07-28-2020, 02:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2020, 02:49 PM by supertardis101.)
What is it like to be inside the mind of a man as rigid or jarred as Rickie Vaughne. He is a man of both few and many words. He likes to talk and walk, but he also likes to listen and feel the world around him. When Rickie enters his zone of zen and probability it is a state of mind that he struggles to leave no-doubt the circumstances at hand. He is a good team player. This sort of mindset was no more prevalent than at the ultimini on Friday June 24th, 2020. This was the date of the Ultimini where the Norfolk Seawolves played the Kansas City Coyotes for the title of champion of the DSFL. The game was hard and the game t’was tough, but it truly was a thriller for the ages. Rickie Vaughne likes to describe his experience at the game like this.
Twas the night before the big game and every player sat in anticipation for the looming experience. It was nearly 10:00 o’clock at night. THe game was just under 22 hours away. The anticipation, but also fear filled the small room with a sense of awkward silence among the circumstances. They had been in the room for a few minutes. They had been told that the coach would be in to talk with them shortly over something relating to the game. No one knew what he had to say, but everyone waited with a sense of dire anticipation. The door creaked open. A scraggly old man walked inside and stood in front of his team. It was his team. The team he had Generally Managed for a good amount of time. It was JOEB. He stood in front of Rickie and the whole team. He said nothing for a number of seconds, but then began to speak. “I know you all are excited. I know you are optimistic. I know that you are going to take nothing short of a complete shutout tomorrow. You are going to dominate like the world has never ever even seen. You are going to be the greatest thing that has happened to the ultimini DSFL championship since the dawn of the DSFL and the DSFL championship for players of equal levels of skill to play each other in a championship match has existed! I am so confident that I want you to know that I have taken a 3 million dollar loan out from the bank and bet it all on you. If you don’t win I am going to personally see that you all repay me with your tears and sorrows. Papa needs a new lake mansion and he better win this game so he doesn't get his kneecaps broken by an angry loan shark. Now please men. I want you to remember some inspiring words…that someone told you at some point in your life. Now I am not a man of many words. Thank you. The speech was just amazing. It brought a tear to the eye of nearly every man in the locker room and made everyone feel together with a since of pride and team spirit that they had never ever ever felt before. It was a proud day to be a seawolve, and they were going to be so much prouder tomorrow when they beat the ever living shit out of the Kansas City Cougars.
It was game day. Every man was up at 6 AM to go and get breakfast and then begin their workouts for the day to prepare for the game that night. At 6 AM the breakfast at the hotel opened up and the team filed in. They all went in and got their usual breakfast meals plus some cups of various juices and coffees. They sat and ate for several minutes until one of our quarterbacks, Luke Skywalker, passed out into his cereal. The team immediately rushed over to see if he was alright, but while they were doing that a second person passed out, and then a third, and then a fourth. It hit Rickie then. The Kansas City Coyotes had poisoned the food and drinks at the hotel that morning. Rickie knew that Matty must have snuck in during the night and single handedly poured deadly poisons into the food and drinks that were going to be served the next morning. Rickie cursed loudly at the top of his lungs and then set out to find Matty. He had luckily not eaten any of the breakfast because he was too busy looking at himself in the mirror in his own hotel room. He was perfectly healthy and he was going to get some revenge.
The lights dim. The music grows. Everything becomes a Tarintino film. Rickie walked out the door of the hotel to see what clues he could find in the parking lot. The first thing that came to his sight was a large team bus with the words Kansas City Coyotes written on the side. Although he had a gut feeling that the bus might have had a clue, he decided that it was most likely unrelated to the incident. He continued to search around the parking lot. He struggled to find any answers. He found an empty bottle with the words poison on it, he found a piece of paper detailing instructions on how to create an antidote to the poison, he found a pitcher of several Kansas City Cougars putting poison in the drinks, but he determined that it was nothing conclusive to his search.
Rickie was defeated. He searched for a whole 5 minutes and found absolutely nothing. This was the most defeated he had ever been. He had no idea what to do with himself after not succeeding after his very first try. Although he had found zero conclusive evidence he still had a gut feeling that this was somehow the fault of Matty, the GM of the Kansas City Coyotes. Luckily for Rickie he knew where Matty lived and he was going to go track him down and kindly ask him to reconsider doing such a thing in the future. So Rickie began his trek. He walked across grass and across sidewalks. Over metropolitan bridges and small patches of road. He walked for nearly 15 minutes before he finally reached the door of Mattys mansion. He walked up and began to knock loudly on the door. No one answered immediately and so waited a solitary minute and began to knock again. While he was doing so the door opened and Matty filled the doorway.
The two men looked at each other eye to eye and began to make eachother up. “May I come in?” Rickie asked. Matty nodded in approval and gestured to his couch for Rickie to sit. “Can I interest you in some tea?” Matty asked Rickie. “He is only offering me tea? Not tea AND cookies. He must be guilty.” Rickie thought to himself. It was in this moment that Rickie realized what he needed to do. He stood up rapidly and walked to the center of the room. He removed his shirt and began to dance. He danced like he had never danced before. He danced around the room. Ran up the walls. Ran all around until Matty could see every arching shake of every single muscle and tendon. It was beautiful, but Matty knew its true meaning. It was a challenge to fight. It was tradition millions of years ago when we were but small mammals to do such an interpretive dance to signal one's intention to fight and beat the ever living shit out of the other person. Matty knew the dance and he realized what he must do as well. He removed two candles from his mantle and stuck them in his ears and then spun around and in circles while shouting a random sequence of numbers. This was the traditional acceptance maneuver for a fight challenge.
Both men had accepted at this time.They began to stand apart at the tradition 5.4 sheep stomach distance. Rickie threw up his hands in preparation as Matty did the same. It was time to fight. Rickie made the first move as he hurled himself across the room with the power of the force. Matty followed suit as he pulled a large broadsword made of fire out of his back pocket and began to point it in Rickies direction. Rickie lost his breath. He ducked and jumped and did a full ballet recital just to avoid the large piece of fire that was now threatening to burn him. It was then he realized that he would need to use his sword that he received from the grave of King arthur. Excalibur! He wielded the sword out of thin air and began to run at Matty with it mounted. He raised it about his head ready to strike when last second Matty rolled out of the way. The might and weight of Excalibur disgruntled Rickie as he fell to the ground in pain with a small part of the sword penetrating his lower back. Rickie thought that he might be doomed as Matty ran at him with a sword of burning flames and death written on the side. Rickie had an idea. The wound hurt him greatly, but if he could get it cauterized then he could get back into the fight. He proceeded to do an olympic gymnastics move on the scale of a total and utter frontflip that grazed Rickies wound just right so that he could re-obtain his powers. It was then that he remembers that he had the power of flight and he could use that to his advantage. He flew through the ceiling up into the sky. He planned to use his powers of ice breath to freeze the whole house and trap Matty inside forever. Although he failed to account for the fact Matty also had superpowers and could fly to combat Rickie. The two of them chased each other through the streets of Norfolk and up through the clouds in a chase that would be visually amazing to watch if this was a movie.
The chase finally succumbed when Rickie finally hit the side of a 747 while not looking where he was flying. The crash caused Rickie to lose cautiousness and fall to the ground over 25,000 feet below him. He fell for several minutes, before he regained cautiousness 100 feet above the ground and was able to activate his cool superhero landing power and then proceed to land really cool on the ground. Matty was close behind him. Matty flew in the[/code] air and proceeded to land really cool like a superhero almost 20 feet behind him. Rickie turned around and faced Matty. At this point there was a really cool up-close Anime shot where both squinting eyes were shown on screen as to look very intimidating. The men began to run at each other. They both were rather slow so it took a few seconds, but eventually the men butted heads at such a velocity to make a mild thump and then nothing more. Matty fell to the ground. Matty knew that he had been beat and began to try to crawl away to avoid the incoming attack that would finally finish off Matty. Rickie strolled on top of him and knelt down on top of him. He gave him a kiss on the lips. A kiss so passionate and deep and loving that it would cause anyone to faint on site. Although this was not a kiss of love. It was a kiss of death. It signified that the other person had been beat, and they had no way of defending themselves. It was done, Matty had been beat, and the good guy won. Rickie walked away and tried to hail a cab. He looked down at this watch and realized that it was 10 MINUTES to the big game!
He began to run and run and run and run till he reached the stadium on the other side of town. He ran in the gate and he saw his whole team waiting for him on the sidelines. They had been miraculously cured somehow, the details of which I will not bore you with, and were ready to play football. Without Matty the Coyotes fell and the Norfolk Seawolves claimed victory once and for all in the DSFL. And that was the day Rickie vowed he would never forget. Go Seawolves!
Twas the night before the big game and every player sat in anticipation for the looming experience. It was nearly 10:00 o’clock at night. THe game was just under 22 hours away. The anticipation, but also fear filled the small room with a sense of awkward silence among the circumstances. They had been in the room for a few minutes. They had been told that the coach would be in to talk with them shortly over something relating to the game. No one knew what he had to say, but everyone waited with a sense of dire anticipation. The door creaked open. A scraggly old man walked inside and stood in front of his team. It was his team. The team he had Generally Managed for a good amount of time. It was JOEB. He stood in front of Rickie and the whole team. He said nothing for a number of seconds, but then began to speak. “I know you all are excited. I know you are optimistic. I know that you are going to take nothing short of a complete shutout tomorrow. You are going to dominate like the world has never ever even seen. You are going to be the greatest thing that has happened to the ultimini DSFL championship since the dawn of the DSFL and the DSFL championship for players of equal levels of skill to play each other in a championship match has existed! I am so confident that I want you to know that I have taken a 3 million dollar loan out from the bank and bet it all on you. If you don’t win I am going to personally see that you all repay me with your tears and sorrows. Papa needs a new lake mansion and he better win this game so he doesn't get his kneecaps broken by an angry loan shark. Now please men. I want you to remember some inspiring words…that someone told you at some point in your life. Now I am not a man of many words. Thank you. The speech was just amazing. It brought a tear to the eye of nearly every man in the locker room and made everyone feel together with a since of pride and team spirit that they had never ever ever felt before. It was a proud day to be a seawolve, and they were going to be so much prouder tomorrow when they beat the ever living shit out of the Kansas City Cougars.
It was game day. Every man was up at 6 AM to go and get breakfast and then begin their workouts for the day to prepare for the game that night. At 6 AM the breakfast at the hotel opened up and the team filed in. They all went in and got their usual breakfast meals plus some cups of various juices and coffees. They sat and ate for several minutes until one of our quarterbacks, Luke Skywalker, passed out into his cereal. The team immediately rushed over to see if he was alright, but while they were doing that a second person passed out, and then a third, and then a fourth. It hit Rickie then. The Kansas City Coyotes had poisoned the food and drinks at the hotel that morning. Rickie knew that Matty must have snuck in during the night and single handedly poured deadly poisons into the food and drinks that were going to be served the next morning. Rickie cursed loudly at the top of his lungs and then set out to find Matty. He had luckily not eaten any of the breakfast because he was too busy looking at himself in the mirror in his own hotel room. He was perfectly healthy and he was going to get some revenge.
The lights dim. The music grows. Everything becomes a Tarintino film. Rickie walked out the door of the hotel to see what clues he could find in the parking lot. The first thing that came to his sight was a large team bus with the words Kansas City Coyotes written on the side. Although he had a gut feeling that the bus might have had a clue, he decided that it was most likely unrelated to the incident. He continued to search around the parking lot. He struggled to find any answers. He found an empty bottle with the words poison on it, he found a piece of paper detailing instructions on how to create an antidote to the poison, he found a pitcher of several Kansas City Cougars putting poison in the drinks, but he determined that it was nothing conclusive to his search.
Rickie was defeated. He searched for a whole 5 minutes and found absolutely nothing. This was the most defeated he had ever been. He had no idea what to do with himself after not succeeding after his very first try. Although he had found zero conclusive evidence he still had a gut feeling that this was somehow the fault of Matty, the GM of the Kansas City Coyotes. Luckily for Rickie he knew where Matty lived and he was going to go track him down and kindly ask him to reconsider doing such a thing in the future. So Rickie began his trek. He walked across grass and across sidewalks. Over metropolitan bridges and small patches of road. He walked for nearly 15 minutes before he finally reached the door of Mattys mansion. He walked up and began to knock loudly on the door. No one answered immediately and so waited a solitary minute and began to knock again. While he was doing so the door opened and Matty filled the doorway.
The two men looked at each other eye to eye and began to make eachother up. “May I come in?” Rickie asked. Matty nodded in approval and gestured to his couch for Rickie to sit. “Can I interest you in some tea?” Matty asked Rickie. “He is only offering me tea? Not tea AND cookies. He must be guilty.” Rickie thought to himself. It was in this moment that Rickie realized what he needed to do. He stood up rapidly and walked to the center of the room. He removed his shirt and began to dance. He danced like he had never danced before. He danced around the room. Ran up the walls. Ran all around until Matty could see every arching shake of every single muscle and tendon. It was beautiful, but Matty knew its true meaning. It was a challenge to fight. It was tradition millions of years ago when we were but small mammals to do such an interpretive dance to signal one's intention to fight and beat the ever living shit out of the other person. Matty knew the dance and he realized what he must do as well. He removed two candles from his mantle and stuck them in his ears and then spun around and in circles while shouting a random sequence of numbers. This was the traditional acceptance maneuver for a fight challenge.
Both men had accepted at this time.They began to stand apart at the tradition 5.4 sheep stomach distance. Rickie threw up his hands in preparation as Matty did the same. It was time to fight. Rickie made the first move as he hurled himself across the room with the power of the force. Matty followed suit as he pulled a large broadsword made of fire out of his back pocket and began to point it in Rickies direction. Rickie lost his breath. He ducked and jumped and did a full ballet recital just to avoid the large piece of fire that was now threatening to burn him. It was then he realized that he would need to use his sword that he received from the grave of King arthur. Excalibur! He wielded the sword out of thin air and began to run at Matty with it mounted. He raised it about his head ready to strike when last second Matty rolled out of the way. The might and weight of Excalibur disgruntled Rickie as he fell to the ground in pain with a small part of the sword penetrating his lower back. Rickie thought that he might be doomed as Matty ran at him with a sword of burning flames and death written on the side. Rickie had an idea. The wound hurt him greatly, but if he could get it cauterized then he could get back into the fight. He proceeded to do an olympic gymnastics move on the scale of a total and utter frontflip that grazed Rickies wound just right so that he could re-obtain his powers. It was then that he remembers that he had the power of flight and he could use that to his advantage. He flew through the ceiling up into the sky. He planned to use his powers of ice breath to freeze the whole house and trap Matty inside forever. Although he failed to account for the fact Matty also had superpowers and could fly to combat Rickie. The two of them chased each other through the streets of Norfolk and up through the clouds in a chase that would be visually amazing to watch if this was a movie.
The chase finally succumbed when Rickie finally hit the side of a 747 while not looking where he was flying. The crash caused Rickie to lose cautiousness and fall to the ground over 25,000 feet below him. He fell for several minutes, before he regained cautiousness 100 feet above the ground and was able to activate his cool superhero landing power and then proceed to land really cool on the ground. Matty was close behind him. Matty flew in the[/code] air and proceeded to land really cool like a superhero almost 20 feet behind him. Rickie turned around and faced Matty. At this point there was a really cool up-close Anime shot where both squinting eyes were shown on screen as to look very intimidating. The men began to run at each other. They both were rather slow so it took a few seconds, but eventually the men butted heads at such a velocity to make a mild thump and then nothing more. Matty fell to the ground. Matty knew that he had been beat and began to try to crawl away to avoid the incoming attack that would finally finish off Matty. Rickie strolled on top of him and knelt down on top of him. He gave him a kiss on the lips. A kiss so passionate and deep and loving that it would cause anyone to faint on site. Although this was not a kiss of love. It was a kiss of death. It signified that the other person had been beat, and they had no way of defending themselves. It was done, Matty had been beat, and the good guy won. Rickie walked away and tried to hail a cab. He looked down at this watch and realized that it was 10 MINUTES to the big game!
He began to run and run and run and run till he reached the stadium on the other side of town. He ran in the gate and he saw his whole team waiting for him on the sidelines. They had been miraculously cured somehow, the details of which I will not bore you with, and were ready to play football. Without Matty the Coyotes fell and the Norfolk Seawolves claimed victory once and for all in the DSFL. And that was the day Rickie vowed he would never forget. Go Seawolves!
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