Incorrect Super League

"Nice kicks, dude"

Request by darkness2235: Could you write chapter about Shaker's first meeting with supa strikas?

- refer to chapter 'I call it ABStract Art' comment section to look at the entire conversation (you will understand it changed into a Model AU)

Author: Supa Strikas were forced to model for a sports magazine by Coach in San Francisco. While waiting for Coach, they bumped into an enigmatic stranger named Shakes who didn't know who they were. The team decided they wanted to keep their identity a secret since it was rare that no one knew who they were. They decided to take up on Shakes's offer of exploring the city. When Supa Strikas revealed they were professional soccer players, Shakes accidentally show one of his secrets of his own...well maybe two actually. But the last one was without his knowledge.

Notes: This is a long chapter so be proud of me <(￣︶￣)>

Notes #2: This is a long story and quite fun to write so maybe just maybe I'll write a sequel for this...maybe

Words for the story alone: 9,753

_____

Main Cast:
Supa Strikas

Others:
Skarra
Spenza
Coach

Special Mention:
Invisible United
Barka FC
Azul
_____

It's a beautiful morning in the city of San Francisco. A red bus stopped near the ledge between the concrete walkway and the road. Out from the bus is the world's most famous soccer team, Supa Strikas standing infront of a building near the small neighbourhood of Crocker-Amazon and the neighbourhood of Mission Terrace.

"Come on guys, we can't afford to be late," Rasta spoke exasperatedly. It was around 9 in the morning. The team was supposed to have a rest day for their upcoming match against Invincible United in five days. They were staying in San Francisco for a while before taking the Strika Jet to Hollywood to compete against Invincible United in Technicali's stadium.

However, they have received an instruction from Coach to model for a famous fashion and soccer magazine. Of course, none of the guys were ecstatic since they wanted to sleep in today sans El Matador who was delighted when he received the news. After further questioning, the team would be modelling with a Super League model who was experienced and well known. The team felt a wave of relief washed them as they do not need to worry about an over enthusiastic and clumsy newbie. Instead they'd be working with the number one voted Super League model.

Apparently, the Super League run a modelling agency and the fashion/soccer magazine they were supposed to modelling today. So the instruction came from the higher ups. The interesting part was that, no one knew who the model was. Even Coach. The Super League did not provide any further elaboration. So the model they were meeting is a total mystery.

This did excite most of the team however due to past experiences, it's most likely they'd be meeting up with someone unpleasant (or a salty ass sea drinking arrogant squid as to what North responded while biting angrily into his bagel during breakfast) like all of their first interactions with other teams.

"Relax captain, we still have another 3 hours to kill," yawned Cool Joe. He patted Rasta shoulder. "Plus it's not like the mystery model would come early."

"Oh? How do you know," questioned Klaus. He was carrying his bag filled with his team's belonging. Just the usual phones, wallets and books. They tend to do this and rotate the person who will carry the bag everyday when the the team is just going out.

"Pssh, all big headed celebrities are the same. Have you seen El Matador?" answered Cool Joe as he watched El Matador tugging at his three bags out from the bus. Although three bags were completely tamed given El Matador usual twelve bags but they were there to model not travel across the globe.