The Diego Diaries: Football 4 (566) edited
NOTE: I am stepping into the brink once again with my 'English to Another Language' translator. BWAHAHAHA! I apologize in advance. :D:D
-0-On the field
The ball was tossed in by the ref. Sideswipe caught it and in a burst of speed made it halfway to the goal before getting knocked off by a fleet footed Praxian back. He spiraled into the sidelines before landing on his peds. He turned with a wolfish grin, the ball firmly in his grasp. Walking to the line, he tossed it to the ref. Several Kaon players bumped fists with him, then moved off to get the ins from his toss back in. Towers of massive Praxian players filled the entire space around Sideswipe.
He stood with the ball in his servos, his optics scanning for the hole, the chink in the armor of the Praxians. He was beautiful, amazing, terrifying. With speed that the cameras could barely follow, he passed the ball to Sunstreaker through the legs of a tower that turned. All of them began to run as Sunstreaker poured it on toward the goal.
Faster and faster he sped, his skates taking him across the field with dispatch. When he got within range, Sunstreaker leaped. The goalie leaped. The backs leaped. Sunstreaker twisted in air. He tossed the ball to Sideswipe nearby who pivoted, then sped around a number of backs and linemen who were fooled. The ball shot back to Sunstreaker who leaped high, then put the ball through the hoop.
He didn't even land before he was swarmed by Kaon players.
-0-In the stands
Ratchet jumped up and down raving like a mad man. His boys had scored one for the home team. That it wasn't his own didn't matter. His boys had taken a step toward making things right inside of themselves. They had scored in the championship game of the league title. That it was for Kaon was the cherry on the cake.
Kaon never caught a break. Ever.
-0-Soundwave
He stood with the others watching with deep interest the chaos on the field solidify into a score. It was fast, the teamwork impeccable and the outcome inevitable. Praxus was big and slower. Kaon was smaller but faster. It was almost equal in his mind. The differences seemed to make this a game that would have possibilities rather than be a rout which it would have been had Blurr not been taken out. He himself had bet on Blurr at the races on Cybertron himself back in the orn. Until he was dumped on his helm, Soundwave had no thought that anyone but Praxus would win. Now it was anyone's game.
-0-On the field
The refs blew the whistle so the teams lined up, the twins taking the sidelines once more. The stink optic from Praxus followed them as they went. They were marked mechs. Hunkering down, Kaon and Praxus set for the toss. The ball flew to the center of Praxus who caught it before being buried under a pile of Kavaliers.
The fist fight that erupted was only matched by the bigger mechs of Praxus peeling Kavaliers off the slightly bent figure of their center. A melee erupted of pushing, slugging and bouncing around. The Kavalier center grabbed the ball held by the Praxian center as a tug of war began. All around the pair, mechs were rolling on the ground or beating the slag out of each other until the whistle blew.
Praxus went to the sidelines to take the ins. They had lost ground from the center line and had more to make up and then some before they lost the ball to Kaon again. They took their places, then began. The ball was thrown low and fast bouncing between two fast defensive backs from Kaon before being picked up by Praxus.
The ball carrier turned to run as fast as he could, blockers running with him who were picked off one-by-one by Kaon who ran after them with dispatch.
-0-Nearby
Prowl watched with a churning gut as the hopes and dreams of a thousand childhood failures stood mocking him in his processor. He could hardly hold himself together. Blurr was out and the game had tied. This was not going the way he hoped. He hoped they could score a few goals, then hold the line. /... I WOULD HAVE IF I WERE PLAYING! I WOULD HAVE WON THE GAME BY NOW EVEN IF THEY RIPPED BOTH MY LEGS OFF! MY NERVOUS ENERGY ALONE CAN POWER A SMALL COUNTRY! ARRGGGHHHH! IT NEVER FAILED! SLAG ALWAYS HAPPENS AND IT ALWAYS HAPPENS TO ME! GO, PRAXUS! … PLEASE!.../
Praxus go-ed.
-0-On the field
The blockers were good. The ball carrier was fast. The score was inevitable. An elbow to the face took care of Bracket. He spiraled outward and landed in the corner of the end zone. A leap upward and a dunk unopposed was assisted by punches to the face of the Kaon defensive backs. It wasn't completely cost free for Praxus. Two linemen from Kaon landed on the mechs from Praxus and managed to put one of them out of commission for his impertinence.
The slagger.
Whistles blew, sides backed up and walked to their benches. They gathered in groups to talk.
KAON:
"That was a slick move, Hamber. What about Bracket? He took a hard knock." -Topsy
"He's on his peds." (They all looked that direction) "See? First Aid is nodding. So is Bracket. He's going to be alright. I hope." (Everyone turned to Sideswipe) "If he doesn't, you're the back up goalie." -everyone
"Frag that. He'll be fine." -Sideswipe, hoping Bracket would be fine.
They all turned to look. "He looks fine." -Everyone, especially Sideswipe
PRAXUS:
"That was a slick move. The slaggers. We're ahead. We have to pull away from these bums or there won't be one of us standing by half time."
Everyone stood silently. Then the biggest mech, a sweet natured steel worker named Bett looked at all of them. "What if doing that makes them mad and they score more?"
Everyone looked at Bett, then shook their helms. "They won't." -everyone hoping they wouldn't
-0-Refs
They stood in the middle of the field having a short conference...
"That fragger nearly killed me." -first ref
"Duck faster. You know the rules." -head ref
"I do but I also know I don't want to be trampled. Enforce the limitations. They're getting into the 'desperation fist fights' phase too early in the game." -first ref
"I wonder what the humans think about it?" -another ref grinning
-0-Earth
They sat before their televisions mesmerized by the mayhem, oddly graceful athleticism and out right hooliganism. From Cucamonga to Kathmandu, humans watched everything they had, taking in the spectacle of sentient metallic automobiles kicking the crap out of each other. This was the eighth game broadcast to Earth. They were aware that the level of violence on display was normal and legal.
Perhaps.
But it still didn't help the growing number of human beings following game day who had real actual fear to get into their cars.
Mamas, Papas, children, students in equestrian schools, ranchers in the cattle stations in the outback, soldiers, sailors, tinkers and spies, all of them watched the game from wherever the hell and gone they were. From yak yurts in Outer Mongolia, tree houses in jungles, Cell Block D at the Big House, people were watching with incredulity an alien version of games they played on Earth.
That is, it would be if football merged with soccer, rugby and Australian Rules Football were paired up with Grand Theft Auto and a scaled down version of the D-Day Invasion. Everyone was amazed once again that this much overt mayhem was allowed anywhere, let alone the main stadium of an alien colony on the next world over.
Yes, it was da bomb.
-0-Cucamonga
"I don't know about you, Herb. This reminds me of the time we got t-boned merging with traffic on the interstate. Do you remember that?" -Lavinia
"I do, Lavinia. This can't end well." -Herb
"No, Herb. I don't think it will." -Lavinia
-0-Spain
"Ah mierda. No puedo mirar."
-0-London, West End, England
"I say. This is a bit much, what what?"
"Really, Richard. Think of it as polo with automobiles."
"I say! That's a good idea, what what."
-0-Ireland
"Ó cacamas. Ní féidir liom féachaint ar."
-0-France
"Oh merde. Je ne peux pas regarder"
-0-Italy
"Oh merda. Non riesco a guardare."
-0-Iceland
"Ó vitleysa. Ég get ekki horft."
-0-Saudi Arabia
"يا حماقة. لا أستطيع مشاهدة هذا"
-0-Russia
"Вот дерьмо. Я не могу смотреть."
-0-Kenya
"Oh crap. Siwezi kuangalia."
-0-Norway
"Oh crap. Jeg kan ikke se."
-0-Australia
"Buggers."
-0-Netherlands
"Oh onzin. Ik kan niet kijken."
-0-America, here and there
"HOLY CRAP!"
"I will be swanned."
"That reminds me. I have to get my transmission looked at tomorrow."
-0-Germany
"Oh Mist. Ich kann nicht sehen dies."
-0-On the pitch
They gathered again, taking their places for the toss to Kaon. The monster linemen bent over, the backfield players hovering in closer than usual as the goalies watched with deep loathing and the terrible fear that they would frag up and be blamed if their team lost. Everyone set. Then the umpire threw the ball to Sunstreaker. He turned and began to run to the right, the ball hidden in his arms.
Sideswipe ran the other way and as both mechs hustled, most of the Praxian team followed them. They didn't notice that Sunstreaker had slipped the ball to the lineman on his right who sort of ambled backward ignored by everyone and their targ.
He turned and jogged forward with the ball sort of enclosed as much as it could be in his giant servo which hung down by his hip structures. Picking up speed, he ran for the end zone and the goalie who was watching Sunstreaker churning up the field dragging two Praxian players behind him. By the time the goalie saw him coming, it was going to be memorable.
The crack up would be, that is.
-0-Blaster and Jazz
"Did you see that? Sunstreaker gave the ball to someone else." Jazz grinned. "I don't know how well that linemen can pass but no one has noticed."
"Sunny is getting buried and Sideswipe is surrounded. No one has noticed that neither of them have the ball," Blaster said with a chuckle. "Go, Wasp."
-0-Wasp, going
He was going fast when he closed in on the goal. Everyone on the field was heading after him but it was too late. He reached the goal, threw the ball hard and true. It went through the hoop.
-0-In the stands
"Why aren't you cheering, Star?" Thundercracker asked with a laugh as they stood as a group watching the game. The infants were in carry holds playing or napping.
"Its hard to cheer when you want both teams to lose," Starscream said with a sour expression.
Nearby watching with his bond, Wheeljack considered the possibility that Prowl's cheating would pay off. He had discussed it with Percy when the season started as they were looking at team rosters together one night.
"They have a great team line up, Wheeljack," Perceptor had said as they sat on the couch in the living room of their apartment consulting the web site. "I see a number of players that were professional on Cybertron."
"You noticed that too? Did you know that Prowl packed the team?"
Perceptor looked at him. "No. That would be unethical."
Wheeljack smirked. "Blurr is on the team. He's not from Praxus."
"Maybe he wanted to be? Praxus is a great city, Wheeljack. It has many fine museums," Perceptor said as he looked at the datapad more closely again. Wheeljack grinned and let him.
Prime glanced at the tense winger beside him and suppressed a grin. If football didn't end soon and in a nice way, life was going to be hell. Then he actually grinned. No, he thought. It will be heller.
The referees blew their whistles and teams walked to the midfield line. The game was tied at two goals each. The ball was tossed in and it was on.
-0-TBC December 27, 2013
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