Post by spike on Dec 30, 2016 19:53:13 GMT -5
Off Camera
Asylum Academy
San Antonio, TX
Spike Steel paces in the ring, on either side of him are Jessica Downs, and his young son Mallow. Both parties don boxing gloves, while Spike is wearing what appears to be a makeshift Ref outfit. Jess seems hesitant to go along, but Mallow seems more than hyped, bouncing back and forth, and throwing quick jabs into the air.
Jessica: Spike, are you really going to make me fight a kid? I highly doubt I fight any chubby kids at any point in my career.
Mallow: Hey! I can hear you, you know. Besides, this is as much for my benefit as it is for yours.
Spike: He is correct, I figure that this is a good way to get both of you ready for any future conflict. You want to rep BLD, you have got to know how to fight. Plain and simple.
Jessica: But boxing? That's not really my style, and I don't really think it falls in line with Mallow's style either.
Spike: Just humor me.
Spike signals for the two combatants to come to the middle of the ring, and they has them tough gloves. Afterwards, he says "Ding Ding" and the two fighters come out swinging, but for all of Mallow's enthusiasm he lasts all of fifteen second, as Jessica lands a devastating right cross that floors Mallow.
Spike: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine and a half, nine and three quarters, ten! Ok, so now we know what YOU need to work on Mallow. Guess that's a wrap.
On Camera
Osaka, Japan
Backstage Locker Room
Spike: Let me see if I have got this right? My opponent thinks that "I" am the nice guy? She has seen me in the ring, right?
Jessica: I literally don't know dude, but that seems to be the gist of it.
Spike: Ez, I know you are seeing this. And, I have a message for you. Maybe, just maybe, you should have spent a little less time partying it up, and a little more time getting ready to fight. Because I can assure you, I am more than prepared to take you on. You are much smaller than me, you weigh nearly as much as a small child, and do not even get me started on my level of experience. You are not in my league, as a matter of fact I don't even think we are even playing the same sport. I will stop at nothing to win that world cup, I am going through you, and anyone else who gets in my path along the way. Even if that means I have to go through my good friend Mikhail to do it. I actually want that, because somebody needs to show these fans just how a match should be fought, and what better teachers than Mikhail, and Spike?
Jessica: So, you WANT to fight Mik? That guy doesn't hold back, he'll literally try to kick your head off. The guy has feet that could crumble a brick wall! It'd be crazy to WANT to go against him.
Spike: For a normal person, yeah. But, I am far from normal. I respect Mikhail, the man is family, he's like a brother. Brothers often fight, but unlike most brothers we wouldn't be fighting to settle a petty squabble. No, we would be fighting to advance a similar goal. Both of us want the Black Light District to win this, and in order for that to go down, one of us HAS to lose. We're both more than aware of that. That's ok though, because that also means one of us will win, and by doing so they'll take that next step toward ultimate victory.
Jessica: Yeah, but you still have to go through Ez in order to even think about fighting Mik.
Spike: Jessica, let's just say I'm going to crash her party. As "nice" as I may be on Twitter, I am something else entirely in a wrestling ring. I don't want to beat my opponents, anybody can beat another person. No, I want to rip my opponent limb from bloody limb, I want to eat their flesh, want to feel their bones snap in my hands. Ez, she is no different from any other who has or ever will stand before me. Don't think for a second that because she has the physique of a sixth grader I will take it easy on her. I would not do either of us justice that way. That bell rings, I am going to hit Big Steel Balls, and Ez will be like putty in my hands. I could pin her, hell I could even lock her up and go for total victory via submission. Who knows what I will do? I certainly do not.
Jessica: Just do me a favor big guy, don't underestimate the party girl. She's got Irish blood running through her veins, she may be fighting for Canada but that fact is going to come into play.
Spike: Irish, Canadian, makes no difference to me. Hell, all their blood will taste the same to me.
Jessica: Spike, just heed my advice. You've done plenty to help me out, I'm just trying to return the favor. It's the least I could do.
Spike: I know, you mean well. Do not doubt, I very much appreciate you looking out for my well being. And I will weigh your words, but in the end it is me who will be in the ring. And, I will do what I must. That much is certain, and I do believe my victory will be assured. I have every advantage out there, so unless she happens to be hiding a cape somewhere, this victory is all but mine. Then, then we will see who will be doing the partying when all is said and done.
EoT
Asylum Academy
San Antonio, TX
Spike Steel paces in the ring, on either side of him are Jessica Downs, and his young son Mallow. Both parties don boxing gloves, while Spike is wearing what appears to be a makeshift Ref outfit. Jess seems hesitant to go along, but Mallow seems more than hyped, bouncing back and forth, and throwing quick jabs into the air.
Jessica: Spike, are you really going to make me fight a kid? I highly doubt I fight any chubby kids at any point in my career.
Mallow: Hey! I can hear you, you know. Besides, this is as much for my benefit as it is for yours.
Spike: He is correct, I figure that this is a good way to get both of you ready for any future conflict. You want to rep BLD, you have got to know how to fight. Plain and simple.
Jessica: But boxing? That's not really my style, and I don't really think it falls in line with Mallow's style either.
Spike: Just humor me.
Spike signals for the two combatants to come to the middle of the ring, and they has them tough gloves. Afterwards, he says "Ding Ding" and the two fighters come out swinging, but for all of Mallow's enthusiasm he lasts all of fifteen second, as Jessica lands a devastating right cross that floors Mallow.
Spike: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine and a half, nine and three quarters, ten! Ok, so now we know what YOU need to work on Mallow. Guess that's a wrap.
On Camera
Osaka, Japan
Backstage Locker Room
Spike: Let me see if I have got this right? My opponent thinks that "I" am the nice guy? She has seen me in the ring, right?
Jessica: I literally don't know dude, but that seems to be the gist of it.
Spike: Ez, I know you are seeing this. And, I have a message for you. Maybe, just maybe, you should have spent a little less time partying it up, and a little more time getting ready to fight. Because I can assure you, I am more than prepared to take you on. You are much smaller than me, you weigh nearly as much as a small child, and do not even get me started on my level of experience. You are not in my league, as a matter of fact I don't even think we are even playing the same sport. I will stop at nothing to win that world cup, I am going through you, and anyone else who gets in my path along the way. Even if that means I have to go through my good friend Mikhail to do it. I actually want that, because somebody needs to show these fans just how a match should be fought, and what better teachers than Mikhail, and Spike?
Jessica: So, you WANT to fight Mik? That guy doesn't hold back, he'll literally try to kick your head off. The guy has feet that could crumble a brick wall! It'd be crazy to WANT to go against him.
Spike: For a normal person, yeah. But, I am far from normal. I respect Mikhail, the man is family, he's like a brother. Brothers often fight, but unlike most brothers we wouldn't be fighting to settle a petty squabble. No, we would be fighting to advance a similar goal. Both of us want the Black Light District to win this, and in order for that to go down, one of us HAS to lose. We're both more than aware of that. That's ok though, because that also means one of us will win, and by doing so they'll take that next step toward ultimate victory.
Jessica: Yeah, but you still have to go through Ez in order to even think about fighting Mik.
Spike: Jessica, let's just say I'm going to crash her party. As "nice" as I may be on Twitter, I am something else entirely in a wrestling ring. I don't want to beat my opponents, anybody can beat another person. No, I want to rip my opponent limb from bloody limb, I want to eat their flesh, want to feel their bones snap in my hands. Ez, she is no different from any other who has or ever will stand before me. Don't think for a second that because she has the physique of a sixth grader I will take it easy on her. I would not do either of us justice that way. That bell rings, I am going to hit Big Steel Balls, and Ez will be like putty in my hands. I could pin her, hell I could even lock her up and go for total victory via submission. Who knows what I will do? I certainly do not.
Jessica: Just do me a favor big guy, don't underestimate the party girl. She's got Irish blood running through her veins, she may be fighting for Canada but that fact is going to come into play.
Spike: Irish, Canadian, makes no difference to me. Hell, all their blood will taste the same to me.
Jessica: Spike, just heed my advice. You've done plenty to help me out, I'm just trying to return the favor. It's the least I could do.
Spike: I know, you mean well. Do not doubt, I very much appreciate you looking out for my well being. And I will weigh your words, but in the end it is me who will be in the ring. And, I will do what I must. That much is certain, and I do believe my victory will be assured. I have every advantage out there, so unless she happens to be hiding a cape somewhere, this victory is all but mine. Then, then we will see who will be doing the partying when all is said and done.
EoT
