Actually, I never thought the Gyrspike was a big deal, assuming you (good advice in general) ignore the picture. A longsword with a short flail attached to the handle is completely useless, granted....but with a longer, weighted chain attached to the hilt you have a weapon that isn't very fundamentally different than the Kusari-gama, which is a real weapon. (Chain with a kama on one end)
Then again, I kinda liked the Orc Shot put, too. There's something inherently appealing about smashing people in the face with an oversized bowling ball and pretending it's a sophisticated cultural combat art.
Monastic Orc Shot-put Master: "When you can snatch the Shot-put from my hand, young stinky bug, you will be ready to leave my tent."
Enthusiastic Pupil: You're On! *Grabs shot-put in two-hands and begins yanking hard.*
"Auuugh! Come on! What'd you do, superglue it to your hands?"
"With Age comes Wisdom and..."
"Seriously, I can see the glue, all over your hands. You friggen nutcase! Arrg! *Plants foot in elders face and begins pulling with all his strength*
"Yesssss, it's coming loose!
"You should have more respect for your elders....*Older Orc kicks pupil viciously in the groin.*
"Ohhhhhh! You dirty, dirty, dwarf loving bastard!" *Drops Shotput from sheer agony and shock. Shotput lands on younger Orcs foot*
"Aiiiiiigh!!!!!"
*Elder Orc stoops to pick up lump of lead, "accidently" rolling it over the pupils other foot in the process*
"For the Love of Grumshh, I give up! Have your stupid ball!" *begins rolling on the ground moaning in agony*
"When you can take the shot-put from my hands, you will be ready to leave my tent."
"Your tent...friggen sucks...smells like rancid Behir Bladder in here"
"Orc who smealt it...dealt it."
"I'm so telling my mom about you...This has got to be Orc child abuse, or something"
"Old Shot-Put master already knows Stinkbugs mother...very well indeed. *Chuckles suggestively*
"....As soon as I'm done bleeding here, you are so dead...Bastard!"
Suddenly, I have the urge to play an Orc Monk...hmmm.