As the off-season started to wind down, Goku was still training in preparation for the upcoming season. He had decided to spend his days preparing for his final confrontation with Colorado, and his nights taking advantage of kaioken to make tackles regular mortals could not. But he wasn't training alone. His teammates were also getting ready for a season with higher expectations than ever before.
Three years had passed since they had found the Saiyan, and in that time, he, Kakarot, had become one of the best defensive ends that the ISFL had ever seen. His work ethic and raw talent had been too much to overcome until now. The team's goal for the new season was clear-they wanted to make the Ultimus.
The work didn't stop there, though. As the day progressed, the team went through everything from fundamental film and reading practices to more advanced areas such as quarterback and linebacker. With a little over a week to go until their first game, the team worked diligently to get ready. With a test now looming in the form of Colorado, Sarasota was ready to have a successful season. All that was left was for them to win. The team wanted that more than anything - if they couldn't win, the loss would sour the entire season. That much was clear with the impending playoff match between them. If Sarasota lost to Colorado, the season would become an absolute failure. If Sarasota won, the whole league would be watching them. A win would make them the titans of the ISFL, the team everyone wanted to beat.
Goku had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thought back to the last time he had faced Colorado. In his first season with the Sailfish. It was an experience he was glad to be over. It was the reason that he hated playing Colorado now more than ever. That was why he pushed so hard in practice. He wanted to be ready. He wanted the team to be ready.
As a team, the practice ended with upwards of 100 reps of defensive end drills to work on muscular endurance for the upcoming season. As they broke up back into the locker rooms, Goku made his way towards a change of clothes. He stripped out of his sweaty orange practice jersey, his arms and lower body still burning up from the workout. A whistle blew, echoing through the weight room. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked over to where their head coach, Frost, was standing.
"Hey Frost. What's up?" Goku asked.
"Goku, you know the drills you're doing? I want you to up the distance and intensity," Frost replied.
"Got it. I'll make up an extra twenty-five meters and double the intensity," Goku said.
"Sounds good. Looks like the team is ready for the next session, overall, so let's finish up here," Frost said. "Get in there, boys!"
Goku waved as Frost headed out of the room. Once Frost was gone, the team finally got back to work. Goku ducked into what he considered to be the team's locker room. Once inside, he stripped off the rest of his clothes, not bothering with a shower first . His legs kicked up into the air lightly as he unrolled a towel and dried himself off. Probably a little bit more than he needed to do there, but he didn't care. It was just one of the benefits he enjoyed. He dragged the towel over his skin as he got dressed, slipping on a pair of socks before grabbing his uniform. Once it was on, he tied his patch on and walked out of the locker room.
Once he was out in the practice field, he checked his watch. Only a few minutes before the next session would begin, but he wanted to stretch first. He made his way over to one of the goalposts, and put a hand on the collar of his shirt as he started spinning in place. The air felt good against his skin, and as he broke form to determine his gait, he flexed his muscles as he did. The men in the team all had to work twice as hard to get the same results, and Goku performed up that scale. One of the benefits to being so fit is that his muscles don't tire as quickly as most others.
He continued spinning and flexing, his shirt flying out on the ends of his arms. After about two minutes, he was spent, and he looked down at his watch . The next session would begin in a few minutes. He needed to get there, as he couldn't leave the team hanging. It was the least he could do. He picked up his shirt and started straightening it out, running his fingers through it. The door opened once more, and he looked up. Frost walked in, and Goku's ears perked up with eagerness.
"Alright, boys. Let's head to the field and get this hot one out of the way," Frost said.
A few minutes later, the entire team was on the field, all geared up. Everyone was ready, and only a few minutes had passed between when a whistle blew for practice to begin to when Frost whistled to stop the session and call the team off. Frost waited until everyone was all on the field before he came up to Goku and said, "Alright, Goku, let's head to the office and fill out a few forms. We want to make sure we have everything ready for the season." Goku nodded, and the two headed in the direction of the locker room.
They walked in, and Goku sighed with relief. "Aw man, I can't believe you offered me a player option every season in this extension, you know me so well."
"I know you better than anyone, Goku. I offer when you deserve it." Frost nodded. "Now, sit down and fill these out."
The two of them made their way over to the couch in the office. Frost sat down, and opened up the first form. "Alright, sign here," he said as he pointed to his right. "Now sign here," he said, pointing to his left.
Goku performed the two slow signature blocks like they were nothing, but the pair of eyes behind the red glasses showed anything but that. Frost had probably done it thousands of times before, but he was still making sure everything was correct. Goku sat the pen down, and looked at Frost. "Alright, that's all we have to do." Frost nodded.
With that, Goku was extended for three seasons (all with PO).
Three years had passed since they had found the Saiyan, and in that time, he, Kakarot, had become one of the best defensive ends that the ISFL had ever seen. His work ethic and raw talent had been too much to overcome until now. The team's goal for the new season was clear-they wanted to make the Ultimus.
The work didn't stop there, though. As the day progressed, the team went through everything from fundamental film and reading practices to more advanced areas such as quarterback and linebacker. With a little over a week to go until their first game, the team worked diligently to get ready. With a test now looming in the form of Colorado, Sarasota was ready to have a successful season. All that was left was for them to win. The team wanted that more than anything - if they couldn't win, the loss would sour the entire season. That much was clear with the impending playoff match between them. If Sarasota lost to Colorado, the season would become an absolute failure. If Sarasota won, the whole league would be watching them. A win would make them the titans of the ISFL, the team everyone wanted to beat.
Goku had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thought back to the last time he had faced Colorado. In his first season with the Sailfish. It was an experience he was glad to be over. It was the reason that he hated playing Colorado now more than ever. That was why he pushed so hard in practice. He wanted to be ready. He wanted the team to be ready.
As a team, the practice ended with upwards of 100 reps of defensive end drills to work on muscular endurance for the upcoming season. As they broke up back into the locker rooms, Goku made his way towards a change of clothes. He stripped out of his sweaty orange practice jersey, his arms and lower body still burning up from the workout. A whistle blew, echoing through the weight room. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked over to where their head coach, Frost, was standing.
"Hey Frost. What's up?" Goku asked.
"Goku, you know the drills you're doing? I want you to up the distance and intensity," Frost replied.
"Got it. I'll make up an extra twenty-five meters and double the intensity," Goku said.
"Sounds good. Looks like the team is ready for the next session, overall, so let's finish up here," Frost said. "Get in there, boys!"
Goku waved as Frost headed out of the room. Once Frost was gone, the team finally got back to work. Goku ducked into what he considered to be the team's locker room. Once inside, he stripped off the rest of his clothes, not bothering with a shower first . His legs kicked up into the air lightly as he unrolled a towel and dried himself off. Probably a little bit more than he needed to do there, but he didn't care. It was just one of the benefits he enjoyed. He dragged the towel over his skin as he got dressed, slipping on a pair of socks before grabbing his uniform. Once it was on, he tied his patch on and walked out of the locker room.
Once he was out in the practice field, he checked his watch. Only a few minutes before the next session would begin, but he wanted to stretch first. He made his way over to one of the goalposts, and put a hand on the collar of his shirt as he started spinning in place. The air felt good against his skin, and as he broke form to determine his gait, he flexed his muscles as he did. The men in the team all had to work twice as hard to get the same results, and Goku performed up that scale. One of the benefits to being so fit is that his muscles don't tire as quickly as most others.
He continued spinning and flexing, his shirt flying out on the ends of his arms. After about two minutes, he was spent, and he looked down at his watch . The next session would begin in a few minutes. He needed to get there, as he couldn't leave the team hanging. It was the least he could do. He picked up his shirt and started straightening it out, running his fingers through it. The door opened once more, and he looked up. Frost walked in, and Goku's ears perked up with eagerness.
"Alright, boys. Let's head to the field and get this hot one out of the way," Frost said.
A few minutes later, the entire team was on the field, all geared up. Everyone was ready, and only a few minutes had passed between when a whistle blew for practice to begin to when Frost whistled to stop the session and call the team off. Frost waited until everyone was all on the field before he came up to Goku and said, "Alright, Goku, let's head to the office and fill out a few forms. We want to make sure we have everything ready for the season." Goku nodded, and the two headed in the direction of the locker room.
They walked in, and Goku sighed with relief. "Aw man, I can't believe you offered me a player option every season in this extension, you know me so well."
"I know you better than anyone, Goku. I offer when you deserve it." Frost nodded. "Now, sit down and fill these out."
The two of them made their way over to the couch in the office. Frost sat down, and opened up the first form. "Alright, sign here," he said as he pointed to his right. "Now sign here," he said, pointing to his left.
Goku performed the two slow signature blocks like they were nothing, but the pair of eyes behind the red glasses showed anything but that. Frost had probably done it thousands of times before, but he was still making sure everything was correct. Goku sat the pen down, and looked at Frost. "Alright, that's all we have to do." Frost nodded.
With that, Goku was extended for three seasons (all with PO).