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| Dead Battery | Mar 3 2006, 06:22 PM Post #1 |
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Disclaimer: This fan-fic is based on this rp. -------------- Prolouge: Year 3000 Final game of the NBL season, Hammer Dome- Hylian Knights win, 16- 2 Blaistoise sighs as he sits in his swivel chair in the booth. After he retired, and was sent to the Hall of Fame, Olimar came up and asked him to do play by play for the Hammers. 16 years of this. And after Olimar left in his 5th year, nothings been going good. He turned over to his co-partner, Banjo. Banjo was calling Kazooie, the new pitching coach, hired two days ago, and his friend. Kazooie had been coash for two days, and already in risk of loosing his job. The kids he was teaching had not will to learn. This team just hadn't been the same. Last place, AGAIN. Even with 30 teams, they hadn't gotten any help. The team continually stunk year after year. There wasn't a hope in the world, that anything would get better. They were last, even to the expansion team from Onett! ONETT! it was probably the worst shock for the fans. If there were any even left. Attendence was at an all time low. The manager, hitting coach, pitching coach, and anybody else who even was in the organazation, was fired. Except for him, the crappy players, and Banjo. He opened the standings. It wasn't really a surprise who clamed the lead. Toadstool League: Snifit: Racoon City Megaman Blazing Bombers Yoster Isle Pop Star Pokeball: Final Fantasy Meltokio Vale Final Destination RPGStars Starman: Advance Wars 8-Bit Pokemon Dragonkillers Animal Crossing Toadstool: Stalfos: Hylian Knights Sonic Heroes Traverse Town Onett Hoctatian Warpstar: Chibi Icarus Odama Giftpia Wario Ware Cucco: Apes Skies of Arcaida Castlevania Custom Robo Harvest Moon There was no bother reading the records for Blaistoise. He knew what the Hammers had done. They were 50- 112. The worst record. They got the 1st pick in the draft next year. The high school stars had already pledged to go to college. Jill, Starfi, Jet the Hawk, you name a star, he had probably been sent off. But something would happen, something unexpected. Lycian University would give baseball it's biggest star. |
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| Dead Battery | Mar 3 2006, 06:22 PM Post #2 |
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College Championships Lycian Pirates vs. Clock Town Bandits Mushroom Coliseum, Toad Town. Rover twirled in his swivel chair in the booth. He presses the red button, bellows into the microphone. “HELLOOO! We come to you live, from the prodigious Mushroom Coliseum, where dreams come true! Razin Sharmi and Nophir Moragin rally the Pirates to take down the ferocious Clock Town Bandits, who’ve won the championships 3 years shape. This is the final game in the best of 3 series. It’s for the guts, glory, and the game! Are yo-“ “What a wind bag.” Razin turned off the radio, and popped another piece of gum in his mouth. “I mean seriously, does he do anything except talk?” Nophir, the starting pitcher, laughed. “Him? Mr. Can’t shut up if his life depended on it? Yeah, right.” They high-fived each other and laughed. Ranking on the announcers was one of their favorite things to do. After all, they were college seniors, and they lined to make fun of everybody except for teammates. “Hey, the games starting.” Nophir said, and a smirk came over his phase. “Yeah, since you’re batting first, you better not stink it up.” “Fat chance.” Razin mutters as he grabs his bat and walks out to the plate. Rover turned on the stadium PA system. “It’s the chameleon, Ray Masi, #46 on the hill for the Bandits! Up to the plate comes the star we’ve been waiting for! Heeeeereeees the pitch!” The lanky southpaw stood tall, his brim over shadowing his eyes. With a long and high leg kick, he started off the game with a fast curveball. To Razin everything was in slow motion. Time stopped as the ball came in a big, looping, sideways arc, dancing lazily under the midday sun. He gave a small smile. It was as big as a watermelon. He lifted his left leg took a step forward, his bat coming in at an even pace, heading directly at the ball. The ball met bat with a loud cling from the aluminum. The next sound was unearthly thud. The ball lined a little to the left for the third baseman, who was only a freshman. He reached out and dived to the side. The shortstop, unfortunately, headed the same way. They collided, face to face, and the scorching line broke them apart as it slammed into their jaws. Razin had started to round 1st, but the right fielder had grabbed the ball. Razin turned his head away. An accident like that could make any player squeamish. It took fifteen minutes for the gory mess to get cleaned up. But, as the second player took the plater, everything seemed normal, except for the crimson red patch of grass. The next ball from Masi was a fastball, which was taken over the heart of the plate, a strike. The next ball was identical, and wound up in a 1-4-3 double play, thanks to a Baltimore chopper that sorta went straight up, and came down quickly. The next third baseman, Todd Crom, was at plate. He drilled one up the middle on a 3-2 curveball, but the first baseman, Orin Smain, sent a high pop fly, which the right fielder caught easily. Three down. Razin headed to shortstop, Crom to third, Smain to first, and Hali Neaks to second. Nophir took the mound. “Number 19, Nophir Moragin, looks to mow down the opposition. He’s got the most pitches this side of the universe, and he’s known for a deadly splitfinger.” Nophir worked fast. That was the way he did thinks. He threw forkballs, hooks, curves, and fastballs, but there was one consistency: the splitfinger cause the Bandit hitters to wildly miss, and it was working great as his out pitch. He matched Masi for pitch, though Nophir had a no-hitter through the third. But when Masi scored the first run in the third with a 2-run shot, his confidence evaporated, and he walked the next two. “Dangit!” He called time, and walked out, as well as the other infielders and the catcher, Shaun Smith. “What the heck, Nophir?” “The pitcher hit a home run offa me. THE PITCHER!.” “So get these fools out so you can get vengeance! JUST PITCH THE DANG BALL OVER THE DANG PLATE!” Nophir sighed. Sometimes Razin got so wrapped up in winning that he forgot to just play. “Okay, okay.” Nophir threw the next ball, curving outside, the batter hit a quick comebacker, which he caught, pivoted, and threw to third. Crom threw it to second, and Razin threw it to first. He didn’t beat the runner, but the ump called the runner out. Triple play. Nophir didn’t get vengeance, or anything close. It looked like another Pirate loss. They got it to 2-1 in the eighth, but as Shalin Nosake came in for Nophir after giving up 4 runs, it was all but over. Nosake ended the inning without more damage. Razin swore loudly. He didn’t like being a dang loser, 2 years straight. He was going to win, he told himself over and over again. But Alin, the left fielder, and the #2 hitter started the inning off, because Razin had been picked off the previous inning. And Alin promptly struck out. “GOD NO!” Razin said banging his head on the wooden post in frustration. Crom made it worse, by striking out himself. The Bandits were three dang pitches away. But Smain popped the first pitch, a low fastball over the centerfield wall. 410 feet. Buh-bye baseball, hello comeback. Neaks and Smith walked on four straight pitches, and the right fielder Orno drove them in with a blast of his own. The center field, Alfanzo, doubled up the middle, and the pitcher, Nosake, walked. It all came down to him, and Razu, the best relief pitcher in the college baseball game. He stood up. He puts his batting gloves on, left than right, taking a bat from the batboy, and walked out. Razin dug in, left spike, than right. Razu wound up, ready. His first pitch was high, at Razin’s head. Quickly, Razin dove out of the way. The ball made a soft clinking sound as it hit the metal chain links of the backstop. Alfanzo to third, Nosake to second. Razu came in low, a breaking pitch. Alfanzo was darting down the line from third to home. Razin dropped the ball, a bunt, right down the third baseline. The catcher ran over to get it, but kicked it towards third. Razin rounded second, Nosake touched home! Rover jumped out of his velvet swivel chair. The mistakes that the Bandits just made were so immature. And the Pirates, beating the 15: 1 odds. Rover smiled as he screamed into the mike. “HOLY, HOLY, HOLY! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! THE PIRATES HAVE DONE IT! THEY’VE DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE, AND KNOCKED OFF THE CLOCK TOWN BANDITS! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS!” Nophir came out, a pitching sleeve on his right arm, and smacked Razin on the back. “Thanks man. You won us the game.” Razin shook his head. “Pure luck, more like it. Hey, go get that trophy. You deserve it more than me anyways.” Nophir laughed and headed to the podium, shaking his head. As jubilant throngs of fans rushed down, and as Nophir was lifted up by the fans, Razin gathered his stuff, changed into his normal gear, and left, only a small smile on his face. |
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