04-16-2023, 05:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-21-2023, 11:16 AM by xenosthelegend. Edited 3 times in total.)
Disclaimer: This post is meant to be a little jab at the head office for accidentally removing Sticky Hands from the DSFL Pro Bowl and adding Gucci Gurley instead to the roster. I want it to be clear that I do not hold any animosity towards Gucci Gurley, or the head office. Mistakes happen and if anything, it gave me the inspiration for this short story.
For those that don't know Sticky Hands, here's a little background: Sticky had a near death experience at a young age when he encountered a swarm of bee's during a thunderstorm. A truck carrying several bee hives crashed into a tree and a large throng of bees escaped. Sticky happened to be walking down the same street and was swarmed by the angry bees. If that wasn't bad enough, it also happened to be at the same time that he was struck by lightning. Sticky was able to recover, but the experience left him with an unusual ability to ooze honey from the palm of his hands whenever sweating, like a natural form of Stickum - which was never banned in the DFSL or ISFL.
Sticky Hands had an impressive rookie year in the DFSL - he was known for his incredible ability to catch any ball thrown his way, no matter how high or how low it was. As long as he was able to get a hand on the ball, he'd be able to haul it in. In fact, his hands were so sticky that he once caught a ball that had been thrown from a helicopter!
So when Sticky was nominated to the Pro Bowl team, he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to show off his skills to the world and bring home a victory for his team. But little did he know, his dreams were about to come crashing down around him.
On the morning of the Pro Bowl game, Sticky woke up feeling excited and nervous. He had been practicing for weeks and was ready to give it his all on the field. But as he was getting dressed in his suit to show off his drip, he heard a knock at his door.
When he opened it, he was surprised to see two men in black suits standing there. "Hello, Sticky," said the first man in a deep, ominous voice. "We're here to take you to the Pro Bowl."
Sticky was confused. "But I can drive myself," he said. "And the game doesn't start for another few hours." The second man shook his head. "Sorry, Sticky," he said. "But the head office has requested that we escort you to the stadium. It's for security reasons."
Sticky wasn't sure what to make of it, but he didn't want to argue with the men in black suits. So he grabbed his helmet and followed them out to their car.
As they were driving to the stadium, Sticky started to feel uneasy. The men in black suits weren't saying much, and their car seemed to be taking some strange turns. He tried to ask them where they were going, but they just told him to relax and enjoy the ride.
Sticky couldn't relax and could feel the honey starting to ooze from his sweaty palms. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach that something was very wrong, and not even licking his sweet treat could calm his nerves. Then suddenly, just as they were approaching the stadium, the car suddenly came to a screeching halt.
Before Sticky knew what was happening, the two larger men all in black and wearing balaclava ski masks had pulled him out of the car and thrown him into the back of a van. They tied him up and blindfolded him so he couldn't see where they were going. To add insult to injury, they sampled his honey treat on english muffins and laughed at him - seemly mocking his favourite half-time treat for his teammates. Soon afterwards, one of the large men approached him and stuck a damp cloth in front of his face. The last thing Sticky could remember is the faint smell of sweet grass clippings - the tell-tale sign that he just breathed in chloroform.
When he woke up, he found himself in a dark and dingy room, tied to a chair, with a bag over his head. He tried to call out for help, but his mouth was gagged.
Suddenly, the door to the room creaked open, and a figure walked in. Sticky couldn't see who it was, but he could hear the sound of heavy breathing and a low, menacing growl.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sticky asked, trying to sound brave.
The figure chuckled. "I am your worst nightmare, Sticky Hands. I am the one who will make sure that you never get to play in the Pro Bowl. You see, there is someone more deserving of the honour that was snubbed by the head office last year, so we are going to make sure he gets his chance to shine!"
Sticky was terrified. He didn't know what was happening or why he was being kidnapped. All he knew was that he was going to miss the Pro Bowl game, and that was devastating.
Meanwhile, at the Pro Bowl stadium, the coaches and players were frantically searching for Sticky. They had noticed that he hadn't shown up yet, and they were starting to worry that something had happened to him. As game time approached, they knew they had to go on without him. They had a game to win, and they couldn't let Sticky's absence derail their plans. The head office contacted the Norfolk GM and told him that Gucci Gurley would be playing in Sticky's absence.
As the game began, the crowd was buzzing with excitement. But Sticky wasn't there to hear it. He was tied up in the dark room, listening to the muffled sounds of the game being played on the television in the other room. He occasionally could hear loud cheers from his kidnapper as the person taking his spot would make a big play.
He tried to wiggle free from his restraints, but they were too tight. He tried to scream for help, but his mouth was gagged. He was trapped, and there was nothing he could do but wait.
But just when all hope seemed lost, Sticky heard the sound of sirens in the distance. The police had finally caught up with his kidnappers, and they were on their way to rescue him. It was soon discovered that Gucci (who had no knowledge of the incident) Gurley's brother felt he was robbed in the previous season's ballot and paid off the head office to add him to the roster. Gurley's brother, who had ties to the criminal underworld, then hatched a plan to make sure Sticky wouldn't make it to the stadium.
Sticky may have lost his chance to represent his skills in the Pro Bowl, but he escaped with his life and has a new-found will to dominate the league in S41. Norfolk's GM was quoted as saying "The head office will rue the day they tried to steal Sticky's thunder!"
Word Count: 1,198, disclaimer included
For those that don't know Sticky Hands, here's a little background: Sticky had a near death experience at a young age when he encountered a swarm of bee's during a thunderstorm. A truck carrying several bee hives crashed into a tree and a large throng of bees escaped. Sticky happened to be walking down the same street and was swarmed by the angry bees. If that wasn't bad enough, it also happened to be at the same time that he was struck by lightning. Sticky was able to recover, but the experience left him with an unusual ability to ooze honey from the palm of his hands whenever sweating, like a natural form of Stickum - which was never banned in the DFSL or ISFL.
Sticky Hands had an impressive rookie year in the DFSL - he was known for his incredible ability to catch any ball thrown his way, no matter how high or how low it was. As long as he was able to get a hand on the ball, he'd be able to haul it in. In fact, his hands were so sticky that he once caught a ball that had been thrown from a helicopter!
So when Sticky was nominated to the Pro Bowl team, he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to show off his skills to the world and bring home a victory for his team. But little did he know, his dreams were about to come crashing down around him.
On the morning of the Pro Bowl game, Sticky woke up feeling excited and nervous. He had been practicing for weeks and was ready to give it his all on the field. But as he was getting dressed in his suit to show off his drip, he heard a knock at his door.
When he opened it, he was surprised to see two men in black suits standing there. "Hello, Sticky," said the first man in a deep, ominous voice. "We're here to take you to the Pro Bowl."
Sticky was confused. "But I can drive myself," he said. "And the game doesn't start for another few hours." The second man shook his head. "Sorry, Sticky," he said. "But the head office has requested that we escort you to the stadium. It's for security reasons."
Sticky wasn't sure what to make of it, but he didn't want to argue with the men in black suits. So he grabbed his helmet and followed them out to their car.
As they were driving to the stadium, Sticky started to feel uneasy. The men in black suits weren't saying much, and their car seemed to be taking some strange turns. He tried to ask them where they were going, but they just told him to relax and enjoy the ride.
Sticky couldn't relax and could feel the honey starting to ooze from his sweaty palms. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach that something was very wrong, and not even licking his sweet treat could calm his nerves. Then suddenly, just as they were approaching the stadium, the car suddenly came to a screeching halt.
Before Sticky knew what was happening, the two larger men all in black and wearing balaclava ski masks had pulled him out of the car and thrown him into the back of a van. They tied him up and blindfolded him so he couldn't see where they were going. To add insult to injury, they sampled his honey treat on english muffins and laughed at him - seemly mocking his favourite half-time treat for his teammates. Soon afterwards, one of the large men approached him and stuck a damp cloth in front of his face. The last thing Sticky could remember is the faint smell of sweet grass clippings - the tell-tale sign that he just breathed in chloroform.
When he woke up, he found himself in a dark and dingy room, tied to a chair, with a bag over his head. He tried to call out for help, but his mouth was gagged.
Suddenly, the door to the room creaked open, and a figure walked in. Sticky couldn't see who it was, but he could hear the sound of heavy breathing and a low, menacing growl.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sticky asked, trying to sound brave.
The figure chuckled. "I am your worst nightmare, Sticky Hands. I am the one who will make sure that you never get to play in the Pro Bowl. You see, there is someone more deserving of the honour that was snubbed by the head office last year, so we are going to make sure he gets his chance to shine!"
Sticky was terrified. He didn't know what was happening or why he was being kidnapped. All he knew was that he was going to miss the Pro Bowl game, and that was devastating.
Meanwhile, at the Pro Bowl stadium, the coaches and players were frantically searching for Sticky. They had noticed that he hadn't shown up yet, and they were starting to worry that something had happened to him. As game time approached, they knew they had to go on without him. They had a game to win, and they couldn't let Sticky's absence derail their plans. The head office contacted the Norfolk GM and told him that Gucci Gurley would be playing in Sticky's absence.
As the game began, the crowd was buzzing with excitement. But Sticky wasn't there to hear it. He was tied up in the dark room, listening to the muffled sounds of the game being played on the television in the other room. He occasionally could hear loud cheers from his kidnapper as the person taking his spot would make a big play.
He tried to wiggle free from his restraints, but they were too tight. He tried to scream for help, but his mouth was gagged. He was trapped, and there was nothing he could do but wait.
But just when all hope seemed lost, Sticky heard the sound of sirens in the distance. The police had finally caught up with his kidnappers, and they were on their way to rescue him. It was soon discovered that Gucci (who had no knowledge of the incident) Gurley's brother felt he was robbed in the previous season's ballot and paid off the head office to add him to the roster. Gurley's brother, who had ties to the criminal underworld, then hatched a plan to make sure Sticky wouldn't make it to the stadium.
Sticky may have lost his chance to represent his skills in the Pro Bowl, but he escaped with his life and has a new-found will to dominate the league in S41. Norfolk's GM was quoted as saying "The head office will rue the day they tried to steal Sticky's thunder!"
Word Count: 1,198, disclaimer included