Post by atw2592 on May 22, 2008 19:03:16 GMT -5
"Damn, those Stars are gonna be tough to beat this season", Wilson says to Thomas Appleby as they exit the locker room. "Yeah, Brewski's a beast out there, I just couldn't get past him", Thomas says as they walk onto the bus following Tony Miles, who is starting to get out his lighter and Swishers. "Tony, you know the seasons just a week away, right?" Wilson cracks at Tony. "Fuck it, I do my job on Sundays, that's all I care about", Tony fires back at Aaron. As the bus pulls away from the stadium, the whole Firebird offense join at the front of the bus. "What the hell happened tonight, guys?" Offensive Coordinator Ron Mexico asks to the group. "We looked like shit, were not gonna survive this season looking like this. We have the most talent in the league and your show up and half ass the plays like you do in practice?" Mexico throws down his clipboard and papers in disgust. "Get out of here, you guys need to get your shit together before practice tomorrow." Mexico sends the offense back to their seats as the bus hits the highway back to airport.
*The next day after practice...*
"Hey, Sexxxy!" Tye Williams yells out as Big Sexxxy walks back to his BMW. "Let's go to the club and get some bitches tonight, we got a day off tomorrow", Williams tells Sexxxy as he runs over to catch up with him. "Naw, I think I'm gonna take it easy tonight". Sexxxy says in a soft voice". "Ohh alright, did Lisa tell you she took it easy last night too?" Williams chuckles as he walks away from Sexxxy's car.
*That night at Philly's Finest (strip club)...*
"It doesn't get much better than this, rook" Wilson mumbles to Bobby Boucher in a half drunk slur. "You seen them bitches over there, they'll do anything for a rich football player" Wilson brags to Boucher as if he owns them. "I'll check them out later, we got some other people to worry about right now..." Boucher points at the back exit to four Playboy players sneaking in. "Aaron, we gotta get the fuck out of here" Cole Allen warns Wilson as he walks near Tyler Barabash, Keith Finnegan, and two huge defensive linemen on the Playboys. "Hell naw, these bitches aint shit... we gotta show 'em up right here." Wilson says in his wigger voice as he breaks out of the hold of Allen and Boucher with his 45 Break Tackle rating. "Hey Bash!" Wilson yells as he gets close to Tyler Barabash and his teammates. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Bash explains that his coaches are there scouting the Firebirds defense and attempting to film their practices. Wilson is hyped up to fight, but Allen and Boucher drag him out of the club and into the street. "Dude, we didn't want to lose you for our next game" Allen says to Wilson as they head home in Cole's 2008 Jaguar. "If we have any shot at beating those guys, we need you and the offense to step up." Cole explains to Wilson as he is getting ready to pass out in the back seat. "Good thing we don't have practice tomorrow" Wilson mumbles as he throws up out the back window.
*Sunday afternoon, 6 hours until game time...*
"Good work, guys. Make sure your at the stadium at least 3 hours before the game starts." Coach Mike Tice Jr. yells out as the team gathers for a rundown of game plans and pre-game warm ups. "I need you guys to be 100% before the game. That means no drugs, Tony." Tice Jr. tells Tony Miles in a strict voice. "God damnit coach, I told you I need a smoke before each series. I cant think without it." Tony raises his voice to Mike in disgust. "I went to the Pro-Bowl last year with the same routine, obviously something is working". The team separates after a few minutes of group oriented game planning. Wilson gets into his '07 Impala, with Dayton rims, and drives off, heading for the stadium. Wilson arrives about 20 minutes later, and proceeds to do his pre-game routine, which consists of eating 2 bananas and turkey sandwich, before light jogging and lifting in the weight room. Wilson sits quietly, as he listens to Europe's "The Final Countdown" 12 times. Players start to enter, the crowd starts to file in. The Firebirds clasp hands, and walk out of the tunnel, ready for battle.
*The next day after practice...*
"Hey, Sexxxy!" Tye Williams yells out as Big Sexxxy walks back to his BMW. "Let's go to the club and get some bitches tonight, we got a day off tomorrow", Williams tells Sexxxy as he runs over to catch up with him. "Naw, I think I'm gonna take it easy tonight". Sexxxy says in a soft voice". "Ohh alright, did Lisa tell you she took it easy last night too?" Williams chuckles as he walks away from Sexxxy's car.
*That night at Philly's Finest (strip club)...*
"It doesn't get much better than this, rook" Wilson mumbles to Bobby Boucher in a half drunk slur. "You seen them bitches over there, they'll do anything for a rich football player" Wilson brags to Boucher as if he owns them. "I'll check them out later, we got some other people to worry about right now..." Boucher points at the back exit to four Playboy players sneaking in. "Aaron, we gotta get the fuck out of here" Cole Allen warns Wilson as he walks near Tyler Barabash, Keith Finnegan, and two huge defensive linemen on the Playboys. "Hell naw, these bitches aint shit... we gotta show 'em up right here." Wilson says in his wigger voice as he breaks out of the hold of Allen and Boucher with his 45 Break Tackle rating. "Hey Bash!" Wilson yells as he gets close to Tyler Barabash and his teammates. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Bash explains that his coaches are there scouting the Firebirds defense and attempting to film their practices. Wilson is hyped up to fight, but Allen and Boucher drag him out of the club and into the street. "Dude, we didn't want to lose you for our next game" Allen says to Wilson as they head home in Cole's 2008 Jaguar. "If we have any shot at beating those guys, we need you and the offense to step up." Cole explains to Wilson as he is getting ready to pass out in the back seat. "Good thing we don't have practice tomorrow" Wilson mumbles as he throws up out the back window.
*Sunday afternoon, 6 hours until game time...*
"Good work, guys. Make sure your at the stadium at least 3 hours before the game starts." Coach Mike Tice Jr. yells out as the team gathers for a rundown of game plans and pre-game warm ups. "I need you guys to be 100% before the game. That means no drugs, Tony." Tice Jr. tells Tony Miles in a strict voice. "God damnit coach, I told you I need a smoke before each series. I cant think without it." Tony raises his voice to Mike in disgust. "I went to the Pro-Bowl last year with the same routine, obviously something is working". The team separates after a few minutes of group oriented game planning. Wilson gets into his '07 Impala, with Dayton rims, and drives off, heading for the stadium. Wilson arrives about 20 minutes later, and proceeds to do his pre-game routine, which consists of eating 2 bananas and turkey sandwich, before light jogging and lifting in the weight room. Wilson sits quietly, as he listens to Europe's "The Final Countdown" 12 times. Players start to enter, the crowd starts to file in. The Firebirds clasp hands, and walk out of the tunnel, ready for battle.
