No Foul PlayAllowed...
The alarm clock shrieked, as Portman groaned rolling out of bed.
"I so did not miss this," he mumbled as he got up starting to get dressed. He looked to the desk to see Fulton already up.
"Did you sleep dude?" he arched a brow.
"Yea a bit, just rough night, didn't feel too hot," he shrugged closing his sketch book.
"You better feel good now, we got two losers to beat," Portman laughed as he grabbed his hockey bag heading to the door.
"Don't worry about it, this one is in the bag," Fulton finally smiled for the first time since he left Eden Hall.
AT THE ARENA…
Two figures skated around warming up passing the puck between them.
"I still can't believe you talked me in to this," grumbled one.
"Oh get off it Joe, it's a game, come on, I thought you'd like a grand entrance in to the new school we'd be raising havoc in," the boy laughed.
"Always the same Ty, you start off with a bang, but I'm the one left cleaning up your mess damnit," the other one grumbled. It was long before they say the infamous "Bash Brothers" enter the rink. But they weren't alone, along with them was the rest of the "flock".
"Great we get a whole audience awesome," Joe grumbled.
"Hey loser!" Ty called to them. Joe just about fell over. This is going to be a long game, he thought to himself.
"You shouldn't talk to soon, maybe you're the ones who are losers!" a voice pipped in. Joe and Ty recognized it to be Goldberg.
"We'll see Ducks," Joe flicked a smile.
"Not to be cliché but bring it on!" Ty smirked. With that Portman and Fulton took the ice prepared to challenge the trash talker and the somewhat quiet opponents.
Fulton stared down the first player, Joe was stitched on the jersey the kid wore. The boy wasn't that tall, around 5'8'', he had somewhat of a small frame, but Fulton could tell he had been playing from years. He saw the calf muscles from under the cargo shorts the kid wore. He snorted,
"Shorts huh, well won't you be cold once you hit the ice?"
"I don't hit the ice, I'm not one to take the fall." The boy responded.
"Alright guys a clean game first one to ten wins," Charlie came up and dropped the puck blowing a whistle, and with that the game started.
The four seemed to fly across the ice back and forth, each team scoring at least 5 times. The Ducks were cheering on the bash brothers, and didn't seem to watch to see Coach Orion come in or the varsity team for that matter.
"Hey Trash talker, eat this!" Portman called about to aim in to the goal when the puck was stolen by Joe. Joe speeded down the ice without question much faster than any other player Orion had seen. He watched intently, deciding if he should really break this up, or just watch to see where this was going. That's when it happened his gaze was brought in when he saw Portman check the player. The player went down for two seconds than in a f lash got up.
"JOE!" the other player went to his side. But in an instance the gloves were off and the much smaller player was on Portman's back attempting to pummel him in to some sort of submission….