Flyers vs. Panthers - December 12, 2008
Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 6:13 pm
(HUGE thanks to both Damian Singleton aka Shadow's Mirage and Yuki Ookami for the collaborative effort!)
Pre-Game
The Panther stadium shook through the stands and locker rooms as the home crowd roared in anticipation of the start of the game. The game hadn’t even begun, this was just the introduction, the normal Panther welcome when the Cats played at home. These were the things that stabbed fear in any team that dare tread on Panther turf.
“This is so not cool.” Sam said as she sat in a locker/cubby, facing the middle of the floor in the newly refinished locker room. Staring back at them from the middle of the floor, embossed into the white tile was a black panther in a pouncing motion. The panther also glared at them from every wall in the locker room. "I swear, its eyes follow you." She said, elbowing Bryan Baxter beside her as she pointed to the cat's yellow eyes.
The echoes from the crowd continued to shake the locker room. The only thing stronger than that was the electricity that filled the air. No one still really found out who was the weasel that gave the Panthers the play book. But, of course, there were the assumptions.
“Come on Flyers, don’t let these Panther assholes, psyche you out. We belong here too, they have nothing on us. We’re the Flyers Dammit.” Hannigan yelled out, standing in the middle of the locker room, centered in the middle of the Panther. “We got this!”
"Yeah, unless Damian hands it over." Charlie Miller interjected.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Damian asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Means you gave them the playbook, and you best not give them the game!" Charlie shot back. Damian gritted his teeth.
"We don't know how they got the book." Antoine rationalized.
"We know that Syl the Thrill hangs out at your house!" Charlie accused. "And a few other of your Panther buddies, like Tybalt!"
"That doesn't mean he did it." Ty replied in Damian's defense. Charlie turned on him as well.
"Don't think you're off the hook either." He accused. "I know Morris and his pals hang out at the skateboard park with you." Ty scowled, and held up his arm, still in the sling.
"I haven't exactly been dropping in lately." He shot back.
"Sam has." Lonsdale Rayburn answered matter of fact with a shrug.
"That's enough, Miller!" Darweishi Brown warned.
"You and Bartel could've sold us out yourselves, seeing as you probably even won't go to state." Jerome Reugamer accused. Luke Bartel snickered in response, but the door swung open before Brown could respond.
Coach Waters entered the locker room. He was quiet, which was unusual, but worse than that, he was calm. He barely looked up from behind the brim of his baseball cap as he cut an eye at Hannigan. His look spoke volumes.
“Knock it the hell off.” He growled. His eyes scanned the rest of the room. Anger peered across his face. The thought of the playbook miraculously ending up in the hands of the Panther line up still pissed him off, irregardless of if it was purposeful or by carelessness.
“I don’t have anything to say to you. You all know where I stand.” His eyes continued to pierce the room, chilling each player as he landed on them. “This whole damn season, I’ve raised my voice, I’ve thrown my cap,” he said flicking the brim. “I flipped tables and dumped your Gatorade, I’ve even had a frickin’ heart attack.” His voice boomed.
The eyes of his team showed confusion. They had no idea where coach was going, and no one was going to ask.
“I did it all for you. Losing the playbook was the most….it was the stupidest. I can’t even think of correct dialogue to say in front of you of how much of a bonehead move that was.” He ground his teeth as he spit the words out. “You lose this game….just, don’t, lose this game.”
“Take ‘em on the field.” Coach Waters said, pointing into the direction of Damian, the finger could of sent out an electrical discharge, how it shocked the hell out of the locker room. “This is your old team, your old field, your old friends.”
“But coach….” Damian tried to throw his point across.
“Stomp a mud hole in ‘em Flyers.” Coach continued. “Don’t…mess up.”
“WHO ARE WE”
“FLYERS” The team roared.
“WHO” Reed yelled behind them.
“FLYERS, skin ‘dem Cats” The team yelled as they moved towards the door exiting the locker room. To the back stood Damian, standing in his same spot. Coach Waters looked at him before he turned to follow the rest of the out.
“I said lead them out Singleton, not follow.”
"Unless you have something to hide." Biff Hannigan sneered. Damian glared at him angrily, but took his spot towards the front. Fighting with the coach would be pointless. He'd save it for the field.
Pre-Game
The Panther stadium shook through the stands and locker rooms as the home crowd roared in anticipation of the start of the game. The game hadn’t even begun, this was just the introduction, the normal Panther welcome when the Cats played at home. These were the things that stabbed fear in any team that dare tread on Panther turf.
“This is so not cool.” Sam said as she sat in a locker/cubby, facing the middle of the floor in the newly refinished locker room. Staring back at them from the middle of the floor, embossed into the white tile was a black panther in a pouncing motion. The panther also glared at them from every wall in the locker room. "I swear, its eyes follow you." She said, elbowing Bryan Baxter beside her as she pointed to the cat's yellow eyes.
The echoes from the crowd continued to shake the locker room. The only thing stronger than that was the electricity that filled the air. No one still really found out who was the weasel that gave the Panthers the play book. But, of course, there were the assumptions.
“Come on Flyers, don’t let these Panther assholes, psyche you out. We belong here too, they have nothing on us. We’re the Flyers Dammit.” Hannigan yelled out, standing in the middle of the locker room, centered in the middle of the Panther. “We got this!”
"Yeah, unless Damian hands it over." Charlie Miller interjected.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Damian asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Means you gave them the playbook, and you best not give them the game!" Charlie shot back. Damian gritted his teeth.
"We don't know how they got the book." Antoine rationalized.
"We know that Syl the Thrill hangs out at your house!" Charlie accused. "And a few other of your Panther buddies, like Tybalt!"
"That doesn't mean he did it." Ty replied in Damian's defense. Charlie turned on him as well.
"Don't think you're off the hook either." He accused. "I know Morris and his pals hang out at the skateboard park with you." Ty scowled, and held up his arm, still in the sling.
"I haven't exactly been dropping in lately." He shot back.
"Sam has." Lonsdale Rayburn answered matter of fact with a shrug.
"That's enough, Miller!" Darweishi Brown warned.
"You and Bartel could've sold us out yourselves, seeing as you probably even won't go to state." Jerome Reugamer accused. Luke Bartel snickered in response, but the door swung open before Brown could respond.
Coach Waters entered the locker room. He was quiet, which was unusual, but worse than that, he was calm. He barely looked up from behind the brim of his baseball cap as he cut an eye at Hannigan. His look spoke volumes.
“Knock it the hell off.” He growled. His eyes scanned the rest of the room. Anger peered across his face. The thought of the playbook miraculously ending up in the hands of the Panther line up still pissed him off, irregardless of if it was purposeful or by carelessness.
“I don’t have anything to say to you. You all know where I stand.” His eyes continued to pierce the room, chilling each player as he landed on them. “This whole damn season, I’ve raised my voice, I’ve thrown my cap,” he said flicking the brim. “I flipped tables and dumped your Gatorade, I’ve even had a frickin’ heart attack.” His voice boomed.
The eyes of his team showed confusion. They had no idea where coach was going, and no one was going to ask.
“I did it all for you. Losing the playbook was the most….it was the stupidest. I can’t even think of correct dialogue to say in front of you of how much of a bonehead move that was.” He ground his teeth as he spit the words out. “You lose this game….just, don’t, lose this game.”
“Take ‘em on the field.” Coach Waters said, pointing into the direction of Damian, the finger could of sent out an electrical discharge, how it shocked the hell out of the locker room. “This is your old team, your old field, your old friends.”
“But coach….” Damian tried to throw his point across.
“Stomp a mud hole in ‘em Flyers.” Coach continued. “Don’t…mess up.”
“WHO ARE WE”
“FLYERS” The team roared.
“WHO” Reed yelled behind them.
“FLYERS, skin ‘dem Cats” The team yelled as they moved towards the door exiting the locker room. To the back stood Damian, standing in his same spot. Coach Waters looked at him before he turned to follow the rest of the out.
“I said lead them out Singleton, not follow.”
"Unless you have something to hide." Biff Hannigan sneered. Damian glared at him angrily, but took his spot towards the front. Fighting with the coach would be pointless. He'd save it for the field.