Aspiring

Midseason: The Start of the Comeback

The Boston Blackhawks VS Rival, The British Columbia Backstabbers

As the middle of the season rolled around, the Boston Blackhawks hit a two-game losing skid, after winning their first 20 games, either in regulation of in Overtime. Going into the third game and an important one against the British Columbia Backstabbers, the Blackhawks' main rival in the league, Coach Julian Kucherov sat his team down and gave them a stern pep talk.

Following that pep talk, Jonathan gave one of his own.

Jeremy was the lead goal scorer for the team and Percy lead in points. They had won every game so far and he hoped that they could keep it that way. But then the Backstabbers had to come in and end their victory.

The two rookies and roommates walked into the locker room; most of the team was there. Jeremy walked over to where Brampton and Nikita were. Percy headed to Jonathan and Tyler.

"Hey man," Nikita said as he put on his gear.

"Hey," Jeremy returned as he set down his gear, ready to put it on.

"You ready to kick some butt?" Brampton asked, as he put a hand on Jeremy's shoulder.

"Heck yes!" Jeremy exclaimed, starting to put on his gear. A smile spread across his face, happy to be playing hockey, it always made him feel better on the worse days, and today was one of those days.

Brampton let out a soft chuckle, "This team is supposed to be the toughest." He put on his gear, worried for the safety of his linemate. "But if anyone dares to come after you...I've been itching for a fight for days."

"Who cares...we can take them! I got this! I'm gonna go out there and light the lamp a dozen times!" Jeremy vowed with a goofy grin on his face.

They were soon all ready and heading out on the ice to warm up. Jonathan, Tyler, Percy, Crow, Scooby, Nikita, Brampton, Jeremy and the entire rest of the roster were on the ice. Coach was already on the sidelines as he watched them warm up. Jonathan had yelled out the warm up to the team, and they started up all excited to start to play.

The game started with Jeremy at his natural position, center (or as the Canadians spelled it Centre). Nikita was on the right wing. Brampton was on left wing. And the usual duo of two players named "Zady" and "Nesty" were the defenseman. Scooby was in the net, prepping for the game and hella focused.

Jeremy won the fourth faceoff in a row and passed the puck up to Brampton. Brampton passed back to him. Jeremy passed the disc off to Nikita who made a goal. They all high-fived and skated back to where they'd started.

Yet again, Jeremy won the fifth faceoff again. The second line had come to play! They were all playing aggressive and their hardest. Jeremy was at his highest at this point already. He managed to skate all the way up the ice, passing between his linemates. He had an opportunity and took it. A shot and the puck sailed in the goal.

"Yeah! WOO!!" Jeremy screamed. He flashed the females in the audience his classic wink and smile, causing them to swoon and scream for him. But before long he was sandwiched in-between his linemates for the celebration.

It was soon the second intermission and the first and second lines for the Blackhawks were on fire and had managed to piss of the other team. Jeremy and Percy were still on fire and leading the way, Jeremy had scored three out of the seven goals, while Tyler Marchand had two goals and Percy had four points, all from assists. The score was 7-2.

"Keep it up boys, don't let up," the coach shouted, from his spot in the front of the locker room.

"Dude you're doing great!" Brampton and Jonathan remarked to their rookie linemates, both were extremely happy that their team was winning. As they should be.

"I know, I just feel the goal scorer's touch!" Jeremy exclaimed. "The hockey gods must like me or something! I'm like a regular Alex Ovechkin!"

"Better than Ovechkin," Nikita remarked, leaning over to pat his teammate and linemate on the shoulder. "I get goals, thanks to you. I no could do so before. You make me look good." He flashed Jeremy a kind, innocent smile like only Nikita Nichushkin could do. It had every bit of cheese and classic NHL Russian in it.

"Oh, but Nikita, you were already good, you don't need me. How else did you get to be drafted to this team, silly Russian!" Jeremy commented, giving Nikita a look.

"You right." Nikita laughs at his stupidty.

"Nikita, I think you need some more help there with that brain of yours buddy," Brampton remarked, ruffling Nikita's spiky blond hair.

"I fine, Brandy."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"But seriously, keep up the goal scoring Segs, we can't let this season fall, we must push and we must win the Cup!" Jonathan shouted out, making everyone look at him and give him their full attention, even Crow, who was taping his nose up.

"Let's fucking end this boy!" Crow snarled. "NO MERCY!!"

Soon they were back on the ice for the third period. After the quick talk for once, the Blackhawks headed back to their spots, the second line starting out once more at the faceoff dot. Jeremy shared looks with his linemates as the puck was dropped and the period launched forward.

There was a ton of back and forth and the goalie came out stronger, stifling any more shot attempts from the Hawks. And Scooby stood strong in his goal as well.

Before long, the game was almost over they had fifty seconds left in the third. They were still in the lead and the other team was angry that the score was still 7-2. That's when one of the Backstabber players, Israel Wassmuth crunched Jeremy Sagan against the boards and got him with an elbow.

Jeremy screamed and crashed to the ice, covering his face. Israel spun to him and grabbed him by the jersey.

"What's the matter little baby, too fragile?"

Crow was sent over the boards at once, swapping with Nikita. The fiery pest zoomed over to the Backstabber, who slammed Jeremy against the boards. Crow shoved Israel away with a fierce grunt and then followed up with a snort and a crosscheck.

"Leave him alone, Is! Stick to scoring...or sucking...since that's what you seem to be better at!" Crow spat.

Israel slunk off, cussing to himself. Crow stomped his foot on the ice and then skated back to the bench.

The clock winded down the rest of the way and the game ended with the huge win going to the much stronger, faster Boston team.