Supa Strikas One-shots ⚡❤️

Alexa, my lovely assistant

NGL, this was soo funny to write 😂😂

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The sun was high over Strikaland, casting its usual glow across the pitch as Supa Strikas wrapped up another grueling practice. Dancing Rasta, the captain and father figure of the team, stood apart, as he often did after practice, with his phone pressed against his ear. The other teammates gathered around the sidelines, exchanging confused glances.

"Man, he's always on the phone with this... Alexa," Cool Joe whispered, trying to catch a glimpse of Dancing Rasta's face.

"I bet he met someone," El Matador said, with a dramatic sigh. "Oh, our dear captain is off dating while the rest of us are left all alone!"

Big Bo let out a deep chuckle. "Maybe it's about time. Rasta deserves a nice lady in his life, doesn't he?"

"I dunno..." Shakes looked doubtful, glancing at the captain. "He's like... our dad, y'know? Kinda feels weird."

Twisting Tiger tilted his head, his eyes narrowed in thought. "Do you think she's beautiful?" he asked, his usual deadpan delivery somehow making it even funnier. "Maybe he found someone who understands the zen of life as much as he does."

"Beautiful? Bro, you're way too serious," North Shaw drawled, grinning. "Rasta's so grounded-bet she's just chillin' on the other end of that call, meditating or somethin'."

"Still..." Klaus frowned. "I feel like he's changed since Alexa showed up. Doesn't he? It's like she has all his attention."

"Exactly!" El Matador slapped his forehead with the back of his hand. "You know, I think it's time we take action."

"Agreed!" said Shakes, cracking his knuckles for dramatic effect. "But, um... what are we actually gonna do?"

A mischievous look appeared in Cool Joe's eyes. "We need to intervene, brothers. For the good of the team. Let's talk to him. He can't just... leave us hanging."

Everyone nodded in agreement, a strange yet united determination in their eyes.

Later, after practice, the group cornered Dancing Rasta in the locker room. He was, once again, mid-conversation with the mysterious "Alexa." When he noticed them staring, he held up a hand.

"Hang on a sec, Alexa," he said into the phone, then raised his brow at his teammates. "What's up, guys?"

Shakes cleared his throat. "Uh, Captain? We just... wanted to, you know, talk."

Dancing Rasta chuckled, amused by the stern expressions on their faces. "Alright, what's goin' on?"

Cool Joe stepped forward, looking as serious as he could manage. "Listen, Rasta... we're worried about you, brotha. This... Alexa? We think she's taking you away from us."

Rasta's eyes widened, completely taken aback. "What are you talkin' about, man?"

"We don't want you to date anyone, Captain!" El Matador cried, as dramatically as if he were on stage. "You're ours!"

"I mean, uh, he's got a point, man." North Shaw scratched the back of his head. "You're like our family, dude."

Rasta laughed, but they all just stared back, stone-faced.

"Oh, y'all are serious." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alexa isn't a person. She's an AI."

Klaus blinked, visibly confused. "What's... an AI?"

Rasta crossed his arms and gave them all a patient look. "Artificial Intelligence. Alexa's just a virtual assistant on my phone. She helps me check the weather, manage my schedule, and answer questions, stuff like that."