𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 • 𝗔. 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦

𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸

[n a r r a t o r]

Have you every had that moment in your life, where it felt euphoric. Something for from reality it's self it nearly feels surreal. That feeling of passion, that ever driving emotion that makes you feel like you are in heaven within those mere moments.

Well think of it this way, when Alexis Stansson got onto the ice that's what it felt like for her. Back then, it was only for show. To show people she's more than just Delta and Wolf Stansson's daughter. She wanted to be more then just a girl riding off her parents success. But now it's about the passion.

The thing had been slowly growing within her the moment her blades shaved the ice. She was meant for it, and it was clear to see that she had the talent for it.

But even just sitting here, watching as her team got fling and thrown across the rink she couldn't do anything, she would've if coach had put her on. Gordon had denied her request multiple times to worried if the risk of her being attacked and harmed as Russ was. Especially because Wolf and Olaf had a grudge on the brunette. That made it more vital to keep her between the lines.

—"for team U.S.A. To turn this game around. They are going to need a miracle."

Dean and Fulton smashed the ice. Doing a hell of a great job as their positions as enforcers. The cheers absolutely cascading over the right and left of the stadium. Shouting and squeaking their names as they smiled in triumph.

—"Iceland trying to pad their lead in the second period. Number 74 spins around. He's in the slot. Kenny Wu picks it up behind the U.S.A. Net. Wu, the former Olympic skater, weaves his way up to centre ice; he's gonna try and split the Iceland defence.

Alexis, Julie, Connie and Luis sat with a proud smile. Watching him soar into the air shamelessly, as if gravity wasn't even a thing in his vocabulary.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Fulton quips with a smug grin on his lips. He passes it over to Ken, not even a second later the pucks in the net, sending a blare over the rink. Tainting U.S.As faces with a smile.

"What's you think of that? Pretty sweet, huh?" He mocks at the goalie who chases after him. "Hey, you wanna piece of me? Here take that." He pushes his back down, pressing his cheek to the ice, pulling his jersey over his head.

Russ Tyler's brother, James who sat in the stands. Couldn't help the "proud mother" smile that smothered his face into a grin. He kept turning to the crowd shouting "I taught him that."

The ref pulled the small boy of the beaten goalie.

Wolf Stansson would never be caught dead saying this, but he didn't want to loose to his daughter. He wanted to prove to her that he didn't leave for pointless reasons, and he didn't leave as an excuse to get away from her. He wanted to see her proud of him.

He loved watching his daughter play. Showing off her tricks, even displaying the ones he and her mum had taught her when she was little. She was his little ice princess, as he'd always tell her when she was six.

It hurt him a little, knowing that she wouldn't be coming back to him at the end of this. But yet again he did leave. He left Delta and her. And he didn't have a valid reason to be mad nor sad of his own decision.

—"that'll be two minutes, son."

"Two minutes? Well worth it."

Fulton and Dean shouted in excitement. Heading over to the penalty box bashing their sticks and hands against the glass boards. "All right, Ken Wu! Our little bash brother! He's our man!"

They both shouted. Probably cheering louder then the audience that sat behind him. Hyping him as well for his fantastic example of getting a good beating.

It was all fun and games until Dean and Fulton had gotten to carried away. Banging and screaming as they pressed their faces against the glass.

Their hands glide along Icelands helmets. Laughing as if they couldn't jump over right now and beat them to a pulp.

But before they could even get a handle on them the ref had pulled them aside.

"Fulton and Portman are gonna get misconduct penalties here."

They are rushed into the penalty box. Still shouting with the crowd. Riling them into cheers.

"Connie, be careful out there. They're gunning for you." Charlie says wearily before Connie slips onto the ice.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine." Julie, Alexis, Guy and Luis shouted for the girl. Cheering her name with giggles and laughs sticking to their chests.

"If they hurt you, kick them in the groin!" Guy shouted from the sidelines, culling his hands around his mouth as he does so. Julie and Alexis had made sure to glare at each one of the Iceland members, both had scared them shitless.

Luis kept cheering completely oblivious to the now quietened crowd.

A minute into the game and she was bottled into the boards. Screaming as she fell.

Just as Guy, Alexis, Julie and Luis were about to jump out of the sidelines Dwayne and Charlie pulled them down. Still allowing to shout curses at him... but not letting them beat him to death... just yet.

"Iceland on the attack again. Uberjavik fires the puck in the corner. Connie Moreau over to get it. Sanderson has her lined up."

—"get out of there!" Coach shouts as she struggles to retrieve the puck.

Dwayne doesn't waste anytime to grab his lasso, twirling it in a cycle. "I'm comin' connie!" He shouts. His lasso reaching around the Iceland players waist just in time.

Pulling him down along with him as he does so.
"Get up there! Where I come from, we treat ladies with respect."

"Thank you Dwayne, but I'm no lady;
I'm a duck!"