Post by TPK on Apr 9, 2011 14:51:41 GMT -5
The scene opens up backstage, the hallway is densely populated with various groups of tech staffers going over various aspects of the show. Spike Steel wanders in off screen and is seemingly looking for someone or something.
Spike: Charlie...come out and play. God, I hate that little shit. YOU, with the hat, you're Charlie today get over here.
Out of the two or three people in the immideate area actually wearing hats, only one looks up, he points at himself and Spike slowly nods his head, rubbing his hands together at the same time. The man in the hat, who we shall just call Jeff as "the man in the hat" is kind of a silly name, approaches Spike and takes a moment to look him over. Jeff doesn't seem to be taking Spike seriously, in no small part due to his overall dress and grooming habits.
Jeff (Yeah THAT Jeff): This some kind of practical joke? What, is this send a homeless guy to fuck with your husband day or something?
Spike: Watch it Charlie, I'm not homeless...you obviously have me confused with Harry, while he has no real choice to dress and look the way he does, I do. I choose this look, now just zip it with the remarks or I might just CHOOSE to pound your face into a bloody pulp.
Jeff: No, I'm not Charlie. "I" am Jeff, Jeff...
Spike: You aren't anyone other than who I say you are CHARLIE, once this is all said and done, I honestly don't care if you want to put on a silk thong and call yourself Suzanne...but until then you...are...Charlie.
Jeff: Yeah, look, pal. If I were Charlie Coors, I'd be off interviewing an ACTUAL Fighty fighty person...which in hindsight is probably what he's doing.
Spike takes both of his hands, and runs them through his long brown locks, stopping when he reaches the back of his head. Balls of's eyes pan slightly in Jeff's direction, and his mouth turns downward in an almost menacing frown.
Spike: You have no idea, you don't know me YET! Just watch the show tonight, Spike Steel is going to show you, he's going to show FNC...and most importantly of all he's going to show Petrafus, that he...that is "I" am not to be taken lightly. A friend of mine on "The Other Show" told me this place had a pretty shitty backstage atmosphere, but I didn't think it was this bad. I've shed blood to be here, I've broken bones...some of them even my own! And what do I get for it, some snarky comment about how I am not "An Actual Fighty fighty person!" I'm starting to feel patriotic Charlie, but I am also a sporting man. So, I'll give you to the count of five to get out of my sight, else I'll chase you down and violate your right...all the while voicing mine. One...
Jeff, not sure how serious Spike is being at the moment stands there until about three, he sees Spike inching towards him and he hightails it out of the area. Spike doesn't give chase, he simply smiles and looks directly into the camera.
Spike: Now that we got rid of the negative, let's focus on the positive. NeXuS...you see, once a year GHW holds this glorious event, and once a year it tears the roof off of the arena. This year, the survivor will be the man you see standing before you today. I don't care who I have to mow down in order to do it, I say survive...simply due to the fact that NeXuS aint something you win, you either survive or you fade into the abyss, forever doomed to be just another victim. I refuse to be a victim, I refuse to just...go away. Now that being said, my fist...this one right here *Spike raises his right hand, balls it up into a fist, and shakes it wildly at the camera.* has a meeting with two hundred and seventy-five pounds of hellish skin and bones.
The scene fades as Spike forcefully pushes his way past the cameraman, and walks hastily towards the ringside area for his match up with Petrafus.
EoT
(Comments welcomed)
OOC: Just kind of wanted to promo with Spike, so figured I hype up two matches with one promo lol.
Spike: Charlie...come out and play. God, I hate that little shit. YOU, with the hat, you're Charlie today get over here.
Out of the two or three people in the immideate area actually wearing hats, only one looks up, he points at himself and Spike slowly nods his head, rubbing his hands together at the same time. The man in the hat, who we shall just call Jeff as "the man in the hat" is kind of a silly name, approaches Spike and takes a moment to look him over. Jeff doesn't seem to be taking Spike seriously, in no small part due to his overall dress and grooming habits.
Jeff (Yeah THAT Jeff): This some kind of practical joke? What, is this send a homeless guy to fuck with your husband day or something?
Spike: Watch it Charlie, I'm not homeless...you obviously have me confused with Harry, while he has no real choice to dress and look the way he does, I do. I choose this look, now just zip it with the remarks or I might just CHOOSE to pound your face into a bloody pulp.
Jeff: No, I'm not Charlie. "I" am Jeff, Jeff...
Spike: You aren't anyone other than who I say you are CHARLIE, once this is all said and done, I honestly don't care if you want to put on a silk thong and call yourself Suzanne...but until then you...are...Charlie.
Jeff: Yeah, look, pal. If I were Charlie Coors, I'd be off interviewing an ACTUAL Fighty fighty person...which in hindsight is probably what he's doing.
Spike takes both of his hands, and runs them through his long brown locks, stopping when he reaches the back of his head. Balls of's eyes pan slightly in Jeff's direction, and his mouth turns downward in an almost menacing frown.
Spike: You have no idea, you don't know me YET! Just watch the show tonight, Spike Steel is going to show you, he's going to show FNC...and most importantly of all he's going to show Petrafus, that he...that is "I" am not to be taken lightly. A friend of mine on "The Other Show" told me this place had a pretty shitty backstage atmosphere, but I didn't think it was this bad. I've shed blood to be here, I've broken bones...some of them even my own! And what do I get for it, some snarky comment about how I am not "An Actual Fighty fighty person!" I'm starting to feel patriotic Charlie, but I am also a sporting man. So, I'll give you to the count of five to get out of my sight, else I'll chase you down and violate your right...all the while voicing mine. One...
Jeff, not sure how serious Spike is being at the moment stands there until about three, he sees Spike inching towards him and he hightails it out of the area. Spike doesn't give chase, he simply smiles and looks directly into the camera.
Spike: Now that we got rid of the negative, let's focus on the positive. NeXuS...you see, once a year GHW holds this glorious event, and once a year it tears the roof off of the arena. This year, the survivor will be the man you see standing before you today. I don't care who I have to mow down in order to do it, I say survive...simply due to the fact that NeXuS aint something you win, you either survive or you fade into the abyss, forever doomed to be just another victim. I refuse to be a victim, I refuse to just...go away. Now that being said, my fist...this one right here *Spike raises his right hand, balls it up into a fist, and shakes it wildly at the camera.* has a meeting with two hundred and seventy-five pounds of hellish skin and bones.
The scene fades as Spike forcefully pushes his way past the cameraman, and walks hastily towards the ringside area for his match up with Petrafus.
EoT
(Comments welcomed)
OOC: Just kind of wanted to promo with Spike, so figured I hype up two matches with one promo lol.
