Hilter woke up today with a grin. If he beat FUTsacha today it would secure his lead as the number one fifa player in his league. He wanted to get some practice in beforehand but unfortunately duty calls, being the leader of Germany had many free perks, but a lot of free time was not one of them. He did try to keep on top of his game however, he could not let that pesky boy FUTsacha stop him from achieving his goals.

A message popped up on his phone, from Boris Johnson. Threatening to put sanctions on him if he continued trying to perform peaceful exercises near Poland with help from the USSR. Like he could do anything, he was dog at fifa. Almost as bad as jake0 in fact, which was saying something. Glancing at his personal Adult Hilter Discord server and reading some of the supportive messages in his conquest to be the top fifa player, he pulled on his Hugo buss military uniform and stepped out of his room into the adjacent hallway basking in the yellow glare and heat from the sun. He had to make a speech before his fifa match with FUTsacha later, and he was sure it would go brilliantly. He had recited the speech many a times and been praised for it by his Discord Kittens even more.

"I have a dream, that one day my children can live in a world where no-one needs to shudder at the name of FUTsacha" he muttered. He could hear the applause already, feel the zest of the crowd as they cheer his name.

"HILTER! HILTER! HILTER!"

He was snapped out of his trance by another message, from Maple Syrup Enjoyer! Whilst swearing profusely, without even reading the message, He told him to fuck off before promptly blocking him for the 23rd time. He had banned maple syrup in Germany by the 5th time, and Elden ring by the 13th, the problem was, there wasn't much more to take away. He set his thoughts aside, thinking back to the speech. He needed to get ready, it was due in 6 minutes.

Swiftly exiting his mansion, he jumped in his brand-new BMW speeding along the motorway at 130miles an hour to reach the third Reich. Dodging and weaving through cars he raced along the motorway feeling like a proper Chad. With only seconds to spare he arrived through the back gates of the stage and progressed up to the stage area to begin his speech:

"I have a dream that one day my children can live in a world where no one needs to shudder at the name of FUTsacha. A day where all the members of the FUTsacha cult are wiped from this planet, like the insignificant specks they are. A day where they realise their meaningless lives amount to nothing and they will be snuffed out. They are the sole reason that evil exists in today's world. The sole reason that you as German citizens go hungry at night. The sole reason that you get shit luck in your fifa packs and that is why we, as a nation need to band together. We are placing a permanent ban on the use of FUTsacha's Discord server or twitch stream. If anyone from this day onward is found to be supporting him then they will face the wrath of rollercoaster man. If you know a neighbour, a friend, a member of your family that has followed or subscribed to FUTsacha you need to come forward because from this day onwards FUTSACHA IS NO MORE."

The crowd exploded with cheers and shouts of slurs towards FUTsacha. He basked in the pleasure of hearing half a million toxic voices at once all cheering in unison at his new proposal. Despite his relatively tiny presence online of 25k followers, he had become quite a figure to some of his people but he had just changed that.

"And this his how FUTsacha dies" he muttered to himself happily, "with thunderous applause"

Stepping back from the stage and back into his car he raced home as to not be late for his fifa match with FUTsacha. He was sure to win, he had the expertise and the people on his side. Sprinting into his gaming lounge and throwing on his Hyper-X cloud 2's, he booted up fifa, quickly accepting the party invite from FUTsacha.

The classic FUTsacha welcome was heard over the mic, "you alright?"

FUTsacha made his blood boil, made him grit his controller and grind his teeth, but he responded "better than you after I'm done with you"

"ooh so were having some playful banter" FUTsacha responded coldly.

"I would rather not talk at all to someone like you" Hilter responded.

"well we can't all get what we want" he replied, passive aggressively.

Before he could respond the match started, and he couldn't believe it! In the first 30 seconds of the game he had scored a goal! The over inflated ego of FUTsacha was overblown after all. The first goal was quickly followed by two more, one at 22" and one at 43". The half time whistle was blown and Hilter couldn't feel better. He was winning, and more importantly he was going to win the league! For the first time it was in his grasp. Taking a big swig of his favourite beer, bud light, and taking a few shots at FUTsacha he continued, making steady progress towards FUTsacha's goal before…

wait.

He couldn't believe his eyes. FUTsacha had just scored from the halfway line! How? He must be cheating. He would have a word with EA about getting him banned after, but he was picking up goal after goal, 47", 56", 77" and now they were drawing. Maybe he shouldn't have had so much bud light earlier. It was the last 3 minutes of extra time when he scored to make the final score 4-3.

He could not describe his immense hate for him right now. That was his number one spot that he had just taken and he would not allow it.

"ILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE, SMASH YOUR HEAD IN AND BREAK YOUR FU"

He stopped abruptly as he heard the distinct sound of him leaving the call. He sighed heavily; he would deal with this later but right now he needed to return to work.