SteVo+ 3,702 Posted June 13, 2015 Knights of Andreas Part III Based on Characters Created by: badgers Bangy Barracuda Bay BigBen07 BwareDware94 Chernobyl426 DonovanMcnabb for H.O.F eightnine FartWaffles Favre4Ever JetsFan4Life Maverick monstersofthemidway OAK RazorStar RevisFan81 Sarge seanbrock SteVo Thanatos19 theMileHighGuy Vin Zack_of_Steel Chapter Thirty-Three – Which Battles to Fight Monday morning, an unexpected and uncomfortable meeting unfolds in one of the MedComm Center’s conference rooms, consisting of Harden, Everett, and other offensive coaches. After Everett lays out the basics, Harden rubs his temples and finishes his iced coffee. “How long, Tom?” Harden asks. “A few weeks, I think.” “Is it always just in the huddle?” the quarterbacks coach asks. “Sometimes in the huddle, sometimes at the line of scrimmage as an audible.” “Nothing wrong with audibles at the line.” “I don’t think he calls the initial play with the intention of running it.” “Maybe, maybe not.” “Look,” Everett says, sitting up, “we’ve won two of our last three, finally starting to get everything turned in the right direction. I don’t want this derailing things.” “Mav also hasn’t thrown an interception in three weeks, coach.” “And I don’t want that to change.” “Alright,” Harden says. “Somebody get a hold of Mav. I don’t care where he is, I don’t care what he’s doing. Get him in here. Now.” A modest game of phone tag later, Maverick is tracked down and summoned to headquarters. The coaches begin preparations for Houston like normal, then regroup when their quarterback arrives, repeating the seating arrangement from earlier. Maverick walks in looking surprised, but calm. “Take a seat, Mav,” Harden says. “What’s the word, coach?” Maverick asks, sitting at one end of the table, across from the head coach. Harden: “You’ve been calling plays yourself, sometimes completely disregarding the initial play call.” Maverick shoots Everett a nasty glare. Harden: “You’re the quarterback, and you are allowed to call audibles as you see fit, but when you’re in the huddle and that call comes through the little earpiece in your helmet, you relay it verbatim. Understood?” Maverick: “Yes, sir.” Harden: “This ends now. Are we clear?” Maverick: “Yes, sir.” Everett: “If you ever have any suggestions about plays, we need to work together to figure out what’s what. We’re on the same side, Mav.” Maverick: “I got you, coach.” Everett extends his hand, and Maverick shakes it. Harden: “Good. Now get the hell out of here. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Maverick stands up and leaves. Harden: “That was fun.” Everett: “I appreciate the help, coach.” Harden: “Yeah, yeah. Listen, Tom, you better get to work. You’ve got your hands full this week.” Everett: “We’re on it.” Second and nine, Knights ball from their own thirty, 4:50 to go in the first quarter of a scoreless game. Maverick lines up under center with Jameson behind him. He hands off to his running back, and J.J. Watt swallows him up for a two-yard loss. The Houston crowd cheers for one of the game’s most dominant defensive players, a bright spot in an otherwise dismal season for the 1-8 Texans—a team the Knights should easily beat. “C’mon now!” Maverick yells in the huddle. “I don’t give a shit how good he is. Fucking block him.” He hears the play call for third and eleven: a short passing play designed to get five-to-seven yards. A cop out. But in the wake of Everett’s bullshit meeting, he calls it anyway. Maverick takes the snap from shotgun and hits Wilkes on a comeback route. He goes down for a seven-yard gain, and out comes the punt team. Third and two, Texans ball on the Knights’ twenty-nine, 9:14 to go in the second quarter. The Texans send out multiple tight ends, and Harden stacks the box accordingly. Unafraid of Case Keenum, his goal is to stop Houston’s potent running attack. The only other concern is keeping Andre Johnson at bay, but Rose has that covered easily. Keenum hands off to Ben Tate. Wesley Mann, subbing for Damian Jones, gets beat at the line of scrimmage, opening a lane. Randall and Martin both clog it, stuffing Tate after only a yard. It’s fourth and two, and the Texans send out the field goal unit. Second and ten, Texans ball on their own thirty, 0:36 and counting left in the second quarter. With the game tied, 3-3, Harden feels relatively content letting Houston run out the clock. Keenum fakes a handoff to Arian Foster and looks to pass. Harden watches his secondary, surprised at the passing play and eager for an interception. Keenum has a clean pocket, steps up, and throws long. Harden spots DeAndre Hopkins running a deep post with Flash in coverage. Flash tracks the ball as he runs, finally jumping for it awkwardly, misjudging it. He whiffs completely as the pass falls into Hopkins’ arms and he runs free for a touchdown. “God damn it, Flash!” Harden screams over the celebration of Reliant Stadium. He doesn’t say anything to his free safety as he sulks back to the sideline, deciding to wait until the locker room, where the Knights will try to overcome a 10-3 deficit. First and ten, Knights ball on the Texans’ twenty-three, 10:06 to go in the third quarter. Maverick excitedly lines up under center as the Knights’ first drive of the second half creeps closer to the end zone. He takes the snap and looks left, waiting for Johnson to break open. He spots Watt coming free on the rush and bombs it out of the back of the end zone, where Wilkes was running deep, avoiding intentional grounding Second and ten. Maverick hands off to Jaxson, and Watt comes free again. Jaxson tries to dance around him, to no avail, and goes down for a three-yard loss. Third and thirteen. Everett calls another surrender play that Maverick desperately wants to change, but doesn’t. He takes the snap from shotgun and looks left to Jaxson, but Houston has the screen covered. He rolls out, looking for another option, but Watt is in his face. He manages to sidestep him for a second, but Watt grabs him and shoves him down. His helmet slams against the grass, and it’s fourth down. Maverick struts to the sideline, feeling irritable after taking that hit. “Can’t keep settling for field goals,” Everett says. “Yeah, no shit,” Maverick says. He grabs a bottle of water and looks at his teammates. “Wake up, people! All we talked about this week was how good Watt is, how he’s all over the place. Well, here we are! I don’t know why everyone’s so fucking surprised.” Third and nine, Knights ball from the fifty, 12:20 to go in the fourth quarter. Though the defense has completely shut down Houston’s offense, the Knights have only managed field goals for themselves and trail, 10-9. In the huddle, Maverick hears the play call: a screen pass to Jameson. Yeah, zero chance that works. Maverick plays along, relaying the call to his teammates. Everyone lines up, and he sees, predictably, a defense ready to suffocate a screen pass. Maverick backs off and shouts an audible: deep crossing routes, with Johnson going long. Everett watches closely as the formation shifts. Maverick motions Bishop towards him to help block Watt. With the play clock running low, he takes the snap. Watt gets bottled up initially, and Maverick enjoys a clean pocket. He stares down Johnson, a half step ahead of his corner. Good enough. He steps up and bombs it toward the end zone. Johnson keeps his pace, and the pass hits him in stride as he crosses the goal line. Touchdown, Knights. Withholding celebration, Maverick puts two fingers in the air, preparing his teammates to try for a seven-point lead. Everett calls slant routes for the two-point conversion. With no objection, Maverick hurries everyone to the line as Houston scrambles. He takes the snap and fires a bullet to Wilkes, who catches it without being touched. 17-10, Knights. First and ten, Texans ball on their own thirty-nine, 1:39 to go in the fourth quarter. Though the Knights haven’t been able to add on to their lead, Harden calls plays confidently, knowing Houston can’t tie the game without a defensive breakdown. Keenum takes a snap from shotgun, and Grantzinger comes free on the rush. Keenum sweeps left, staring down Andre Johnson, blanketed by Rose. Brock comes free right in front of Keenum, forcing a throw into coverage. Rose cuts in front of Johnson, tips the pass into the air, and Randall gets under it for the interception. The Knights sideline erupts in celebration for their most meaningful win of the year. It was a shitty performance and an ugly win, but even Harden can’t keep himself from smiling due to its implications. A faint sense of hope populates the air of the MedComm Center. After almost two months with a losing record, the Knights have crawled their way back to .500, giving them life halfway through November with six weeks to go. Even better, Miami’s 20-16 win over San Diego means the Knights gained a game in the wild card race. Denver is now tied with Kansas City at 9-1 after ending their undefeated season, and San Diego is 7-3. With New England, Cincinnati, and Indianapolis leading their divisions comfortably, the Knights are tied for second in the battle for the #6 seed, along with the Dolphins and Jets, both 5-5. Conquering a two-game deficit with six games left is historically improbable, but it seems a lot more doable than it did a few weeks ago. The Knights begin a full week in Los Angeles preparing for the 4-6 Titans, who recently lost Jake Locker to season-ending injury. Harden looks forward to facing another mediocre offense with his defense playing well. The Knights have given up an average of 19 points in their last four games, and that’s including the abomination against the Eagles. The Titans are much more impressive defensively, so the Knights offense has a tougher task this week. Everett looks forward to the challenge, and to putting Maverick’s audible nonsense behind him. Tuesday afternoon, the offense works on quick passes with Maverick rolling out, simple plays that turned out to be useful against J.J. Watt and thus will probably be useful against Jurrell Casey. Maverick calls a cadence half-heartedly, rolls out, and hits Bishop in stride, easy work against the scout defense. “See, Mav?” Everett says. “Just give the routes some time to develop, and either Bishop or Johnson breaks open. No need to audible out just because your primary read won’t be there.” “Got it, coach,” Maverick says, already tired of the subject. Everett can talk all he wants, but the Knights scored their only touchdown Sunday when Maverick audibled to an aggressive play. It’s going to be a long week if he doesn’t let this shit go. On the other side of the field, defenders work on complex blitzes, Harden watching closely. Though they played well overall against Houston, too many blitzes were ineffective in key downs, something that must be corrected immediately. Randall watches the scout offense get in formation and take the snap. Brock and Martin blitz. A hole opens up on the line, Jones cuts through immediately, and the running back cuts to another hole. Randall closes and brings him down easily. “Dammit, Anthrax, don’t be so damn aggressive,” Grantzinger says. Jones nods, hands on his hips. Randall tries to ignore him, getting back in formation. “Every time there’s an opening you leave your gap. That’s why we always give up more yards up the middle than we should.” “That’s enough, Zack,” Randall says. “What?” Grantzinger walks up to Randall, not stopping until their facemasks are inches apart. “Hey!” Harden shouts. “We having a fucking conference? Let’s go!” “I said that’s enough,” Randall says. “Now get the fuck out of my face.” “Like you’re gonna do something about it if I don’t?” Randall clenches his fist, ready to end this shit once and for all. Grantzinger prepares to step back, anticipating the first punch. Shouting from across the field distracts both of them, as well as Harden. They quickly see Maverick and Everett, not much further apart than Randall and Grantzinger are. “I run the fucking plays as I see fit!” Maverick screams, helmet off. “If I hear a play call I don’t like, then I’m gonna fucking change it. So get the hell used to it!” Maverick paces away as Everett takes everything in stoically, not intending to respond, apparently. The entire practice field has gone dead silent. “And another thing!” Maverick moves back toward his offensive coordinator. “If the calls weren’t so shitty in the first place, we wouldn’t have this problem. We only scored a damn touchdown last week because I picked a play that worked. You didn’t. So if you don’t want me changing your calls, learn to call a fucking football game!” He storms off the field all the way to the locker room. Harden makes his way toward Everett, managing to bellow, “Back to work, men!” to get the team going again. Randall and Grantzinger still find themselves face to face, but multiple teammates are close enough to end any altercation quickly. “We’ll finish this later,” Randall says. “Damn right we will,” Grantzinger says. Harden makes his way back to the locker room, finding Maverick alone, still wearing his jersey and pads. “I hope you enjoyed that,” Harden says, “because the rest of this week is going to be the worst of your life.” “I wasn’t wrong.” “I don’t give a shit. If you were a linebacker and you cursed me out like that, I’d do everything in my power to remove you from this team. And if the front office didn’t go for it, I’d bench you. However, as it happens—” “I’m the quarterback.” “Yes, you are, you pretentious, smug, immature piece of shit.” Maverick looks up, staring defiantly at his head coach. “Go ahead, curse me out too, Mav.” Maverick looks tough but doesn’t say anything. “Thought so,” Harden says. “So let me tell you how this is going to work. You will be the first person in this building every morning; you will be the last person to leave. You will occupy all extra time by running suicides. If you puke, I’m gonna make you drink it. You will be fined as much as I can fine you without getting shit from the Union. You will suffer through a long week of excruciating physical activity, and you will apologize to Coach Everett.” “No, I won’t. I was right about what I said. His play-calling is—” “Yes you will. You’re going to apologize and fucking mean it. If you don’t, suicides will be the least of your worries.” Maverick’s face goes from firm to confused. “You’re going to apologize or else you’ll always be known as the hotshot quarterback who tells his coaches what to do. And that shit simply does not fly in this league, Mav.” Maverick buries his head in his hands. Harden is thankful he doesn’t have to deal with another snappy comeback. “Let’s go, Mav. Unless you want the offense getting extra reps with Henne and Buchanan.” “It’s been tough for me, coach.” “I don’t want a goddamn sob story.” “The woman I love and I broke up. It’s—” “Don’t give me that. Not one more word. You want to go down that road? The woman I love is a thousand miles away with my daughter. My wife of thirty years! So I don’t want to fucking hear it. Grow up!” Harden feels his heart rate pick up, and he suddenly needs a drink. Regrettably, practice is only half over. “You want to win in the NFL? You learn to leave your bullshit at the door. You want to be an adult? You have to know which battles to fight. Think about that. For now, you’re on the practice field in three minutes or Henne starts on Sunday.” The post-practice locker room buzzes with discussion about the Maverick/Everett exchange, and initial reactions quickly evolve into taking sides. Maverick is absent, still on the practice field. “Man, I say let Mav call the plays,” Wilkes says to a group of offensive players, speaking quietly so coaches and other teammates can’t hear. “I feel like I get more looks that way.” Penner: “You don’t curse out your coaches. Mav’s a great quarterback, but that’s not how you handle business.” Jaxson: “A great quarterback? Aw, I knew you guys loved each other.” Penner: “I will tear out your spine with my bare hands, Jerome.” Jaxson: “Understood.” Grodd: “He was right, though, wasn’t he? I mean, that play on Sunday when we were gonna run a quick pass and Mav audibled out to a deep drop—got us a touchdown.” Penner: “Just because it worked, doesn’t mean it was right.” Bishop: “Exactly. If we have suggestions to run the offense better, we talk about them.” Wilkes: “I think Mav would argue that’s exactly what he did.” Jameson: “Yeah. Just…talking, instead of screaming.” Bishop: “What’s important is that it all gets worked out. We can’t have this hanging over us.” Grodd: “True.” Johnson: “Yeah, two games in five days is gonna be tough. Not gonna lie, I’m not super pumped about playing on Thanksgiving anymore.” Bishop realizes Thanksgiving is only nine days away, growing more excited about it by the minute. Wilkes: “Alright, boys, I’m out. See y’all tomorrow.” Wilkes walks out of the locker room, checking his phone along the way: no missed calls. It’s been a few days, long enough to conclude Uncle Lincoln has stopped calling him back. As he reaches the parking lot and drives home, he thinks about the situation, still not sure how he should feel. No matter how suspicious he is of his uncle’s intentions, he was the man to bring him in after all that shit went down at USC. Without him, he might not have even made it to the NFL. Back in the locker room, Randall and Grantzinger keep their eyes on each other, both wanting more teammates to leave first, and neither needing to say anything. Once it seems right, they both head for the exit and divert the security guards to buy some time. They find a clearing in the parking lot and line up across from each other as if they’re preparing for a play. Nobody moves. “Let’s go, motherfucker,” Randall says. Grantzinger lowers his shoulders and bull-rushes Randall, pushing him backward. Randall keeps his feet moving and throws punches to Grantzinger’s ribs. He finally gets his footing, pushing back, and Grantzinger hits him in the jaw. Randall moves back a step, stunned, ducking to avoid a headshot just in time. Grantzinger goes for another takedown, but he gets hit hard in the ear. He grabs Randall, trying to bring him down, but Randall outmuscles him. Randall wrangles Grantzinger sideways, lifting his feet off the ground, but Grantzinger hits Randall in the gut, regains control, and slams him to the asphalt. They wrestle around, throwing and deflecting punches. “Hey! Hey!” Security guards run in and break up the scrum. Once separated, each linebacker studies the damage. Grantzinger’s nose is bleeding, and Randall has a nasty gash on his elbow from scraping against the ground. They get in their cars and drive away without another word. Rumors of a practice field shouting match make their way out of the MedComm Center and into the ears of a few reporters, including Adam Javad. He hurriedly texts Phillips for any scoop. About an hour later, he gets a response: “Typical disagreement. Was resolved in minutes.” Javad texts back a thank you, disappointed his slow week will continue. His journalistic highlight so far was being the first beat writer to report that the Knights will debut their all-purple alternate jerseys for Sunday’s game. He goes back to an editorial he’s been working on for months, one his editor thankfully isn’t expecting anytime soon. Recent events have given him more to write about, but it’s still not close to finished. He skims the opening again. “It’s Friday night. I’m out at my favorite club, trying to have a good time and relax, and I happen to see some football players. Normally this would be a cool experience, except they’re more than just football players. They’re the players I cover for a living.” The first thing that sticks out is “cool,” a terribly unimaginative adjective that needs to be replaced. But the more he reads, the less he feels his good. To hell with it. He deletes the entire paragraph and starts over. After one of the more eventful Tuesdays in recent memory, everything settles into a normal week of practice for the Knights. Maverick and Everett appear to have reconciled, and they have a few productive conversations about the playbook. Players watch carefully but don’t spot any tension. On defense, Randall and Grantzinger show no evidence of their fight, pads and jerseys covering the bruises. Other than Randall giving plays to the defense, they say nothing to each other. No bickering, no ball busting, no casual conversation. With all the infighting apparently over, players focus on football. This Sunday’s game offers them a chance to sport a winning record for the first time in almost a year. One win this week, and the Knights are officially back on track. Fans fill in Farmers Field for their team’s first home game in three weeks. The Knights haven’t won in Los Angeles since week 4 against the Redskins. Fans have confidence, though, against the Titans, and Vegas agrees. The spread on today’s game settled at Knights by 4.5, their largest predicted win since week 2 against the Jaguars. Players go through the usual warm-up routines and eventually find their way back to the locker room, where their jerseys wait. But instead of the normal home black, their pads are covered by purple jerseys and purple pants. A few players put the jerseys on instinctively, giving the team a chance to study them quietly. In terms of contour and style, they deviate from the simplicity of the home and away uniforms, taking the postmodern touch to an extreme. The purple, which is closer to Vikings purple than Ravens purple, contrasts with white coloring around the shoulders and down the side, but the two colors are blended by a strange fade design. The numbers are white with a very classical black shadow. Players look around, everyone hesitant to comment first. Finally, Luck says, “These things are fucking hideous.” The ice broken, a few players laugh, while several are too horrified to do so. Brock: “No kidding. These might be the worst alternates in the league.” Bishop: “I always thought our purple was darker, but I guess it’s not.” Wilkes: “Jesus Christ, we look like faggots.” Grodd: “How are we supposed to intimidate in these things?” Jaxson: “I think they’re lavender.” Wilkes: “The fuck is lavender?” Penner: “It’s a color, you dumb shit.” Flash: “You guys are tripping. These are dope.” Martin: “You’re the one who’s tripping if you think these look good.” While debate goes on, all players eventually find themselves in purple, preparing for their head coach to come in and send them to the field. They hear Coach Harden’s footsteps and everything goes quiet again. “Alright, men, we—” Harden freezes in place, studying his players. “Oh, God help us. You all look like queers.” After a touchback, the Knights take the game’s first drive all the way to the end zone, facing only one third down in the process and jumping out to a 7-0 lead. Coach Harden’s defense feasts on another mediocre quarterback in Ryan Fitzpatrick. Though the tandem of Michael Roos and Andy Levitre keeps Brock in check, Grantzinger and Luck wreak havoc on the right side of Tennessee’s offensive line. The Titans manage just one first down throughout the first quarter while the Knights add a field goal for a 10-0 lead. Farmers Field carries an energy it has lacked all season, with the home team within reach of a winning record. The Knights’ high level of execution leaves fans with little to complain about—besides the jerseys. During a commercial, fans in one of the stadium’s luxury suites compare the jerseys to other alternates from around the league. It turns out to be a fascinating discussion, and Cooper, still under the alias of Quentin McDole, contributes by saying, “That’s the ugliest thing I’ve seen since my last one night stand.” Jefferspin-Wilkes and Alex Johnson face a tough cornerback duo in Jason McCourty and Alterraun Verner, forcing Maverick to find his second and third reads more often than not. This becomes a combination of Bishop and Jaxson in the flat, and while Maverick can’t hit anybody deep, the offense moves the ball enough to add another field goal. The Titans finally manage a field goal of their own, and the Knights mount one more drive before halftime, up 13-3. Maverick dips and dunks his way down the field, eventually leading the offense to the Titans’ ten-yard-line. Third and six, 0:11 to go. Coach Everett calls timeout and his quarterback comes to the sideline for the play call. Assistant coaches gather within earshot, as does Coach Harden. “Alright, Mav,” Everett says, “we’re gonna hit the flat. Jaxson’s been open all night.” “Bad idea,” Maverick says. Everett stares him down, and the other coaches tense up. “I’m sorry, coach. Jaxson’ll probably be open in the flat, but can he get six yards?” “What do you suggest?” “They’ve been creeping closer and closer on the out routes all day. Let’s hit ‘em with a double move. If they bite, it’s a touchdown.” Everett thinks, weighing options in the playbook that fit that description. “Okay, let’s do it.” They agree on a specific play, Maverick relays it in the huddle, and the Knights line up for third down. Maverick looks at his two primary receivers—the safeties lean a little to his right, so he’ll hit Johnson on the left. He takes the snap, stares down Johnson as he breaks toward the sideline, and pumps. The corner bites, and Johnson is open. Maverick fires a bullet pass through a narrow window and into Johnson’s hands. 20-3, Knights. Farmers Field rocks, and fans continue cheering through the final seconds of the first half. On the sideline, Maverick and Everett high-five like they never have, and the Knights go into the locker room up by three possessions. The second half is more of the same, though slightly less exciting. The Knights continue their dominance on defense, including a few big hits and interceptions that lead to plenty of celebrations. Though no one notices, Randall and Grantzinger don’t share as much as a high five. The Titans make some adjustments in the secondary that do nothing to hamper Maverick’s passing attack. What does cause trouble, however, is the increased presence of Jurrell Casey, who dominates Grodd at the line of scrimmage and disrupts nearly every play. Coach Everett eventually assigns Penner as a second blocker, and Casey is neutralized. Los Angeles takes a 27-6 lead into the fourth quarter, and it becomes clear the Knights are not going to lose. They’re about to be 6-5 with five weeks to go, well within the playoff picture. Players relax a bit, shifting their focus to their next game, a Thanksgiving trip to Dallas in just four days. 10 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BwareDWare94 723 Posted June 13, 2015 My favorite chapter so far. Your dialogue is really coming along, and Harden has to be the funniest fucker I've ever read about. Maverick's growing up, and the defense is turning into something great. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sarge+ 3,436 Posted June 13, 2015 Yea, this chapter was packed with a lot of great action, and dialogue, too, as Bware pointed out. The part with the jerseys in the locker room was awesome. Mav and Everett on the same page? Look out, NFL. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
seanbrock 1,684 Posted June 13, 2015 Epic playoff run incoming. Cool to see not everyone gets along and fights happen on teams. Seems like while Zack and Randall aren't friends by any means, they got it out of their systems. Everette and Mav are getting on the same page, we're healthy. Time to start kicking ass. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
JetsFan4Life 542 Posted June 13, 2015 Ya'll should have let Adam Javad party with you... Good chapter Steven. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cherry 1,302 Posted June 13, 2015 Best chapter yet. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014 Posted June 13, 2015 Zack got him in the jaw and also got the takedown. Zack wins, suck it Churreh.I loved the line from Harden to Mav about apologizing or he'd always be the hot-shot QB. Awesome that, though Mav may have been right, Coach stays grounded and sees the big picture. Going to be sweet seeing Mav tear shit up and ascend to greatness, now that he's not as much of a cunt. Dmac saying “You guys are tripping. These are dope.” made me laugh out loud. Spot on, lmao. Stevo I'll send you $20 via Paypal if you post the next chapter tomorrow. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cherry 1,302 Posted June 13, 2015 Zack got him in the jaw and also got the takedown. Zack wins, suck it Churreh. I loved the line from Harden to Mav about apologizing or he'd always be the hot-shot QB. Awesome that, though Mav may have been right, Coach stays grounded and sees the big picture. Going to be sweet seeing Mav tear shit up and ascend to greatness, now that he's not as much of a cunt. Dmac saying You guys are tripping. These are dope. made me laugh out loud. Spot on, lmao. Stevo I'll send you $20 via Paypal if you post the next chapter tomorrow. Pls. Randall came away okay. Grantzing got bloody nose. Also outmuscled Grantzing clearly. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014 Posted June 13, 2015 Pls. Randall came away okay. Grantzing got bloody nose. Also outmuscled Grantzing clearly. A nose is a weak, fickle thing. It didn't say how he got it, it could've been something as simple as rolling on the ground during the scuffle. Briggs came away okay? How'd he get that "nasty gash"? Oh, that's right, Zack punked his ass and took him down after landing a shot to the jaw. Briggs's claim to fame is bear hugging Grantz' and picking him up or the "outmuscling" you referenced. Fucking pro. And all this because Zack cared about the team and wanted to see people like Damian improve while Randall cares only for the C on his chest, which means nothing considering he stands around and pouts like a bitch while Zack makes an effort to motivate and help the team. Grantzinger >>>> Randall Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RazorStar 4,025 Posted June 14, 2015 Of the banned word parade. (I really miss that word.) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cherry 1,302 Posted June 14, 2015 Hey Stevo, make sure Randall goes at it again if Grantzinger doesn't be a man and let the parking lot fight be the end of it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bangy 19 Posted June 14, 2015 I want to see Briggs and Zack take it to the main stage and fight on field. Reactions would be amazing. Loved the offensive players conversation after Mav went full diva in practice. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cherry 1,302 Posted June 14, 2015 I want to see Briggs and Zack take it to the main stage and fight on field. Reactions would be amazing. Loved the offensive players conversation after Mav went full diva in practice. Briggs would never do that. Wouldn't risk a suspension. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
seanbrock 1,684 Posted June 14, 2015 Brock would have mopped Randall and Grantzinger like a fucking boss. lol Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RazorStar 4,025 Posted June 15, 2015 And Martin would have told you to save it for the other team of assholes. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014 Posted June 15, 2015 Brock would have mopped Randall and Grantzinger like a fucking boss. lol Shut the fuck up, Brock is a stupid pussy that cares only about money/himself. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SteVo+ 3,702 Posted June 15, 2015 Stevo I'll send you $20 via Paypal if you post the next chapter tomorrow. Psh. Only a Jackson? Gonna cost more than that. (Actually it's not even finished yet. Editing takes forever.) Thanks for all the praise this week, fellas. Any chapter with a fight between teammates and a QB cursing out his OC should be fun, and I had a blast writing this one. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Maverick 791 Posted June 17, 2015 (edited) OK, OK, I have a new favorite chapter again. Next up, Romo and I are going head to head on Turkey Day. Edited June 17, 2015 by Maverick Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Bangy 19 Posted June 17, 2015 Pass me the ball. That is all Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
әightninә. 39 Posted June 17, 2015 The uniforms are fucking hideous... My favourite chapter so far. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
theMileHighGuy 656 Posted June 21, 2015 bravisimo stevo Share this post Link to post Share on other sites