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Surf's Up: The Showdown

Hi guys!! Let's dive into this post-match chaos and see who's really king of the surf—North Shaw or Liquido! 🌟🌊

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The match had ended just half an hour ago. Supa Strikas had pulled off a close win against Hydra FC, but somehow, the real competition hadn’t even started yet.

The team was gathered along the Floating stadium. A contest between North Shaw and Liquido had somehow been proposed in the chaos following the game. It wasn’t about goals, assists, or even stats. No, the two rivals decided they’d settle their score with a surf-off.

“Are they serious right now?” Cool Joe adjusted the red comb in his hair as he squinted at the waves. North Shaw and Liquido were both standing on the deck, wetsuits on and boards in hand, each looking more determined than the last.

“Bro, when have they ever not been serious?” Shakes replied, a smirk creeping onto his face. He, Big Bo, Tiger and Klaus stood beside Cool Joe, all watching as the two competitors exchanged a flurry of insults and exaggerated stretches.

"They’re acting like kids,” Dancing Rasta sighed, but a small smile played on his lips. “But honestly man, I thought they were done with this rivalry ages ago.”

“You think it’s really a rivalry?” Klaus raised an eyebrow, glancing at his teammates conspiratorially. “I heard from Riano that they used to… you know.”

The rest of the team collectively turned to look at him. “You mean dated?” Twisting Tiger's voice broke the silence, and they all tried to hide their laughter.

“Who said we dated?!” North shouted from the deck, his surfboard tucked under one arm. Liquido, looking equally scandalized, shouted at the same time, “That's not true!”

The two turned to look at each other, blinked in unison, then immediately scowled as they realized they'd just agreed on something.

“Oh, really?” Cool Joe taunted, crossing his arms as he looked at them from afar. “You two sure bicker like old lovers.”

North rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he leaned on his board. “Bro, dating Liquido would be like—like—dating a shark that refuses to use conditioner.”

Liquido gave a scoff. “And dating North Shaw would be like trying to surf on a sand dune. Pointless and totally lacking in style.”

Cool Joe elbowed Shakes, whispering, “Betcha five bucks they start throwing compliments in the middle of all this smack talk.”

Shakes grinned. “Oh, it’s on.”

The competition began with North and Liquido paddling out into the waves. The rest of the Supa Strikas and Hydra FC team members watched from the shore, amusement and mild exasperation written on their faces.

Blok grumbled something in Brislovian, shaking his head.

“He’s gotta go big,” Big Bo chuckled. “I bet he’s been waiting for this since we faced Hydra FC the first time this season.”

As North popped up onto his board, he carved through the wave with ease, showing off his skill and balance. Liquido wasn’t far behind, slicing through the water in sharp, precise movements, almost as if the waves were obeying him.

“Show-off,” North muttered under his breath as he glanced back at Liquido, who responded by executing a flawless 360 spin. With a cocky grin, Liquido shot him a thumbs-up.

North shook his head, then decided he’d step it up a notch too. He bent his knees, adjusted his weight, and pulled off a clean hang ten, one foot dangling over the front of his board.

“Nice balance, dude!” Liquido called out sarcastically. “Didn’t know surfers could stand still and call it skill.”

“Oh, real original, Liquido,” North shot back, his voice laced with mockery. “Can you even make it through a wave without that smug face?”

Their back-and-forth banter continued with every wave they took, each move they made meant to one-up the other. But to anyone watching, it was hard to miss that there was something oddly natural about the rhythm between them—like they were just falling back into old habits.

Cool Joe leaned over to Dancing Rasta, grinning. “I swear, if they didn’t hate each other so much, I’d think there was somethin’ else goin’ on.”

“Who says they hate each other?” Klaus chimed in, munching on a bag of popcorn he’d brought from the stadium. “Maybe this is just their weird way of bonding.”

“You guys think everyone’s bonding,” Dancing Rasta rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a smile on his lips. “Maybe they’re just competitive.”

But just as he finished speaking, North wiped out on a huge wave, disappearing momentarily beneath the surf. Liquido hesitated for just a second before paddling over, concern flickering in his eyes.

“Oh, now he’s worried,” Big Bo muttered with a smirk.

North resurfaced, coughing and wiping water from his face. “Well, at least I don’t look like there's toothpaste on my head,” he spluttered, grinning.

“Right,” Liquido replied, slightly relieved, though his expression remained cool. “Whatever North.”

As the competition dragged on, even some of Liquido’s Hydra FC teammates began getting restless.

“Isn’t he ever going to stop showing off?” Skipper muttered.

“Probably when North does,” replied Shane with a sigh, watching as the two surfers once again attempted the same trick at the same time, almost as if they were choreographed.

The two finally paddled back to shore after a close round that had them both neck and neck. They climbed out of the water, breathless but grinning, each dripping with seawater and triumph.

“Alright, who won?” North demanded, brushing his dripping blonde afro out of his face.

The Supa Strikas and Hydra players exchanged looks. Cool Joe shrugged. “I dunno, brother, you two were kinda… in sync out there. You sure you’re not exes?”

“NO!” North and Liquido shouted in unison, and the irritation in their voices only made their teammates laugh harder.

“Aw, come on,” Klaus teased, grinning like a mischievous kid. “I think it’s cute! You two would make a great… couple?”

North groaned, slinging his board over his shoulder. “Y’all gotta chill with this stuff, dudes. No way would I date Liquido. We’d be like, way too much.”

“Trust me,” Liquido interjected, picking up his own board, “I would sooner date a sea sponge.”

North grinned at him, as if they were sharing some kind of secret joke. “Aw, c’mon, Liquido. You know we’d make a great team. You could handle all the boring stuff, and I’d bring the gnarly vibes.”

Liquido scoffed, though his lips twitched in an almost-smile. “Right. Because vibes totally count when you’re being dragged under a twenty-foot wave.”

Shakes leaned over to Cool Joe, muttering, “Guess you owe me five bucks.”

But Cool Joe waved a hand dismissively. “Nah. Not unless they actually say somethin’ nice about each other.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Big Bo added with a laugh.

As the two rivals headed back, still bickering about who’d won and why the other should retire from surfing forever, Klaus turned to his teammates with a satisfied grin.

“I don’t know,” he said, nodding at them. “Maybe they’re just rivals. But sometimes, you gotta admit, rivals do make the best lovers.”

Shakes chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, lovers… or something like that.”

And with that, the team packed up and headed back to their yacht, their laughter ringing out across the stadium.

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Hope you liked this oneshot guys ❤️❤️

-Willow