Chapter 2: Games

The players made their way out onto the ice, grinning as fans cheered for them. One player in particular seemed to get the most attention, though the duo sent to interview him became confused when they saw 'Canada' printed on the back of his jersey.

"Wait, isn't that-"

"Williams," Henry nodded. "He wears 'Canada' or 'Kanata' on his jersey depending on where he happens to be playing. There's actually a player like that in the States."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he wears 'America' or 'USA' on his." the man watched intently as the puck dropped, sending the teams into a well planned frenzy. "Supposedly he's Williams's brother."

"Oh wow." for once Grace actually paid attention to the game, noting how the players on the visiting American team seemed a little frightened of 'Canada'. The man didn't seem bothered though, playing the game so perfectly you'd think he'd been practicing for centuries. The way he controlled himself while moving on the ice, you could tell he was running the rink.

It was his game.

"He's good."

"He's a legend." Henry grinned. "He's the lead runner in just about every major international game, including Olympics."

"No wonder Drake wanted an interview." the woman nodded, but she went rigid when another, more cocky player suddenly slammed Matt into the side. Her eyes went wide when the glass splintered, as did the player, though Matt didn't seem the least bit fazed. He broke away, leaving the other man staring after him in awe.

"The-how much-what?!" she was quite literally on the edge of her seat.

"Matthew Williams, strongest man in the rink. I've seen him nearly go through the glass before."

"Wow." she was curious now. Never before had she been so interested in a sport or athlete, even though her job was to cover such things. "That's it, I've made up my mind."

"Wha-"

"I'm going to give him the interview of his life. Hurry, go set everything up!"