AN: Gasp! A Snow Gods challenge. Who will win? Let's check it out.
Chapter 3: Mini-Me
"Oi! Can you two stop suckin' face for more than a couplea seconds?" Moby yelled at Griff and Yuri, both of them had been sitting across from him on the trolley to the top of Crow's Nest in Peak 1, making out pretty much the whole way.
Griff pulled away from Yuri and gave Moby the finger, "Don't get jealous just because Zoe dumped your candy ass." Griff smirked at him. Moby jumped a bit at Griff, causing Griff and Yuri both to lean far back in their seats.
"Yeah, talk all ya shit now, but wait until we get on da snow." Moby crossed his arms.
"I have had bigga fish come afta me before, and I have sent all o' them packin'." Moby gloated, giving himself a reassuring pat on the back. Griff and Yuri looked at each other, and then Yuri raised her hand to speak.
"Like Drum?" Yuri was looking past Moby, out the window.
"Yeah, like that mass of fat…why?" Moby looked behind him to see what she was looking at. It was another trolley coming down the mountain, Rahzel and Drum sat in it, Drum was munching on a burger from the Snow Shack in the Metro City.
"WOT? HOW IN DA HELL DID HE GET BACK?" Moby stood up and banged his fist on the window, he knew that the trolleys were sound proof, but he needed some way to vent his anger…and his surprise.
"So…what was that about getting rid of the bigger fish you had to fry?" Griff laughed to himself, Yuri couldn't help but to laugh either.
"Ya think this is funny, do ya? Just wait! You just wait!" Moby blurted out, sliding opens the trolley door. They were at the location; they were at Crow's Nest. Moby got out, and looked around, it was just a bit after dawn, the snow was still falling and the little bits of sunlight that shone through the clouds made sure that the snow was a nice orange color.
Griff and Yuri stepped out onto the snow, Griff has his board slung over his back and looked at the course.
"This is it? No insane race or some shit—I mean stuff that Drum and Allegra had to go through?" Griff looked around, pretty tame.
Moby smirked, "Befora ya go into da future you gotta know ya roots, boy." He pointed to the three slopes, each of them getting larger in progression.
"I know you are no problem for me, kid. This is exactly why I decided to take ya down in three simple jumps. Bloke with da highest score wins." Moby threw his board on the snow, and clamped his feet in.
"Yuri, I love ya doll, but this is something Dorkboy here has ta do alone." Moby was speaking to Yuri, even though he wasn't even looking at her.
"Bu—" Yuri started, Griff quickly cut her off.
"It's alright; he just doesn't want to see one of the last friends he has left got his ass kicked…again." Griff smirked, brushed some of Yuri's hair out of her face, and gave her a small kiss.
Yuri looked at Moby, "…Don't you two do something crazy and end up getting hurt like Zoe did, okay?" She was speaking to both of them.
Griff and Moby both nodded, secretly crossing their fingers behind their backs.
Yuri got on the trolley, blew a kiss to Griff, and then drifted away.
Soon as Yuri's trolley was out of sight, Griff was pushed to the snow, his face rubbed deep into it by Moby. Griff rolled over.
"What the hell is your problem?" Griff pushes Moby, it didn't work.
"Get ya mind of da pussy and watch!" Moby stood up; apparently he was going to go first. He strapped his board on, and got in the starting position, waiting for the light to turn green.
Red…
Yellow…
Green!
Moby took off down the first slope, leaning forward on his board; he was balancing only on the tip. Moby spun around to do a quick ground based 180; Griff could see the points racking up on his M-comm. Moby took the first jump with easy, performing a picture perfect Rodeo into a fakie. Moby looked back, gave Griff the finger, and prepared for the second jump. Moby took off, flipping backwards in what seemed like slow motion. Moby took the board off completely and sat right on it, Bar Hop Air. Moby somehow managed to also spin the board to the side while sitting; this made the point margin that Griff would have to fill even bigger. Moby was approaching the final jump; he knew that he was going to do something to blow Griff out of the water before he even started. Moby jumped off the final jump, well above the trees. Moby didn't waste time taking his board off; he let it spin in front of him for a bit, and then spun it vertically. Moby looked like he was freefalling at this point, he grabbed the board, gave it one quick helicopter spin, then spun it again, taking just enough time to flip forward and sticking the landing, he waited until he was safely coasting across the finish line to bend down and clip his feet back into place.
Griff looked at his M-Comm; Moby's points were through the roof.
"Damn Superman Bar spin…how in the hell do I compare to that?" Griff closed his M-comm, and took his place.
He knew that he had to do something to try to beat Moby's score…something crazy.
"Did you hear? He's back!" Mac was talking to everyone at the dining room. A loud chorus of hisses and sssshs rained down upon him. Everyone was glued to the T.V, watching Griff and Moby's SG Challenge.
"Why isn't Griff taking his turn?" Elise spoke, waiting for Griff to hurry up and lose so she could get ready for her date with Atomika. She looked back at Atomika, who was pretending not to notice her.
"They need to flatten out the snow and reshape the ramps; Moby shredded them up pretty bad." Viggo spoke, sipping on his mixture of orange and spinach juice. Psymon picked up what was left in the pitcher and sniffed it.
"Who in the fuck made this shit?" Psymon growled, dumping the rest into the sink. Viggo jumped up and gave Psymon a quick shove on the arm.
"Hey, man! That was mine!" Viggo yelled, slamming his cup down onto the counter.
Psymon couldn't believe this O.C reject just laid his hands on him, in a quick fluid movement, Psymon swung his hard hands right at Viggo, expecting to hit his head.
Instead he missed, Viggo ducked right under the blow and gave Psymon one right to the gut.
"…I'm going to go call the morgue…" Eddie spoke up, seeing as a fight was about to break out.
Atomika tried to stop it, "C'mon guys! A smoothie is a REALLY dumb thing to get suspended for!" Atomika's words fell on some pretty deaf ears.
Psymon was doubled over, holding his stomach.
"Okay, fruitcake…" Psymon muttered, and tackled Viggo the floor of the kitchen, he gave Viggo a nice right to the face, Viggo returned with a punch to the lip and another punch to the chest.
"OW!" Viggo yelled, pushing Psymon off. Viggo's hand had hit something…something hard.
Nate pulled Psymon away; he shook Nate off and stood up
Viggo helped himself up, holding his hand.
"Do you have a fucking metal plate in your chest, too?" Viggo groaned.
Psymon grinned, and fished out that it was in his jacket pocket.
"No way…" Mac looked at the gold card.
Kaori looked scared to death, and looked at Mac.
"Would this be the right time to say it?" Kaori whispered to Mac.
Mac gave a scared nod.
"…Holy shit!" Kaori yelled, it seems someone has been teaching her the finer arts of the English language in the past four years.
Everyone looked at the gold card, Psymon's picture on the card.
"How in the HELL did you get one of those? Who did you steal it from?" Elise pushed Mac out of the way, taking a closer look at it.
"You aren't even a vet!" Elise yelled, biting the card to see if it was real.
"I am a vet, Barbie. As of yesterday it has been four years at SSX. Don't believe it, go look at the calendar." Psymon grinned, snatching the card back from Elise.
Viggo shook his hand off, it really did hurt, but he didn't want them to see it. Allegra saw it and slipped away from the group with a hand full of ice.
"Here…" She took his hand in hers, letting the ice rub over it. Viggo looked at her for a second, and then yanked his hand away, sending ice all over the floor.
"I don't need you worrying about me, Allegra. Don't you have a J.P to attend to?" Viggo held his hand, and walked off.
Before Allegra could get a word out, the TV blared, it was Griff's turn on the slope.
Griff took a deep breath, slipping and sliding his board back and fourth between the starting gates.
Red…
Yellow…
Green!
Griff took off, a lot faster than Moby; he quickly transitioned his board so he was riding on the tail end of it, gaining points right away.
When the first jump came up, Griff closed his eyes, something he had a bad habit of. He leaned backwards, flipping almost three times, he grabbed the tail of his board right before landing, it was a perfect move that just gave him even more points. Griff didn't want to let up now; he had the juice pumping…
Griff eyed the second jump, but more closely, a tree log right after the jump, he gave himself a split second to think about it, and he nodded to himself. It's Sugar Rush time.
Griff took position, he was ready to fly right off of the ramp, and he did…
Griff soared above the snow, ripping the board off of his feet and spun it around his leg, 1…2…3…4…5…6…7, seven rotations. He spun the board around his leg one more time for good measure than caught it perfectly, slamming his feet so hard onto the board that it snapped on on its own. Griff landed right onto the tree log, grinding it down into the snow where he headed for the third and final jump.
"This is it…this is mine!" Griff took a quick glance at the scoreboard on his M-Comm, he was behind by just a few points, and one big trick would have made it. Griff had already used the best he had to offer, which means he had to pull out all of the stops; it was time to earn his nickname…
Griff jumped, he soared yet again. He had never tried this before, but he knew it was something he had to land… Griff took the board off of his feet once again, held the tail of it, and spun it...
Around his neck.
Griff was mimicking Psymon's trick, Griff was doing the Guillotine Air. Griff spun it around his neck, still. The board felt awkward as he hit his Adam's apple. He was heading for the ground soon, he reached out to grab the board, but felt nothing but air…
Griff tried again, he missed, and again, he missed, he was about to make impact, Griff pushed the board away, and collided flat into the snow, sliding down the ramp…
Griff laid there, he watched his score plummet, Moby had won…Griff was this close…and Moby had beaten him.
Griff didn't know what was worse…
The fact that he had just came so close to winning, or what Psymon was going to do to him when he got back to The Lodge.
Outside of the Lodge, the snow crunched, Drum looked at the door, not sure if he should even bother stepping inside.
"…Fuck it; this is something I have to do…" Drum put his hand on the knob, but another hand touched his shoulder and spun him around.
"I didn't think you would come back..." the voice said.
Drum looked at the person, his voice left him.
"…"
"What? Surprised to see me, too? Well, we have to have a little chat" Zoe said, taking her shades off and tucking them into her shirt.
AN: Seems that Griff has lost to Moby! Shame…What about Elise and Atomika's bet?
What could Zoe possibly have to talk to Drum about?
Viggo has grown an icy heart, who's fault do you think it is?
Expect the next chapter in about two weeks.
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