The scene is the mayor's office. Her two aids come in holding some paper work.
" What's this?" asked the Mayor
" It's more of those team request." said one of the aids
" (Sigh) Why do these people keep sending me these? Do I look like I'm head of one of those gay YMCA people?"
" Well since this town is so small, all things have to go through you before they can be done." said the other aid
" Ugh, I swear, who ever heard of team request forms? This isn't what I had in mind when I agreed to building that ice rink."
" Well I guess the idea was real popular with the townsfolk."
" Well it made sense, I mean it freaking snowing here all the time, a place where people could do some ice sports just seemed like a good idea so people didn't have to sit out in the cold, instead they could purchase refreshments and play video games if they didn't want to watch their sorry ass kid get hit with a puck. Who is this team request form from?"
" Uh…From Mr. Mackey, the elementary school counselor." said one of her aids
" Mackey! That guy has got to be the most physically challenged guy ever! What the hell does that retarded ass hole know about hockey?"
" If only there was a way for us just to have one team."
" Yeah like if we had a tournament and all the teams would compete for the chance to be South Park's team." said the other aid
" That's a completely retarded idea. Wait a sec, what if we had a tournament and the winner would represent South Park, I'm a genus!" said the mayor
" Brilliant Mayor!" said one of the aids
" Yeah…I guess." said the other aid
" Quick go print out some flyers, then throw them out because I'm gonna think they suck ass, then print some more out and hang them all over town." said the Mayor
" What should we call ma'am?"
" Uh, we'll call it…Icy Blood Rumble!"
" Uh, I don't think we can call it that Mayor."
" Oh, then just call it Ice Rumble then."
The Mayor's aids went to go print out the flyers. It didn't take long for the word to get around town.
The scene is Stan's room, he is sitting on his bed putting some bandages on.
" Ouch!" said Stan as he put some rubbing alcohol on his arm
Stan grabbed some bandages and wrapped his arm down from the elbow to his hand. He may have over did it but it was difficult to do it by himself. He remembered his conversation with his dad earlier.
" Stan do you need help?" asked Randy
" No dad, I can take care of myself." replied Stan
" Okay, remember how your Uncle Jimbo showed you to treat those injuries."
After the announcement of the tournament, teams started to practice like crazy. Stan's team had started practicing like their life depended on it. The tournament itself wasn't a traditional tournament, each team faced of in a game on a certain day. A lot of teams had registered and all wanted desperately to represent South Park. Other cities had ice hockey teams too so the thought that there might be a national thing was all everyone's mind. Stan had just finished his second game against a team coached by Priest Maxi.
While the idea was great, the planning of the tournament was crap. They didn't figure out a roster to show who would fight who, they just picked some random team and announced after a game and that team would face off against the other random team, it was very poorly organized. Stan's team, along with some other teams including Kyle's suffered from this.
This was Stan's third game in a row, and the lack of rest was starting to take its toll on Stan's 9 yr old body. The their first match was a fairly easy one, it was against a team coached by officer Barbrady, they were easy, the second game wasn't an easy one, Mephisto coached this one and he had given them some kind of drug to make them faster and stronger, it almost looked like Stan's team would lose but they were disqualified for using the drugs when one of the kids apparently was hooked on it and was suffering a withdrawal. That match, Stan got pretty ruffed up from the drugged up kids, since he was considered the star on the team they tried to take him out. Stan got smacked against the wall so many times he pretty much expected to be pinned up against the wall every time he got the puck.
Today's game was against a really weak team, but still Stan had trouble against them due to the extent of his injuries. He was tired, scratched, and bruised up all over his body. His chest, stomach, and back looked like some one painted little splotches of purple paint on them. Stan was tough, but he was still a little kid and he has his limits. Maxi's team was weak, but against a battered up Stan, they were average.
Jimbo loved his nephew, but he wasn't smart enough to realize that each game took it's toll on his star player. The plays mostly revolved around Stan, who quickly was one of the most recognized players and quickly became very popular among the crowd. In fact the only other player who people considered a challenge for Stan was, Kyle, who also was rising to be the only won who could possibly take Stan.
Luckily for Stan, his team wouldn't be playing for a few days so he had time to recover. Kyle's team had also been a victim to the poor organizing of the matches. But Kyle didn't care, he had been in three matches like Stan, although they weren't back to back like Stan's, they were still pretty close together, they had two back to back and one a day later.
The scene is Kyle's room, he has a black eye, and a bruise on the other side of his face, a bruised arm, and his body was bruised and scratched like Stan's. He didn't care, he was used to pain, after cutting himself so much. The pain helped to calm him before a match. Kyle had heard what people were saying about him, it was either encouraging, from his fans, or criticism, from Stan's fans. He couldn't wait to face off against Stan and put an end to the question: Who was better, Stan or Kyle?
" I'm going to beat you Stan, I swear I won't lose." Kyle said to himself
Kyle and Stan, best friends, now bitter rivals. The road for these two was only going to get tougher.
