For the next few days we went to three hour practices. Coach Wilson had never been to so intimated by an opposing team as he was the Ducks. I think they were feeling pretty much the same way we were though. Orion was making the junior varsity do four hour practices. The way Orion and Wilson were acting you would think we were training for war, like our lives depended on it.
The rest of the Warrior's and I were on the verge of calling Wilson Hitler. No one knew why he was making us work so hard for. We'd decimated the Ducks already a week before, it's not like they had, had the time to get difficult to beat in the one hundred sixty-eight hours that had lapsed since.
Next thing I knew it was the day of the big game. I don't think I'd ever been more pumped. I was practically bouncing in the locker room. I knew for a fact that Gaffney was going to be playing goal that day, Orion had turned Goldberg into a defensive power house. Well if you ignore the fact he could barely skate. I hadn't seen a Duck's game since our unofficial showdown, so I wasn't sure if he was really any good. But I wasn't worried. I was going to spend the day staring at Julie, nothing else really mattered.
"You better be quick today Scooter." Cole's voice shattered my little fantasy. I swear if I wasn't afraid he'd find a way to get my head up my ass, I would've smacked him. Big blonde ape.
"I will be Cole don't worry about it." I smiled and patted his back.
"I'm not kidding Goalie, you better not lose this game. I know everything." There was an air of warning in his voice, but I don't understand what he was saying.
"Okay Cole, are you gonna start beating on your chest and peeling a banana with your toes now?" I don't know why I said that. I was just in such a good mood I guess.
"Scooter, Cole cut the shit and get over here." Riley barked
I sighed and ambled over the rest of the team and listened to our fearless leader, as he droned on with his pep talk. Which consisted of the top ten reasons for taking no prisoners that day and wiping the ice with the JV. You'd think there was like a million dollar prize for the person that drew the must blood or something. Rick listed the most important targets to the others before we went out to the bench. Charlie, Fulton, Guy Germaine and Banksie were to be watched at all times. Talk about head hunting. Someone was leaving the rink broken that day. I could see the body cast.
When the Ducks came out in their uniforms and touched the ice in honor of Hans, honestly a chill ran the length of my spine. It was all so real now, if we won that game it would be the end of a dynasty. Eden Hall had slowly been killing them, chipping away piece by piece and all they really had left was each other. I guess a part of me didn't want to actually win, but I wasn't going to let down my team either, it was time to show some Warrior pride. I glided over to my crease and yanked my helmet, it was go time.
When Guy got leveled however I was about ready to rip off my jersey and piss on it or something, I know hockey is a violent sport and all but that was uncalled for. I mean they were half the size of us. And the Germaine kid was pretty quite, it wasn't like he's made any enemies or deserved the beating they put on him. They bruised his ribs so badly the kid could barely skate. I really wanted to smack the smug look off Riley's face. Couldn't he see how absurd they were being? It wasn't like if Germaine scored a goal the world would cease to turn. Still, I was a Warrior and I showed my pride.
The end of second period there was still no score, I couldn't believe it. They actually had gotten good in a week. Is that even possible? *Scratches head confused* Well it must be because it happened. Julie was great, but the entire team was getting in on the defense. It was like they were completely new people. Then to make things worse at the beginning of the third period, the other Bash Brother showed up. We were in some serious trouble.
Remember what I had said about somebody leaving the rink broken? Who would've thought it would be Cole? Dean Portman laid him out nicely, though I do feel bad for the guy in the stands that Biff landed on. I'm sure that was not the most comfortable thing in the world. Unless of course the dude liked having a two hundred and something pound enforcer on top of him. To each his own, I always say.
When the Ducks had to skate two men down, it looked as though we'd finally get the chance to score and get that damn game over. But no, stupid me had to go and teach Banks how to block a puck weeks prior. Foiled by my own niceness. Darn kid had to be good at everything didn't he. Pain in my ass. Not that I had much time to think about the ways to beat the knowledge out of him, because Charlie and Goldberg were barreling down on me.
WE LOST!!!! One goal scored the whole night and it's scored off me. And who does the shooting? Goldberg, a freaking goalie himself. I don't know if they were better then us, if they had more will then us, or I simply didn't have the desire to bring home another win for the Warriors, I'm not sure which. Either way, we lost our first game in ten years. And it was against the freshmen, slightly disheartening. Not to mention that it was all my fault.
But hey I got a little kiss out of Julie for it. *Smiles brightly and does a little dance*
"Way to lose the game for us Scooter." Brown snarled as I entered the locker room, ducking to avoid the puck that came flying at my head.
"Oh come on Gary it's just a game." I retorted pulling my jersey off.
"Right Scooter, just a game. That's what this is to you isn't it, a game." Rick snapped.
"Yeah, Rick, it's just a game. It always has been just a game."
"We know you threw the game Goalie, and we know why." Cole's tone was as icy as his eyes.
Threw the game? They really thought I let that puck by? That was ludicrous. Not even Gaffney was pretty enough for me to let a game go. I always played my best, my hardest. No matter what.
"What are you talking about?" I shook my head at them, confused.
"You're little Duck girlfriend. Oh yeah Scott we know all about her. She's quite cute." That was Riley
"To bad she's not gonna stay that way very long." That was Cole
That was the final straw, they'd crossed a line. I know he threw the whole calling me Scott thing to get under my skin, but threatening Julie, was bellow the belt. I'm not a violent person and where the strength the push Cole the ground came from I don't know, but you know what it was fun and I'd do it again.
"If you so much as look at Julie the wrong way Cole, I will kill you. Do you hear me?" I growled leaning over him "Kill you dead, if one hair on her head it harmed. And as for you," I turned to Riley and chucked my jersey at him "you can shove this up your ass. I'm through with you." And I stormed out.
~* Scooter's quit the team, oh know. What will happen next? Wanna know? Tough crumbs I'm not telling. Guess you'll just have to wait and see.*~
The rest of the Warrior's and I were on the verge of calling Wilson Hitler. No one knew why he was making us work so hard for. We'd decimated the Ducks already a week before, it's not like they had, had the time to get difficult to beat in the one hundred sixty-eight hours that had lapsed since.
Next thing I knew it was the day of the big game. I don't think I'd ever been more pumped. I was practically bouncing in the locker room. I knew for a fact that Gaffney was going to be playing goal that day, Orion had turned Goldberg into a defensive power house. Well if you ignore the fact he could barely skate. I hadn't seen a Duck's game since our unofficial showdown, so I wasn't sure if he was really any good. But I wasn't worried. I was going to spend the day staring at Julie, nothing else really mattered.
"You better be quick today Scooter." Cole's voice shattered my little fantasy. I swear if I wasn't afraid he'd find a way to get my head up my ass, I would've smacked him. Big blonde ape.
"I will be Cole don't worry about it." I smiled and patted his back.
"I'm not kidding Goalie, you better not lose this game. I know everything." There was an air of warning in his voice, but I don't understand what he was saying.
"Okay Cole, are you gonna start beating on your chest and peeling a banana with your toes now?" I don't know why I said that. I was just in such a good mood I guess.
"Scooter, Cole cut the shit and get over here." Riley barked
I sighed and ambled over the rest of the team and listened to our fearless leader, as he droned on with his pep talk. Which consisted of the top ten reasons for taking no prisoners that day and wiping the ice with the JV. You'd think there was like a million dollar prize for the person that drew the must blood or something. Rick listed the most important targets to the others before we went out to the bench. Charlie, Fulton, Guy Germaine and Banksie were to be watched at all times. Talk about head hunting. Someone was leaving the rink broken that day. I could see the body cast.
When the Ducks came out in their uniforms and touched the ice in honor of Hans, honestly a chill ran the length of my spine. It was all so real now, if we won that game it would be the end of a dynasty. Eden Hall had slowly been killing them, chipping away piece by piece and all they really had left was each other. I guess a part of me didn't want to actually win, but I wasn't going to let down my team either, it was time to show some Warrior pride. I glided over to my crease and yanked my helmet, it was go time.
When Guy got leveled however I was about ready to rip off my jersey and piss on it or something, I know hockey is a violent sport and all but that was uncalled for. I mean they were half the size of us. And the Germaine kid was pretty quite, it wasn't like he's made any enemies or deserved the beating they put on him. They bruised his ribs so badly the kid could barely skate. I really wanted to smack the smug look off Riley's face. Couldn't he see how absurd they were being? It wasn't like if Germaine scored a goal the world would cease to turn. Still, I was a Warrior and I showed my pride.
The end of second period there was still no score, I couldn't believe it. They actually had gotten good in a week. Is that even possible? *Scratches head confused* Well it must be because it happened. Julie was great, but the entire team was getting in on the defense. It was like they were completely new people. Then to make things worse at the beginning of the third period, the other Bash Brother showed up. We were in some serious trouble.
Remember what I had said about somebody leaving the rink broken? Who would've thought it would be Cole? Dean Portman laid him out nicely, though I do feel bad for the guy in the stands that Biff landed on. I'm sure that was not the most comfortable thing in the world. Unless of course the dude liked having a two hundred and something pound enforcer on top of him. To each his own, I always say.
When the Ducks had to skate two men down, it looked as though we'd finally get the chance to score and get that damn game over. But no, stupid me had to go and teach Banks how to block a puck weeks prior. Foiled by my own niceness. Darn kid had to be good at everything didn't he. Pain in my ass. Not that I had much time to think about the ways to beat the knowledge out of him, because Charlie and Goldberg were barreling down on me.
WE LOST!!!! One goal scored the whole night and it's scored off me. And who does the shooting? Goldberg, a freaking goalie himself. I don't know if they were better then us, if they had more will then us, or I simply didn't have the desire to bring home another win for the Warriors, I'm not sure which. Either way, we lost our first game in ten years. And it was against the freshmen, slightly disheartening. Not to mention that it was all my fault.
But hey I got a little kiss out of Julie for it. *Smiles brightly and does a little dance*
"Way to lose the game for us Scooter." Brown snarled as I entered the locker room, ducking to avoid the puck that came flying at my head.
"Oh come on Gary it's just a game." I retorted pulling my jersey off.
"Right Scooter, just a game. That's what this is to you isn't it, a game." Rick snapped.
"Yeah, Rick, it's just a game. It always has been just a game."
"We know you threw the game Goalie, and we know why." Cole's tone was as icy as his eyes.
Threw the game? They really thought I let that puck by? That was ludicrous. Not even Gaffney was pretty enough for me to let a game go. I always played my best, my hardest. No matter what.
"What are you talking about?" I shook my head at them, confused.
"You're little Duck girlfriend. Oh yeah Scott we know all about her. She's quite cute." That was Riley
"To bad she's not gonna stay that way very long." That was Cole
That was the final straw, they'd crossed a line. I know he threw the whole calling me Scott thing to get under my skin, but threatening Julie, was bellow the belt. I'm not a violent person and where the strength the push Cole the ground came from I don't know, but you know what it was fun and I'd do it again.
"If you so much as look at Julie the wrong way Cole, I will kill you. Do you hear me?" I growled leaning over him "Kill you dead, if one hair on her head it harmed. And as for you," I turned to Riley and chucked my jersey at him "you can shove this up your ass. I'm through with you." And I stormed out.
~* Scooter's quit the team, oh know. What will happen next? Wanna know? Tough crumbs I'm not telling. Guess you'll just have to wait and see.*~