Ricky and the NFC West

Part 2: 49er Faithful

Edward Jones Dome...

Peck: *horror* HE'S IN THE WALL?! HOW'D HE GET IN THE WALL!?

Ricky: I have a theory with those Ninja Blitzbots, but we need to get him out! Do you know anyone who can free him without damaging the area?!

Peck was in panic thought-then.

Peck: *to Helmet* CARDINALS TO 49ERS! CARDINALS TO 49ERS! WE NEED HELP AT EDWARD JONES DOME ASAP!

Ricky was surprise at the call, but knew Peck has a person in mind. The 49er Rusher himself, Pick-Ax.

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It took no longer than two minutes before the portal opened and Pick-Ax landed.

Pick-Ax: *serious* Alright, what's wro-

Peck: *grabs him; panic* RAMPAGE IS IN THE STADIUM WALL!

Pick-Ax had to blink there, shock evident on his face.

Pick-Ax: I'm sorry what?

Ricky took the reigns, letting Peck try to calm himself from the shock and panic.

Ricky: We think the Ninja Blitzbot trapped him there *points to the wall* before we came over. We don't want any damage to the area so Peck called you.

Pick-Ax nodded, now seeing the situation before going behind him. Ricky now noticed he had a backpack on, taking out items one would use for mining.

Pick-Ax: Thank goodness I had these on me today. Mind telling me how you two got here?

Ricky: Was visiting Peck with RZ's idea to ask him to check with me here. He also helped me fix my hat.

Pick-Ax could not help but smile hearing that.

Pick-Ax: I figure RZ would send you to him for help. He's got a gift with the thread and needle, his creations say it all.

Peck, who had calmed down, smiled hearing that.

Peck: You got a gift too, you always find neat stuff on your cave ventures. Some of that stuff has been helpful in our research and upgrades to the HOK.

Pick-Ax chuckled as he got some instruments out for mining, Ricky smirking.

Ricky: Not surprise this was a hobby of yours, but man am I glad it is given the situation.

Pick-Ax: Well it's in my blood. Born in a mining town, team's based on a mining history, *picks up a Electronic stud finders* there we go. Now then.

He walked to the wall placing as the light on it glowed, moving around to find the right spot to get to work.

Pick-Ax: Gotta thank Soar and Sonar for upgrading this bad boy, and all this was given to my by Keena as a apology gift.

Ricky blinked hearing that.

Ricky: Keena Turner correct? *Pick-Ax nodded* What did he need to apologize for? What did he do?

Peck: *chuckles* He played in the Super Bowl WHILE having the chicken Poxs. TERRIBLE MISTAKE given we're around. You do the math as to what happened next.

Ricky had to hold in his laugh at that nodding, knowing full well on the lecture Troy got from Toro he knew NO ONE was safe from a Rusherz' lecture. No rank or position shall save a person from a Rusher Lecture.

Ricky: So how mad were you?

Pick-Ax: Well-


1982, After Super Bowl XVI...

Pick-Ax: *stern; freaking out; To Keena* WHAT THEY HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU PLAYING WHILE SICK YOU COULD OF DIED ON THE FIELD DO YOU WANT TO GET WORSE WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU THINK THE SUPER BOWL WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR HEALTH WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND TOLD YOU THAT WAS OKAY YOU WANT TO GIVE US A HEART ATTACK WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE LISTENING TO ME GET SOME REST-!


Present...

Pick-Ax: So YEAH, he got a talking to as well as my team.

Peck: *chuckles* OH YOU WERE TICKED. You were SO TICKED. It's a rarity for you to be that ticked, poor Fang had to lead his team outside cause he heard you from outside and explain to them what happened.

Pick-Ax: Well it's their fault they allowed someone to play while having a illness like that, not to mention the chicken poxs of all things. It's a spreading illness to humans, so that being in a game and the SUPER BOWL of all places they needed a good talking to. Still no regrets.

Ricky chuckled silently. THE ENTIRE TEAM GOT A LECTURE, he had to admit he was glad Pick-Ax was not afraid to talk about the humorous moments. They needed it to keep calm and stay focus on freeing Rampage, so this was helpful.

Ricky: So, what happened after the Super Bowl?

Pick-Ax: *hears a beep, nods* Well, he and the team felt really bad after giving me a heart attack and having Fang barricade his team in the lockers while I lectured them. It was around that time these bad boys were on the market. *walking over to the bag* The stud finder was for walls, knowing it could be helpful for me in the future, but they knew what my favored occupation was. They knew I also that I only went to the abandon and/or historical mines, so I try not to excavate on new soil. *grabs a chisel* The team figure that if I was to do that as a hobby, they decided to get my the right stuff for it so they made a plan-


1982, months after the Super Bowl...

Pick-Ax was working in his office, paperwork for the new season under way. He looked up seeing Keena Turner and Fred Dean come down, placing his pen down as he smirked.

Fred Dean: Hey Pick-Ax, how ya doing?

Pick-Ax: Well, good, not playing while sick during a international viewed game mind you.

Keena chuckled nervously there.

Keena Turner: Yeah..Hey listen, I'm really sorry for playing the game while sick. I really wanted to make sure we had a good game given it was the Super Bowl.

Pick-Ax sighed as he got up and went over to the two.

Pick-Ax: I know, you just wanted to make sure all hands were on the field. But Keena you gotta take care of yourself too, Chicken Pox can get bad fast and it's a spreader. I don't want you to get badly sick or be a spreader to our and the other team.

Keena nodded, before both went down the Pick-Ax.

Fred Dean: So, we want to give you a apology gift for the panic we caused.

Pick-Ax eye rose as Keena and Fred presented him with a bag. Curious, he opened the bag and was left in awe instantly.

Pick-Ax: *awe* Whoa whoa whoa, look at these bad boys.

Pick-Ax lifted up a chisel, opening the bad fully. Inside he saw a hammer, a retractable shovel, a pan, a fire starter kit, and a new contraption.

Fred Dean: *sees the device* Ah, that's a electronic stub finder. New trend going around the market recently and knowing two certain Rusherz, they would upgraded it to your stranded.

Keena Turner: We figure in case we get Blitzbots stuck in the wall you can find them.. or one of you guys which I would say it's unlikely, BUT IT'S YOU GUYS.

Pick-Ax: *grinning*-OH I'm gonna have fun with these on my mining trip. I can't wait to try these guys out.

A thought came to him as Pick-Ax got up. Giving the 'one moment' signal he ran off, before running back with a rock. He sat down taking the chisel and hammer, before gently yet firmly hammer the rock. It took a matter of minutes for the rock to break, revealing gems inside the now two halves.

Pick-Ax: *beaming* HAHA! A GEODE! And it's a celestite too!

Both players came close, seeing the gleaming gem in the lights.

Fred Dean: *Whistles*

Kenna Turner: Cool.

Pick-Ax: Finally found a way to break open these rocks. *smiles at them* Thank you guys for this wonderful gift. Rest assured these will be use frequently.

Both players smiled at that.

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Ronnie Lott: *chuckles* He's going to town on those geodes!

The team watched as Pick-Ax looked at another revealed geode, smiling and he observed the gems inside.

Bill Walsh: Figure he would love the tools. Think we should be on good terms, i mean we have been but at least he's not nagging us about the whole Super Bowl incident. -sighs- I will admit, I still feel bad giving him such a fright so can't blame him for worrying. He's got a heart more shinier than gold.

The team agreed as they looked on.

Fred Dean: Gotta say I'm looking forward to seeing what he could find with the right tools in hand now.

Keena Turner: I agree...*thinks* SO-you think if we go into strike mode during the season he would be occupied?

Bill Walsh: ABSOLUTELY. I think this will help him out greatly if it does come to that-

Pick-Ax: It could be alot worse to be honest.

The team jumped seeing Pick-Ax smirking.

Pick-Ax: Ear range boys. And yes this does help you get off my lecture list for your little escapade at the Super Bowl.


Present...

Pick-Ax: *chisel the wall* Oh boy were they right about the strike. Mere two weeks into the season AND the season was in shut down mode, I took the chance and ran with it. I was so happy for the distraction from all the stress I almost missed the restart of the season. Yeah it wasn't a good season given the missing games and the pretty mild wins, but I appreciated the boys for giving me these bad boys at the right time. *stops, checks, continues* Keena decided to remain on the team after his playing years, he's currently the vice president of football affairs for the team, Fred Dean became a minister in his hometown Ruston, still get cards and calls from him...-sighs- Bill's up with the greats now, leukemia got him back in 2007. But, doing this, *Smiles*makes me think of the good times we all had.

Ricky and Peck were kneeling close to Pick-Ax as he worked, a smile on their faces.

Ricky: I heard from Ash that the 1982 strikes was a annoyance and a stresser for you guys, I'm at least happy to hear some of you found ways to pass the time.

Peck: Yeah, I was sewing up a storm and Pick-Ax found all sorts of cool stuff during his mining trips.

Pick-Ax: Yeah we were all still annoyed and stress, but it was alot less than we expected. Football can sometimes be a stresser, good to have something else to do on the side you know?

Ricky nodded as the hole in the wall began to grow.

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Pick-Ax was living up to his name indeed...though Ricky had to admit he was not expecting the items he had gotten were from the team apologizing for having a player play sick, with the chicken pox and at the Super Bowl of all things. The timing could not have been more perfect for him to be gifted those items too, cause the strike that season came down hard. He couldn't help but smile thinking of the excitement of all the discoveries Pick-Ax had found during his ventures.

Pick-Ax went back as a puff of hot air went in his face.

Pick-Ax: *serious* Knew it, next to a heat pipe that explains why the signal was wonky.

He immediately chiseled fast around the hole making it large and there, tumbling out onto a heap on the floor was-

Ricky and Peck: *worry* RAMPAGE!

Rampage was crumbled on the floor, unmoving.

To be continued...