell you what, once we ditch the buzz kill, we'll get it changed up nice and legal. You can even pick out the name you want, I'd go Spike Jr. but that's just me.
April starts to say something in protest, but Spike simply leads Mallow into the locker room, and slams the door in April's face.
On Camera
Unknown Location
We open to a dimly light room, Spike Steel stands by an Anvil and can be seen hammering away on a piece of metal. He does this several times, before Mallow takes a pair of tongs, lifts the piece, and dunks it into a vat of water. An audible hiss can be heard, as the water super cools the molten metal.
Spike: Sanchez, you are in for a bit of a match this week kid. For you see, we are forged differently. Life experiences make us who we are, and I have way more than you do. I've been hammered down more times than I can even count, I've been beaten, and I have always gotten back up. I'm like Steel though, you can hammer away all you like, but you add a little heat and I just get stronger and stronger.
Mallow: Yeah, bitch!
Spike: I have this Mallow, but thanks for the support. You, you're like this shield here.
Spike pulls out a nice looking shield, the camera pans around it, getting a good look at it from every angle. Satisfied the audience has gotten their fill, Spike gently places the Shield on the table and returns his focus to the camera.
Spike: Me, I am like this sword here. Sure, it may look old, and it has some notches in it. Let's just say this damn thing has seen better days, but it's still strong, it's been broken in, and it's still more than able to do some damage. Observe.
Spike looks over to Mallow, and nods as he hands him the weapon. Mallow gets an impish grin on his face, and slams the blade hard down into the shield shattering it into several tiny pieces.
Spike: You see, while you may look sturdy, you are just shoddily built. Sure, you shimmer, and you shine, and you would definitely win this match if we were going by looks. But as I have stated before, it is about far more than that, I am war forged, I am built for this kind of thing. You, well you will just be another victim. Much like this shield here, I am going to smash your body and you will crumble under the weight of Steel. I wish I could say I am sorry for what I am going to do to you, but I simply refuse to coddle you. I am telling you exactly how it is kid, you would do best to simply stay in the back, at least you would be able to leave the building under your own power that way. Oh and Sanchez, I'll see you on Sunday.
Backstage After Glory - Denver
We open to a shot of the locker room of Spike Steel, Spike and Silas can be seen hanging out. Spike sits casually on a steel folding chair, as Silas strums away melodically on a guitar in the background.
Spike: You showed Jenson Idol you aren't to be fucked with, nicely done Si.
Silas: You're damn right Spike, and you well, you lost. Albeit not directly, so I guess there is that.
Spike: Yeah, yeah there is that.
Silas was about to make another point, when a loud banging can be heard on the locker room door. The two men glance at one another and to the door, neither really wants to answer it, but Spike being slightly closer to the door sighs and gets to his feet. As he inches closer to the door, the banging becomes louder, and more impatient. Spike, talks at the door "Hold your horses, I'm coming." Then proceeds to pull the door open, standing in the door way is Mallow and a slightly older woman.
Spike: Steel residence, how may I direct your call?
April: Cut the shit Spike, I know you know me!
Spike: I've meet a lot of women over the years, what makes you think I'd remember one?
April: Well how many of them have you slept with?
Spike: Once again I have...
April: Yeah, ok I get it. Well, allow me to refresh your memory. Denver about eighteen years ago, bathroom of a Waffle House?
Spike: April, long time no see. To what do I owe the pleasure.
April: Look, asshole. I can't take this damn kid anymore. He curses like a sailor, he is constantly getting into fights, and he won't stop talking about...is that Silas Subhuman?
Silas stops playing, walks up to the woman, and hands her an autographed photo. April looks down at the picture, then up at Si, then back down at the picture. all the while Silas had gone back to his seat and resumed his little one man jam session.
Silas: No charge, this time.
April: Um, gee "Thanks." Anyway, he won't stop talking about HIM! I've played mommy long enough, it's time the father step in and take charge.
Spike: You know what, I completely agree. And when you find, him you should definitely let him know.
April: That's what I am trying to tell you, this is YOUR kid. He's got your name for GOd's sake Harry.
Mallow: God, I hate that fucking name.
Spike: Yeah, you and me both Mallow. Tell you what, once we ditch the buzz kill, we'll get it changed up nice and legal. You can even pick out the name you want, I'd go Spike Jr. but that's just me.
April starts to say something in protest, but Spike simply leads Mallow into the locker room, and slams the door in April's face.
On Camera
Unknown Location
We open to a dimly light room, Spike Steel stands by an Anvil and can be seen hammering away on a piece of metal. He does this several times, before Mallow takes a pair of tongs, lifts the piece, and dunks it into a vat of water. An audible hiss can be heard, as the water super cools the molten metal.
Spike: Sanchez, you are in for a bit of a match this week kid. For you see, we are forged differently. Life experiences make us who we are, and I have way more than you do. I've been hammered down more times than I can even count, I've been beaten, and I have always gotten back up. I'm like Steel though, you can hammer away all you like, but you add a little heat and I just get stronger and stronger.
Mallow: Yeah, bitch!
Spike: I have this Mallow, but thanks for the support. You, you're like this shield here.
Spike pulls out a nice looking shield, the camera pans around it, getting a good look at it from every angle. Satisfied the audience has gotten their fill, Spike gently places the Shield on the table and returns his focus to the camera.
Spike: Me, I am like this sword here. Sure, it may look old, and it has some notches in it. Let's just say this damn thing has seen better days, but it's still strong, it's been broken in, and it's still more than able to do some damage. Observe.
Spike looks over to Mallow, and nods as he hands him the weapon. Mallow gets an impish grin on his face, and slams the blade hard down into the shield shattering it into several tiny pieces.
Spike: You see, while you may look sturdy, you are just shoddily built. Sure, you shimmer, and you shine, and you would definitely win this match if we were going by looks. But as I have stated before, it is about far more than that, I am war forged, I am built for this kind of thing. You, well you will just be another victim. Much like this shield here, I am going to smash your body and you will crumble under the weight of Steel. I wish I could say I am sorry for what I am going to do to you, but I simply refuse to coddle you. I am telling you exactly how it is kid, you would do best to simply stay in the back, at least you would be able to leave the building under your own power that way. Oh and Sanchez, I'll see you on Sunday.
