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Yawd Wahs: Second Down

Circa 2017 mid-November


The Projection room door opens and people file in. Dak Hoodicheck looks up from his play book, "Defense of Cannon." Beside him a touchscreen flashes randomly next to the open book, "stop" "play" "fwd" "rwd" "pause" Rogue" "Propagandra" "Phlaggan" "Ruless" "Next Play"" Cookies." After minuscule small talk giving Ruless, at his advanced age, ample time, finally all is now seated at the table.


"Gentleman, welcome to my underground lair" (just an abandon sewer system) "Some of you I know, some of you I'm meeting for...oh yeah, I remember you." as he points to the right side of the table. "It's been four and half years and we still have yet to put Coach Biggie Creeds in his place" Hoodicheck shouts, "What do you have to say for yourselves!!!" as his finger moves towards the touchscreen. It stops and hovers over Rogue.


Rogue replies, "Your imminence, he's big and red and to damn good at this thing" A shakie finger slowly retreats as the hand clinches into a fist and is rested on the table. Hoodicheck spits, "Everyone is aware he drafted Cannon Hattrick who has been studying under Efficious for almost a year now." This time in a much louder voice, "I want this stopped!" Ruless, in small squeaky mouse voice, "Oh Hooded One, I have devised a plan sure to create the havoc you so desperately seek" Hoodicheck's head slowly turns as a most sinister grin spreads across his toad-like face. "Tell me oh keeper of dark written magic" oozed Hoodicheck. "Kansitonia will host a playoff game and I have improvised the greatest of all rues". "Go on", encourages Hoodicheck. "Phaggan will tackfully detere their opponent during the first half of the deadly battle..." Hoodicheck cuts in, "tell me, tell me!" "...allowing Kansitonia to dominate, but after halftime their foe will scrap back from their terrible predicament..." "yes?!, yes?!" "...then..." "YES!!" "...forward progress!" Ruless has a very satisfied look on his face.

The entire room in unison, "WHAT?" Quickly Ruless recovering from his assumption of majority understanding, "yes, yes my lord, forward progress -- an obscurity which is rarely used during normal contests as to increase its effectiveness in critical matches." Rogue grunts, "How will this forward progress work!?" With a long squeak, Ruless replies, "Kansitonia will scoop and score a failed conversion, the advancing player will be ruled stopped by forward progress thus nullifying the gained advantage" Ruless does not allow any interruptions, "The points will then be removed from Kansitonia's score and inevitable loss of the battle is assured" exasperates Ruless. Hoodicheck exclaims, "it better work or else!", again the finger flashes towards the touchscreen.

Waning seconds of the playoff battle...3...2...1...0!

Hitch Caulthus stands frozen, his head-set askew. Grilla tries to fill the emply air, "Hitch, I'm not sure if I have ever seen a spectacle as this?" Caulthus snaps out of his revere and turns to Snappen, "Grill, we may need to have Diamond dispatched to the officials pulpit for clarification" Snappen nervously replies, "Hitch, it's quite pandomonious down on the field" With a grimace on his face, he continues, "You think it wise to send our finest scout into such peril?" "We have no other choice, besides if anyone can go and return in haste unscathed it will be her." Lifting his bi-oculus, Caulthus hails. "Diamond, what say you?" "Can you make through the chaos for any literay word of clarification?" Diamond shouts over the stadium ruckus, "Hitch, Grill I am on my way already.' 'However, it appears Phlaggan is under escort by no less than six League Patrol' 'I'll manage to my best...."

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