In the USA House,

Brandon Saad stood swinging around a pair of nunchucks in his hand. He had on a long black leather coat with silky black pants. He wore a hood over his head and looked like a natural badass. He looked around the room for his opponent, who’d made a barricade of stone spikes in a circle around himself.

“Come on, Dorsett, don’t be such a coward!” Brandon catcalled.

“I’m not a coward, Saad.”

Derek Dorsett was dressed in a black, blue and white armored suit and was hunched over in his “cell” muttering to himself and trying to control himself. For if he exploded in anger...well, Brandon Saad would not want to see that...

“Come on Dor…” Brandon said. “Don’t do this…I wanna end this as soon as possible, I don’t have time for games!”

“Games? This is a game to you?” Dorsett spun around, fire glittering in his eyes and the hunger for battle. He threw his hands out to the sides of him and commanded the spikes to lower. Then he stood up and walked out of the area he’d been in. “You’ve just awoken the beast, American.”

Brandon stepped back, but kept his cool and remained prepared for whatever the Canuck pest had in store for him. “You’re all talk right now, Dor.”

Dorsett flung his hand out, as he generated a sharp spike from his own bones. The sharp icicle-looking spike flew at Brandon, who wasn’t quick enough to dodge it. Instead it caught his coat and sent him flying backward into a wall, pinning him there. Dorsett let a series of spikes fly out, so that Brandon was stuck to the wall by the spikes and held there.

The hero grunted in an effort to pull himself off the wall and get free from the sharp daggers that held him in place.

“Heh-heh, where’s all that strong talk now, baby Blackhawk?” Dorsett chirped, as he padded forward. He halted directly before the stunned American forward, his head cocked to the side and he flicked out his hand and let another spike dart slide out.

Brandon pulled at the spikes but couldn’t get himself out. Then he gave up trying to slip free with the coat and slipped out of it. He dropped to the floor, in just a black tank top and the pants. He charged at Dorsett and sent him skidding backward.

Dorsett swiped at him with his spiked hand and managed to cut Brandon below the eye. He snickered wickedly and dug his feet into the tiled floor of the lobby of the USA House as best as he could and managed to stop them both.

The Blackhawk and Canuck then instigated in hand-to-hand combat. Brandon punched Dorsett in the face but this only made him furious-er. The villain unleashed a loud, echoing roar and spikes shot out of him like he was a porcupine.

“What are you, some kind of mutant?” Brandon spat.

“Not a mutant, just a very pissed off Osteokinetic pest from the Vancouver Canucks who hates Blackhawks like yourself!” He tensed up and looked ready to burst and possibly hurt the American-born Blackhawk.

Brandon went to his utility belt, which was around his waist and carried two of his prized weapons: a sword and a collapsable stick that could be turned into nunchucks. He went for the stick first, whipping it out and pulling the ends apart. He spun them around skillfully like a Bruce Lee character.

“That’s cute.” Dorsett growled and lunged at Brandon, who whacked him with the nunchucks and then wrapped the string part around the Canuck’s neck. The villain, however, responded by kicking Brandon in the face and then shooting a spike at him, getting him in the shoulder.

Brandon let go the nunchucks and staggered backward. He yanks the spike out of his shoulder and flung it to the side. He narrowed his eyes at Dorsett, who was gloating as he threw the nunchucks to the ground.

“You’re really no match for me, Brandon Saad, though I do commend your efforts and your false-hope bravery.”

“Shut up!” The Blackhawk charged forward again, whipping out his sword now. He swung it at Dorsett, who craned his neck back out of the way and chopped one of his bone-spikes off of his shoulder. It fell to the floor of the House with a high-pitched clang.

Dorsett roared and sent a barrage of spike darts at Brandon, who dodged them all and even swung the sword around, cutting through and blocking a few. None hit him. He jumped up into the air, dodging another one and rolled on the floor, before he jumped back to his feet and faced Dorsett.

“You were saying--?” Brandon remarked, holding his sword up in duel-type fashion.

Dorsett glowered. “What do you know, little Brandon “Daredevil” Saad has game? But not for long.”

“Bring it Canuck!”

They met again, Brandon swing his sword around and Dorsett attempting to puncture him with his spikes. Though Brandon knew his shoulder was bleeding and it was screaming at him, he pushed away the pain and focused on beating the villain. It was like playing hockey, you fought through the pain and finished your shift no matter what. Even if that shift had you fighting a supervillain who could generate spikes from his bones.

At one point, Brandon lost his sword but he dove for his nunchucks and snatched them up. He whipped them out at Dorsett, who was bearing down on him. He wrapped up the villain’s ankle and then gave a sharp yank, causing the pest to stumble and crash to the floor. They grabbed one another and rolled around the circular lobby floor, grunting and shouting with a furious vengeance to win.

They eventually broke apart and sprang to their feet. They lunged at each other and Brandon grabbed Dorsett’s fists. They growled at each other, standing there in the center of the lobby. One all-black Blackhawk forward and one Canuck with spikes protruding from his skin.

Suddenly Dorsett kicked out with his foot, which had a spike protruding from it and he jammed his foot into Brandon’s shin. The spike’s sharp point dug into the Blackhawk’s leg, penetrating his pants and his skin. Brandon howled in agony and let go of Dorsett. He crashed to the ground, bleeding from the wound.

Dorsett followed up by shooting more spike darts at the fallen hero. Two stuck into Brandon’s back, another stuck into his already-punctured shoulder and another one stuck into his side. Brandon reached out for his sword, which happened to be a few feet away. If he could just reach it…

...he was almost there…

...when Dorsett produced a spike from the palm of his hand and, with a loud cry, jammed it into the Blackhawk forward’s chest. Brandon convulsed and gasped for air feeling pain overwhelm him.

Dorsett snickered and kicked him, this time with no spikes protruding from him. He shrugged, spat at Brandon and stormed out of the House, leaving the Blackhawk to moan, gasp for air and bleed out to his death.

However…

Dorsett didn’t make it far, as he was met by a blue-tinted steel fist. Nikita Nesterov, Gabriel Landeskog, and Nathan Mackinnon stood in the doorway to the House.

“Nesty, deal with the villain, we got Brandon!” Gabriel said.

Nathan and his Avalanche captain darted over to Brandon, who had his eyes squeezed tightly together and was in a great deal of pain. Gabriel pulled the spikes out of him and then he and Nathan worked together to slow the bleeding. But Gabriel felt Brandon’s heartbeat slowing with each second.

“He needs Tyler and Patrick!” Gabriel whispered to Nathan.

Nathan nodded. “Will he make it the trip to the UC?”

Gabriel nodded, somberly. He turned back and looked at Brandon. “He’s gotta! Come on, Brandon, we’re gonna get you help, hang in there.” Then he snatched up the nunchucks and sword and gestured to Nikita, who had been keeping an eye on the villain, who was still out cold.

The Lightning defenseman darted over and picked Brandon up, scooping him into his big, muscular arms, which were no longer steel.

“Damn, Nesty, I think you may have knocked him out cold for life!” Nathan remarked with a slight teasing tone to his voice.

“I no mean do it. I no mean kill spike dude. It accident.”

“It’s okay, Nikita, if you killed him, it doesn’t matter, you did the Hockey Heroes good,” Gabriel stated. “You’re a good hero, Nesty. We’re lucky to have you!”

“Thanks, Gabe.”

They quickly launched out of the House and headed toward the UC, wasting no time at all. They soon met up with a few other players, including Brent Seabrook, who was stunned over Brandon’s unconscious, bleeding body.

Notes

Oh no!!!! Brandon!!! Is Saader gonna make it out of this alive????
Read on to find out.
Wow that was cheesy. Sorry.
Anyway.... A Shruinger, now it will make sense. :)