The Duel Masters Tournament
The story begins on the coastline of New England, there a boat, or more appropriately a small gondola, had drifted into port. On board was a solitary figure wearing a red shirt under a blue denim jacket, a pair of jeans, a red backpack, black sneakers, and on his face a pair of glasses. He carried with him a duffel bag and a hockey stick. His name is Aaron Marec, a teenager of eighteen, and with a bit of warmth in his heart.
He disembarked from his wooden vessel and climbed a shore onto the street. The shore was full of fog and it was already dark, but He knew something was coming his way. He looked at his right hand; a warm feeling was tingling inside. He looked back to the street and heard the rumbling of engine.
He jumped, twelve feet into the air, still carrying all of his stuff, just as a small green truck nearly ran him over! "Not so easy, I'm up here!" Aaron called down to the truck driver.
The truck came to a halt, as Aaron landed behind it, without a scratch. Out of the truck came a guy wearing an Indiana Jones hat, an orange shirt, bright blonde hair and blue eyes, jeans and a pair of steel toed boots. "What are you doing over there?" He asked.
"Wondering how they let you get a driver's license Dan." Aaron said, with a small grin, it had been awhile since he saw his old bud.
"Well get in, we're late as it is." He said, climbing back into his truck.
Aaron threw his stuff in the truck bed and got in as Dan took off down the road at 55 mph.
Meanwhile.
At the championship match of Varsity hockey league, it was towards the end of the third quarter. The score was twelve to nine. The local team was the Putnam Knives against the Thompson Bladers, and the home team had the lead.
The Bladers were forced on the defensive, the Knives offense was too strong to break through. The Knives were closing in; the clock was closing in from twenty seconds. Blader number 35 Jason Ruberts, was keeping his team surrounding the net as the Knives were coming in.
Goalie George Nickels watched as the lead scorer for the match, Knife number 6 Les Olsen, came barreling down the ice with two of his buddies charging to clear the net. Les skidded to a stop as the two knives knocked down Jase and Blader number 47 Bobby Edwards, and the other Bladers were trapped behind the net.
Les raised his stick for his patented snap shot, George closed his eyes, he had been nailed one time too many trying to catch it, and just waited for the inevitable. The puck was shot straight at George's head!
Just then, in sudden jerk, George's gloved left hand shot up and caught the puck, as the third quarter came to an end.
"What a save!" Shouted the announcer, "I've never seen a glove save like that, But still the same, the Bladers are out matched in this brutal onslaught, without a decent counterattack, the Knives will win this match with out a fight."
The teams went to their benches, every Blader was cheering George for the save. "Okay team were still in this, and we still have a chance." Said Coach Auclair.
"But coach were being run down, once they figured out our moves, they took back the lead." Said, number 59 Chris Jeririco.
"It'll take a miracle to hold on." Bobby said.
"Hark, I think that's our Cue." Said a loud voice that rung through the rink.
"That voice, could it be?" Jase wondered, with a bit a hope in his voice.
The doors of the Blader locker room opened and veil of fog came seeping out.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, something strange is happening in the Blader locker room, please stand by." The announcer said, trying to figure out himself.
The ref skated towards the fog, just then two figures bolted out of the fog and began to circle the rink. They both wore uniforms similar to the Bladers, however each had differences to the other. One was red and black with his stick a silver and black color, and his helmet was painted to resemble a certain Knight card. His jersey number was 32. The other was a bigger guy but his colors were an orange and black, his stick was light gray and his helmet was colored like a block of cement, jersey number 64.
The announcer looked at his roster, and read the numbers, "Number 32, Aaron Marec, and Number 64, Daniel Hammer. Oh my, Ladies and gentlemen it appears that The Blader star players, the Blade Bros. have just arrived!"
Both in the stands and on the Bench, a roar of applause came up. Both of the Bros headed up to the bench to meet a happy team. "Aaron and Dan reporting for duty." Aaron said.
"Looks like you guys could use a hand." Dan said.
"You can say that again, where've you guys been?" Bobby asked.
"Training, to say the least, now how bout we show these wannabes who's got the real edge around here?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah!" The team shouted.
"Alright, Jase, Chris, Bobby, George, everybody ready to go?" Dan asked.
"Let's go!" Chris shouted to his teammates as the teams got back on the ice.
Dan took the face off, against a pretty big Knife. He looked twice as big as Dan and he was breathing heavily like the average lunatic, "You ready to get pounded? Little man?"
He didn't answer, but he kept his eye on the puck as it was dropped. The big guy tried to knock Dan over, but Dan ducked and passed the puck behind. The giant tried to get to the puck by getting around Dan, but Dan lunged and slammed him into the boards. "How'd you enjoy getting Hammered? Little man?"
Aaron snatched the puck and made a break down the ice and the Knives swarming into stop him. "Whoa low bridge." He said as two tried to close line him. He ducked and shot, the puck went flying right through the gap between the goalie's legs.
The siren went of and the score was now 12 to 10. In the following rounds, Dan plowed right through to the goalie, and with twenty seconds left on the clock Chris and Aaron cleared the path for Bobby to score the last goal of the game.
The match was down to a shoot out, 5 shots a team, and who ever had the best wins the championship. Aaron decided to wait on the bench as the shoot out began. The beginning started out with Bobby, whose shot was stopped dead its tracks. The Knife number 12, got his shot through George's legs, mimicking what Aaron had done earlier. Dan took his turn next, he didn't even bother to get close, he shot from the Blue line and the Goalie scrambled out of the way as the puck shot through the net and into the boards! The Big dude from before went next, and shot, George with a stick save blocked. Chris went next shooting over the goalie's shoulder, number 51 knives shot and scored. Blader number 21 went next and his shot was blocked by a glove save. Next went Knife number 74, George blocked it with his helmet, and he was out for the count. Finally went the final two shots, and it was Jase's turn, he took off down the ice, swooping left to right, and shot right under the goalies glove. The score was 3 to 2, and the Knives had the puck, but the Blader's goalie, George, was still out.
"I'll take his place." Aaron said.
Coach Auclair looked at him with a bit of confusion, but agreed, as Aaron switched his outfit with a goalies'.
The final shooter was Les Olsen, the Knives top scorer, who staked up to Aaron and said, "So, you're the Famous defensive man. Where were you before the match?"
"Polishing my helmet, anything else?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to smoke you, no one can stop my shot." Les hissed.
"Well, last time I checked, George did, quite a good job doing it." Aaron said, trying not to get into a feud.
"But you're not him. Say your prayers." Les said, taking off for the puck.
"Oh lord, don't make him look more of an idiot than he already does." Aaron muttered to himself, making the cross. He watched as Les took the puck and began skating franticly down towards the goal.
"You can do it!" Dan called out from the bench.
"YOU'RE DEAD!" Les shouted as he swung his stick, and shot the puck!
Aaron switched his posture and held his stick like a Japanese unsheathed sword, "Senva Technique, Wind Blade!" He shouted.
He swung the stick as the puck came into range, a powerful surge of wind followed the stick as the puck made contact, and the puck was sent back flying at incredible speed, skinning the padding on Les's shoulder and right into the Knife goal!
The crowd was breath taken, but excited none the less. The Bladers were cheering at the top of their lungs. Once again, Daniel Hammer and Aaron Marec, had saved their team from defeat.
Dan jumped off the bench and lifted Aaron into the air; the two of them had given the Bladers their first Championship in ten years. But unknown to everyone else, the reason the two had returned, was not to win, it was for another purpose. One, of dire importance.
To be continued.
The story begins on the coastline of New England, there a boat, or more appropriately a small gondola, had drifted into port. On board was a solitary figure wearing a red shirt under a blue denim jacket, a pair of jeans, a red backpack, black sneakers, and on his face a pair of glasses. He carried with him a duffel bag and a hockey stick. His name is Aaron Marec, a teenager of eighteen, and with a bit of warmth in his heart.
He disembarked from his wooden vessel and climbed a shore onto the street. The shore was full of fog and it was already dark, but He knew something was coming his way. He looked at his right hand; a warm feeling was tingling inside. He looked back to the street and heard the rumbling of engine.
He jumped, twelve feet into the air, still carrying all of his stuff, just as a small green truck nearly ran him over! "Not so easy, I'm up here!" Aaron called down to the truck driver.
The truck came to a halt, as Aaron landed behind it, without a scratch. Out of the truck came a guy wearing an Indiana Jones hat, an orange shirt, bright blonde hair and blue eyes, jeans and a pair of steel toed boots. "What are you doing over there?" He asked.
"Wondering how they let you get a driver's license Dan." Aaron said, with a small grin, it had been awhile since he saw his old bud.
"Well get in, we're late as it is." He said, climbing back into his truck.
Aaron threw his stuff in the truck bed and got in as Dan took off down the road at 55 mph.
Meanwhile.
At the championship match of Varsity hockey league, it was towards the end of the third quarter. The score was twelve to nine. The local team was the Putnam Knives against the Thompson Bladers, and the home team had the lead.
The Bladers were forced on the defensive, the Knives offense was too strong to break through. The Knives were closing in; the clock was closing in from twenty seconds. Blader number 35 Jason Ruberts, was keeping his team surrounding the net as the Knives were coming in.
Goalie George Nickels watched as the lead scorer for the match, Knife number 6 Les Olsen, came barreling down the ice with two of his buddies charging to clear the net. Les skidded to a stop as the two knives knocked down Jase and Blader number 47 Bobby Edwards, and the other Bladers were trapped behind the net.
Les raised his stick for his patented snap shot, George closed his eyes, he had been nailed one time too many trying to catch it, and just waited for the inevitable. The puck was shot straight at George's head!
Just then, in sudden jerk, George's gloved left hand shot up and caught the puck, as the third quarter came to an end.
"What a save!" Shouted the announcer, "I've never seen a glove save like that, But still the same, the Bladers are out matched in this brutal onslaught, without a decent counterattack, the Knives will win this match with out a fight."
The teams went to their benches, every Blader was cheering George for the save. "Okay team were still in this, and we still have a chance." Said Coach Auclair.
"But coach were being run down, once they figured out our moves, they took back the lead." Said, number 59 Chris Jeririco.
"It'll take a miracle to hold on." Bobby said.
"Hark, I think that's our Cue." Said a loud voice that rung through the rink.
"That voice, could it be?" Jase wondered, with a bit a hope in his voice.
The doors of the Blader locker room opened and veil of fog came seeping out.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, something strange is happening in the Blader locker room, please stand by." The announcer said, trying to figure out himself.
The ref skated towards the fog, just then two figures bolted out of the fog and began to circle the rink. They both wore uniforms similar to the Bladers, however each had differences to the other. One was red and black with his stick a silver and black color, and his helmet was painted to resemble a certain Knight card. His jersey number was 32. The other was a bigger guy but his colors were an orange and black, his stick was light gray and his helmet was colored like a block of cement, jersey number 64.
The announcer looked at his roster, and read the numbers, "Number 32, Aaron Marec, and Number 64, Daniel Hammer. Oh my, Ladies and gentlemen it appears that The Blader star players, the Blade Bros. have just arrived!"
Both in the stands and on the Bench, a roar of applause came up. Both of the Bros headed up to the bench to meet a happy team. "Aaron and Dan reporting for duty." Aaron said.
"Looks like you guys could use a hand." Dan said.
"You can say that again, where've you guys been?" Bobby asked.
"Training, to say the least, now how bout we show these wannabes who's got the real edge around here?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah!" The team shouted.
"Alright, Jase, Chris, Bobby, George, everybody ready to go?" Dan asked.
"Let's go!" Chris shouted to his teammates as the teams got back on the ice.
Dan took the face off, against a pretty big Knife. He looked twice as big as Dan and he was breathing heavily like the average lunatic, "You ready to get pounded? Little man?"
He didn't answer, but he kept his eye on the puck as it was dropped. The big guy tried to knock Dan over, but Dan ducked and passed the puck behind. The giant tried to get to the puck by getting around Dan, but Dan lunged and slammed him into the boards. "How'd you enjoy getting Hammered? Little man?"
Aaron snatched the puck and made a break down the ice and the Knives swarming into stop him. "Whoa low bridge." He said as two tried to close line him. He ducked and shot, the puck went flying right through the gap between the goalie's legs.
The siren went of and the score was now 12 to 10. In the following rounds, Dan plowed right through to the goalie, and with twenty seconds left on the clock Chris and Aaron cleared the path for Bobby to score the last goal of the game.
The match was down to a shoot out, 5 shots a team, and who ever had the best wins the championship. Aaron decided to wait on the bench as the shoot out began. The beginning started out with Bobby, whose shot was stopped dead its tracks. The Knife number 12, got his shot through George's legs, mimicking what Aaron had done earlier. Dan took his turn next, he didn't even bother to get close, he shot from the Blue line and the Goalie scrambled out of the way as the puck shot through the net and into the boards! The Big dude from before went next, and shot, George with a stick save blocked. Chris went next shooting over the goalie's shoulder, number 51 knives shot and scored. Blader number 21 went next and his shot was blocked by a glove save. Next went Knife number 74, George blocked it with his helmet, and he was out for the count. Finally went the final two shots, and it was Jase's turn, he took off down the ice, swooping left to right, and shot right under the goalies glove. The score was 3 to 2, and the Knives had the puck, but the Blader's goalie, George, was still out.
"I'll take his place." Aaron said.
Coach Auclair looked at him with a bit of confusion, but agreed, as Aaron switched his outfit with a goalies'.
The final shooter was Les Olsen, the Knives top scorer, who staked up to Aaron and said, "So, you're the Famous defensive man. Where were you before the match?"
"Polishing my helmet, anything else?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to smoke you, no one can stop my shot." Les hissed.
"Well, last time I checked, George did, quite a good job doing it." Aaron said, trying not to get into a feud.
"But you're not him. Say your prayers." Les said, taking off for the puck.
"Oh lord, don't make him look more of an idiot than he already does." Aaron muttered to himself, making the cross. He watched as Les took the puck and began skating franticly down towards the goal.
"You can do it!" Dan called out from the bench.
"YOU'RE DEAD!" Les shouted as he swung his stick, and shot the puck!
Aaron switched his posture and held his stick like a Japanese unsheathed sword, "Senva Technique, Wind Blade!" He shouted.
He swung the stick as the puck came into range, a powerful surge of wind followed the stick as the puck made contact, and the puck was sent back flying at incredible speed, skinning the padding on Les's shoulder and right into the Knife goal!
The crowd was breath taken, but excited none the less. The Bladers were cheering at the top of their lungs. Once again, Daniel Hammer and Aaron Marec, had saved their team from defeat.
Dan jumped off the bench and lifted Aaron into the air; the two of them had given the Bladers their first Championship in ten years. But unknown to everyone else, the reason the two had returned, was not to win, it was for another purpose. One, of dire importance.
To be continued.