Strange Meeting

[TPK]

The scene opens shortly after Spike's elimination from neXus V. The Cody Master of Carnage sits on a cold metal table, a Dr. pacing back and forth, clipboard in hand.

Dr.: Lacerations, a few bruises, nothing a couple of stitches and some rest won't help with. You really should take it easy though Spike.

Spike: Gimme a break, you know what I do. I bet you feed that bullshit to everyone else who passes through here. Do they ever listen? No, then perhaps it's time you shut the fuck up and either let me go or stitch me up.

The good doctor taps his clipboard lightly, clicks his tongue, and shrugs. He wasn't going to argue with Spike, hell he was in total agreement but he wasn't about to tell HIM that. Doc then slowly begins his job, stitching Spike up ever so carefully, making sure not to hurt the man too much. Once finished, the Dr. walks out of the room, unknown to Spike. Suddenly, Spike feels a pair of hands begin to massage his shoulders, "This Dr. has some big fucking hands" Spike thought to himself, but thought nothing more of it. Believing it to be something to do with his treatment.


Spike: This is odd, you sure this is necessary? No offense, I'm just not use to being rubbed on by another guy.

No answer from who Spike thought was still the doctor, the pair of hands continued to work their magic on Steel's shoulders, but began to slowly wander a little further south. Spike's eyes double in size, when Doc walks back into the room and stands in front of him, if it wasn't HIM doing this to him...then who in the hell was it. Shit...just...got...WEIRD!


TBC By You Know Who.

[Wolverina]

Just as Spike yelps and turns around, those big bear paws manage to cop a feel of his brownie cheeks. Steel's eye get even wider as there before him stood not a man, but a giant. No, not even a giant, that's an understatement. Before him stood a Behemogod. Spike kicks at the man to create distance, and rolls off the metal bed, seeking refuge immediately in the corner. He also picks up a stray needle in the process, holding it in front of him as though it were a intimidating bowie knife.

"DUDE! WHO OR WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU? DON'T COME ANY DAMNED CLOSER OF I'LL GUT YOU."

The mountain of a man holds out his hands in a peaceful, non hostile gesture, a sweet smile (yet unnatural seeing as it does not belong on the face of a fierce giant) beaming from his enormous face. The voice this mastodon speaks with is in stark contrast to his immense size. His tone is feminine sounding. The giant holds up a hand, his wrist gayly limp. By now all the medical personnel have cowardly scattered away, leaving the two alone.

"Shhh. I am only trying to help. My name is Master Bates, yes I hold the moniker of Master. I am quite rich actually. But GHW didn't like my name, claimed it was too 'suggestive'. So you may call me simply, Jamie the Giant. I know this is a shock to you and out of the blue, so just hear me out mmmmkaaayyy? I am here to help you. I've had my eye on your for a little bit now. I feel drawn to you. In fact, I am so in.. I mean so fond of you, that I even signed a contract before NeXus, and planned to be a late entrant in the Nexus Drathmatch in order to finally meet you and help you win. But, sadly, my nail appointment that evening ran late into the night, and I just plume didn't have time to make it to the arena. BUT LOOK at mah nailz, they pretty aren't they?"

In a wholly girlish manner, the huge man shows Spike his cute, pink and gold and purple glittery colored fingernails. All poor Spike can do is look on in utter disbelief. He quickly chalks it up to a harsh acid flashback or something, and closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. When they open, the 7'6' 500 pound maimer is still there wiggling his fingers. Spike screams a little bit then just stares at the man.

"I know. It'll take some getting used to. I was thinking though, maybe I could be your bodyguard, cause hot dayum I'd LOVE to guard.... (looks Spike up and down seductively) ... YOUR body.