These goons put us members of the Bash Brigade to shame. They're violent just for the sake of being violent. Portman can be like that sometimes, but it's nothing compared to their incessant need to injure everyone they skate near. I've lost count of the number of injuries caused by them during our match-ups. Sure, our games draw in big crowds, but they're always taking for us, especially the Bash Brigade. They need us to be on high alert more than usual.
We haven't played them in a little over a month, but the buzz has been growing for the last couple of weeks. Whenever the season schedule is released, our games against them are the first ones anybody looks for.
Today is the day we play the Mustangs - the biggest game since the last time we played them. As predicted, there's not a single empty seat in the entire building. Halfway through the first period, there's already been 3 penalties on each team. If I know anything about how the reffing goes in these games, I'd say we don't have to wait long for another one.
"You think you're all tough?" Charlie starts his chirping at the face-off dot. "Nah, you're not tough. You're just trying to compensate for all the brain cells you lost after being hit so much. Maybe something else, too." His comments cause all the Ducks in earshot to burst into laughter.
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The Mighty Ducks Imagines
FanfictionI may be late to the Ducks, but its better late than never. Enjoy the imagines that keep me occupied and distracted from reality. There's a lot of Fulton stuff.
