I don't own any part of SSX Tricky
DJ is my own character
Prologue: Hope's New Beginning
"I don't know about this one," one of the officials said as he picked up a manila folder that said "DJ McBrand" on the outside
"Me neither," one of the female officials said. "It says here that he was just released from jail, and that his file is sealed."
"I understand, but he's a great rider." Rahzel said nervously. If they didn't pick DJ...
"How do you know?" another official asked
"He's an old friend, and I rode with him a lot in high school." Rahzel answered
"Rahzel, that was five years ago! How can you expect us to believe that this man can still ride as well as he could in high school, when he hasn't been able to practice in years?"
"Even if he is only a fourth as good as he was in high school, he is still better than anybody on this circuit. Just give him a chance to prove himself!"
"Ok, hows about Saturday at five?"
DJ stood on inside the back of the helicopter, which was floating at the top of the Untracked course, wind whipping through his hair. He took a long drag off of his cigarette, waiting for the sign to ride.
This was like the old days, DJ thought to himself. Just him, the cigarette, and another course that was waiting to be ripped apart. He couldn't believe the generosity of Rahzel. He had given him five hundred dollars to buy new clothes and a customized snowboard. When he asked Rahzel about it, he was told that he had to have it customized.
"Why?" DJ had inquired
"We don't want companies to think that we're sponsoring them. Besides, we want you to look good for the officials."
DJ had special ordered a board for overnight delivery, getting a board that signifies his past. The artist had thought it quite peculiar to make that board, but anybody will do anything for the right stack of money.
How am I going to do this, DJ thought again. I have ridden in five years! I didn't even get to practice!
That's right, the deep voice said from the back of his mind. You always a screw up! Always have, always will be. Because of you...
"Shut up!" DJ screamed aloud, not wanting the name of that loved one uttered in his mind. He had hurt her enough! He would repay her, hoping she would forgive her, just as soon as he got enough money together to take a trip home. But, first, he had to conquer this trail...
"Five seconds till you start!" the pilot screamed from his seat. DJ gave him the thumbs up and readied himself to jump.
"3...2...1...GO!"
DJ hurtled himself out the back of the helicopter, diving straight at the ground. He felt the gravity tear at his body as he fell head first towards the ground. Then, about a hundred feet from the ground, DJ completed his front flip, landing feet first, and quickly heading down the course. The first set of hills was coming up, so DJ steeled himself for his first jump. This one would have to be spectacular.
As he launched off the jump, DJ started his spin, rotating his body as fast as he could go. He reached down and grabbed the board out from under his feet, and laid down on it. It was his signature move: The Lay-Z- Boy. As the ground came rushing to him again, he stood back up and the board clamped to his feet again. There was a crunch as he hit the snow, and he zoomed between two trees. He figured the spin was at least a 1440.
"YES!" he screamed from the pit of his stomach. He was back in his element, showing what he was made of.
The rest of his ride went perfect, as he showcased his whole bag of tricks. Too bad there weren't any rails, he thought as he came to the last jump. I could have shown off my sick grinding skills. But, he had done a good job, getting full extension on the Experimental and Slob airs. But he wasn't pleased yet. He had to seal the deal.
He came up to the last jump fakie, setting up for a colossal trick. The ground dipped down, leaving him flying like a seagull. As he reached his peak, he started doing part of the move. He could just imagine the officials faces, watching him pull of the move he had taught his girlfriend so long ago...
He landed the trick cleanly, but not before throwing in a little Mute grab for a kicker. As he started to stop, he could see Rahzel running over to give him a big congratulation.
"That was so sick! They loved the fakie Pommel Me to Mute at the end! You're in!"
DJ could just grin evilly
Sorry, had to revamp the story completely! Didn't like how it was working out, hope you like the new story. After five people review, I'll post the next chapter.
DJ is my own character
Prologue: Hope's New Beginning
"I don't know about this one," one of the officials said as he picked up a manila folder that said "DJ McBrand" on the outside
"Me neither," one of the female officials said. "It says here that he was just released from jail, and that his file is sealed."
"I understand, but he's a great rider." Rahzel said nervously. If they didn't pick DJ...
"How do you know?" another official asked
"He's an old friend, and I rode with him a lot in high school." Rahzel answered
"Rahzel, that was five years ago! How can you expect us to believe that this man can still ride as well as he could in high school, when he hasn't been able to practice in years?"
"Even if he is only a fourth as good as he was in high school, he is still better than anybody on this circuit. Just give him a chance to prove himself!"
"Ok, hows about Saturday at five?"
DJ stood on inside the back of the helicopter, which was floating at the top of the Untracked course, wind whipping through his hair. He took a long drag off of his cigarette, waiting for the sign to ride.
This was like the old days, DJ thought to himself. Just him, the cigarette, and another course that was waiting to be ripped apart. He couldn't believe the generosity of Rahzel. He had given him five hundred dollars to buy new clothes and a customized snowboard. When he asked Rahzel about it, he was told that he had to have it customized.
"Why?" DJ had inquired
"We don't want companies to think that we're sponsoring them. Besides, we want you to look good for the officials."
DJ had special ordered a board for overnight delivery, getting a board that signifies his past. The artist had thought it quite peculiar to make that board, but anybody will do anything for the right stack of money.
How am I going to do this, DJ thought again. I have ridden in five years! I didn't even get to practice!
That's right, the deep voice said from the back of his mind. You always a screw up! Always have, always will be. Because of you...
"Shut up!" DJ screamed aloud, not wanting the name of that loved one uttered in his mind. He had hurt her enough! He would repay her, hoping she would forgive her, just as soon as he got enough money together to take a trip home. But, first, he had to conquer this trail...
"Five seconds till you start!" the pilot screamed from his seat. DJ gave him the thumbs up and readied himself to jump.
"3...2...1...GO!"
DJ hurtled himself out the back of the helicopter, diving straight at the ground. He felt the gravity tear at his body as he fell head first towards the ground. Then, about a hundred feet from the ground, DJ completed his front flip, landing feet first, and quickly heading down the course. The first set of hills was coming up, so DJ steeled himself for his first jump. This one would have to be spectacular.
As he launched off the jump, DJ started his spin, rotating his body as fast as he could go. He reached down and grabbed the board out from under his feet, and laid down on it. It was his signature move: The Lay-Z- Boy. As the ground came rushing to him again, he stood back up and the board clamped to his feet again. There was a crunch as he hit the snow, and he zoomed between two trees. He figured the spin was at least a 1440.
"YES!" he screamed from the pit of his stomach. He was back in his element, showing what he was made of.
The rest of his ride went perfect, as he showcased his whole bag of tricks. Too bad there weren't any rails, he thought as he came to the last jump. I could have shown off my sick grinding skills. But, he had done a good job, getting full extension on the Experimental and Slob airs. But he wasn't pleased yet. He had to seal the deal.
He came up to the last jump fakie, setting up for a colossal trick. The ground dipped down, leaving him flying like a seagull. As he reached his peak, he started doing part of the move. He could just imagine the officials faces, watching him pull of the move he had taught his girlfriend so long ago...
He landed the trick cleanly, but not before throwing in a little Mute grab for a kicker. As he started to stop, he could see Rahzel running over to give him a big congratulation.
"That was so sick! They loved the fakie Pommel Me to Mute at the end! You're in!"
DJ could just grin evilly
Sorry, had to revamp the story completely! Didn't like how it was working out, hope you like the new story. After five people review, I'll post the next chapter.