Cringefest 2018: The Competition [COMPLETED]

Crucifijo XIV

Ann drinks half a bottle of Jatorade.

"Chill," says Hana.

"Chill? Nah, I'm hype."

Both teams walk back. Crucifijo's five were the same, but Cangrejo's was slightly different.

"They switched Patrisha out," Ann mutters. "They're getting a bit more height, huh?"

"Oh, it's Gwen," comments Hana. "She's pretty decent. I'm not sure if it's enough to beat Crucifijo, though."

"Oh, I'm sure. We have the almost 6-feet tall Foremans - er, Foremen, whatever—"

"Forewomen because this is basketball GIRLS."

"By that logic, it should be Foregirls—"

"Hey, that's weird."

The whistle blows. Rica starts dribbling, passing to Leila, then to Mandee, who shoots right under the basket. As soon as Rubye catches the ball landing under the hoop, she passes, but Rica swoops in again to steal and immediately shoots a 3-pointer.

A five point play!

Carrie dribbles, passing to Gwen, then Andrea despite being blocked by Mandee. She holds up the ball in shooting motion, and Mandee jumps, but then she passes the ball to Vick, who shoots the actual three-pointer.

Still, a four point gap, with Crucifijo in the lead — yay! And it's our turn on offence, too.

Jorge passes to Rica. Carrie and Rubye double team her.

"Did you think I'm a point guard who gives up this easily?" she asks sarcastically. She shoots up, only for it to land in front of the basket, with Mandee catching it and dunking it in.

"Dammit!" Rubye screeches. "Gwen!"

She drives by the defence and shoots a layup, then as soon as the ball is passed to Rica, Karma becomes the worst son of a bitch it could ever be, courtesy of Vick. She turns around and shoots.

You little—

Wait, I jinxed things by saying I'd cheer for Vick!

Rica, go get 'er!

Leila shoots a three-pointer. Rubye holds the ball, then passes to Carrie.

"CRUCIFIJO MEMBA CHENJI DESU!"

Okay, the weeb shit is real.

Oh, but who's being switched out?

"What's her name?" asks Hana.

"Go, Marie!" Ann and Lakshmi shout.

"Why'd they switch Rica out, though?" Hana questions further.

"I'm saving energy for the last quarter," Rica states. "Pretty sure Vick won't last that long. As soon as she's switched out, I'm coming back in. In the meantime, we're focusing on inside plays. Marie's a power forward."

"No one's playing point guard?" Ann gasps.

"Well, she and Kit can handle the ball very well, not to mention our other forwards, too. You'd expect it to be the captain coordinating plays, but it was me, Dio!"

A/N: It's actually Leila doubling as point guard, and Kit is the captain.

Carrie dribbles the ball again, passing to Gwen. She shoots a layup without interruption.

Kit handles the ball. She passes to Jorge, who was being guarded by Rubye. Vick was secretly guarding her too.

"I can tell Vick's ready to make another steal here," Ann comments. "Marie's right there."

Yes, the positioning of that Achilles tendon paired with a clotting in her pulmonary vein shows me that that is what she is thinking.

Jorge looks to her left. Vick tenses. Jorge holds up the ball and makes a one-handed shot towards the basket.

"Cangrejo's team really has short people problems," Ann comments. "They're no match for our height!"

"You're the one to speak," Hana responds.

"Cangrejo has no chance of winning!" exclaims Lakshmi.

Vick passes to Carrie, who passes to Andrea, who passes to Gwen. She shoots a regular shot.

"Cangrejo's on fire!" applauds Isabela.

Mandee passes to Marie. Facing Rubye, she passes to Jorge, who shoots a three-point shot.

"Say what again?" snaps Ykielle.

Vick scores another two points.

Crucifijo: 28

Cangrejo: 21

"Vick's the only good member on Cangrejo so far," comments Ann. "That's great."

"Well, Andrea's banking a number of three-point shots—"

"Duh, I mean, she's the shooting guard."

"Hm," pauses Hana. "I suppose you have a point."

"Take that, Cangrejo!" yells Lakshmi excitedly. "C! R-U-C! I-F-I! J---O! CRU-CI-FI-JO!"

Mandee lays the ball in.

"CANGREJO TIME-OUT!"

"Of course," Ann immediately thinks as she gulps more of her Jatorade. She has consumed 7 bottles of Jatorade throughout this entire SportsFest.

"No Jatorades were harmed in the hosting of this SportsFest," comments April, stepping in.

"Oh, hey. Who are you cheering for?"

"I don't like people who wear white," April replies.

"Well, what's the colour of your socks?"

"Um, they're like polar bears. They're actually black, but they have white painted all over them."

Ann slurps down more Jatorade.

"What's happening right now?" April asks.

"Time-out for Cangrejo," she Ann-swers.

6 minutes left.