The Showdown
I am your commentator, Greg Hasselhoff. The game begins on a cold, winter day. On our left we have Left. On the right, stands Right. Who will when this devastating game of wit and strength and will? Nobody knows.
And the game begins with a beep. Left hits the ball down to right. Right makes a stunning save (beep). The ball soars back to left. It has a lucky hit and easily taps (beep) it back towards Right. Right makes another dashing save (beep) and slams the ball back towards Left. Unlike the last hit, this one was challenging and bad.
As if in slow motion, the ball slipped its way along, just missing the brush of Left's paddle as he dies. Alas, he was too late. A plaintive scream of "Noooooo!" escaped Left's lips as the ball flew off into oblivion (blop). Left burst into a ball of tears as Right did a taunting victory dance.
GAME OVER
A.N. lol, I found this section with one of my friends and we decided that it would be hilarious to do a pong fic. Anyways, we had fun and this is seriously just really stupid! ROFLMAO! Thanks for reading and if you feel inspired to do so, review. Later.