08-08-2019, 09:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2019, 09:08 AM by IsaStarcrossed.)
Ironside Streaming has now gone live. Titled "What a game, guys! Join me in this fourth quarter adventure!".
The stream loads in to Bjørn sitting on a massive black leather couch, eyes absolutely glued to his 50 inch HD TV. He momentarily glances to the camera. "This game has been unbelievable, guys! I thought it was going to get out of hand early, by Philly has really brought the game back. The fourth quarter is about to start and I wanted to let you guys join me in watching one of the most exciting championship games I've ever had the pleasure of watching."
A whistle blows, Bjørn's eyes cut to the TV and his features drop. "Going for it on fourth down? Come on, Philly! Its way too early for that. You guys still have a whole quarter left! Your special teams has been dominant all day. Just pin them deep and trust your D." Bjørn grimaces and lets out a loud groan as the rush on 4th and 3 fails. "Not going to lie to you guys, this might get intense."
"What a sack by the rookie McGwire! He may have just bailed the Liberty out of this situation they put themselves in. Its always nice to have clutch players in the fourth. The Outlaws are holding onto this lead, but at least Liberty gets another chance." Bjørn rubs his hands together excitedly and waits for the next big highlight as Falconi begins to drive her team down the field.
Bjørn sighs in frustration as the Liberty receivers drop two passes in a row. "I feel like they need to check those balls after the game. Both teams seem to be having a bad case of the drops today. What is that now? Six just in the second half? These guys are too experienced to be having this many drops and its making the passing game for both teams look mediocre. The Outlaws have been real lucky so far that their rushing attack is in full swi-" Bjørn cuts himself off and he jumps up off the couch. "Hell yeah! That is what I'm talking about with clutch defense! Moore taking it to the house!"
Bjørn laughs heartily and points to the camera. "That is why you stick with what you're good at, guys. That rushing attack has been dominant all day. Why decide to pass now in the fourth with the lead? These kinds of decisions tend to backfire and this one is no exception. I can't believe Philly just took the lead after how the start of this game looked."
Bjørn settles back down to his seat. The game is coming to the end and the Outlaws are driving. "See what I mean guys? Their running game is electric. First down after first down. This is where the Outlaws are at their best. They're burning the clock. Six minutes gone and they show no signs of slowing down. And BAM! Touchdown. The Outlaws are back in the lead." Bjørn's eyes went to the clock and he paused.
"Oh man. That's not good. They left way too much time on the clock. I've said before that Philly has a quick strike offense. You're giving Falconi and her weapons 90 seconds? This could be bad for the Outlaws, guys and girls." He tenses up and sits up straight. "Oh my god, the ball is on the ground. Who got it? Who recovered it? Arthur's on it? Holy shit that was close. Philly just almost coughed the game up right there."
Bjørn jumps to his feet again and starts pumping his fist. "Hell yeah, this is what I'm talking about quick strike! Jones on the outside! Go! Go! Go! They're not going to catch him right? Aww shit. They caught him. That's fine. Its fine. They still have at least 35 seconds. Just get to the line." Bjørn begins to relax, starts back to his seat. "Come on guys..Get to the line. Seriously? What are you doing? You haven't won yet!" His booming voice raises as he begins to scream at the screen. "Get to the fucking line! They're not going to get there. Timeout. You have a timeout left. Call it. FUCKING CALL THE TIMEOUT! WHAT THE FUCK PHILLY? Stop standing there like a bunch of statues! Do something, anything! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!? Why is Falconi waving at the crowd? Did..Did von Matt just start doing push-ups in the middle of the field? Wait, is that an Outlaw player pinning Brannigan on the ground? Oh..Oh now that is just inappropriate. This is insane!" The game ends and Bjørn stands there staring at the screen. Silent, speechless, jaw hung open.
"I..I'm not sure what I just saw there guys. How do you mess it up that bad?" His face flushes red. "THE FUCK PHILADELPHIA?" A massive hand swats the camera and it goes black.
Ironside Streaming has gone offline.
The stream loads in to Bjørn sitting on a massive black leather couch, eyes absolutely glued to his 50 inch HD TV. He momentarily glances to the camera. "This game has been unbelievable, guys! I thought it was going to get out of hand early, by Philly has really brought the game back. The fourth quarter is about to start and I wanted to let you guys join me in watching one of the most exciting championship games I've ever had the pleasure of watching."
A whistle blows, Bjørn's eyes cut to the TV and his features drop. "Going for it on fourth down? Come on, Philly! Its way too early for that. You guys still have a whole quarter left! Your special teams has been dominant all day. Just pin them deep and trust your D." Bjørn grimaces and lets out a loud groan as the rush on 4th and 3 fails. "Not going to lie to you guys, this might get intense."
"What a sack by the rookie McGwire! He may have just bailed the Liberty out of this situation they put themselves in. Its always nice to have clutch players in the fourth. The Outlaws are holding onto this lead, but at least Liberty gets another chance." Bjørn rubs his hands together excitedly and waits for the next big highlight as Falconi begins to drive her team down the field.
Bjørn sighs in frustration as the Liberty receivers drop two passes in a row. "I feel like they need to check those balls after the game. Both teams seem to be having a bad case of the drops today. What is that now? Six just in the second half? These guys are too experienced to be having this many drops and its making the passing game for both teams look mediocre. The Outlaws have been real lucky so far that their rushing attack is in full swi-" Bjørn cuts himself off and he jumps up off the couch. "Hell yeah! That is what I'm talking about with clutch defense! Moore taking it to the house!"
Bjørn laughs heartily and points to the camera. "That is why you stick with what you're good at, guys. That rushing attack has been dominant all day. Why decide to pass now in the fourth with the lead? These kinds of decisions tend to backfire and this one is no exception. I can't believe Philly just took the lead after how the start of this game looked."
Bjørn settles back down to his seat. The game is coming to the end and the Outlaws are driving. "See what I mean guys? Their running game is electric. First down after first down. This is where the Outlaws are at their best. They're burning the clock. Six minutes gone and they show no signs of slowing down. And BAM! Touchdown. The Outlaws are back in the lead." Bjørn's eyes went to the clock and he paused.
"Oh man. That's not good. They left way too much time on the clock. I've said before that Philly has a quick strike offense. You're giving Falconi and her weapons 90 seconds? This could be bad for the Outlaws, guys and girls." He tenses up and sits up straight. "Oh my god, the ball is on the ground. Who got it? Who recovered it? Arthur's on it? Holy shit that was close. Philly just almost coughed the game up right there."
Bjørn jumps to his feet again and starts pumping his fist. "Hell yeah, this is what I'm talking about quick strike! Jones on the outside! Go! Go! Go! They're not going to catch him right? Aww shit. They caught him. That's fine. Its fine. They still have at least 35 seconds. Just get to the line." Bjørn begins to relax, starts back to his seat. "Come on guys..Get to the line. Seriously? What are you doing? You haven't won yet!" His booming voice raises as he begins to scream at the screen. "Get to the fucking line! They're not going to get there. Timeout. You have a timeout left. Call it. FUCKING CALL THE TIMEOUT! WHAT THE FUCK PHILLY? Stop standing there like a bunch of statues! Do something, anything! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!? Why is Falconi waving at the crowd? Did..Did von Matt just start doing push-ups in the middle of the field? Wait, is that an Outlaw player pinning Brannigan on the ground? Oh..Oh now that is just inappropriate. This is insane!" The game ends and Bjørn stands there staring at the screen. Silent, speechless, jaw hung open.
"I..I'm not sure what I just saw there guys. How do you mess it up that bad?" His face flushes red. "THE FUCK PHILADELPHIA?" A massive hand swats the camera and it goes black.
Ironside Streaming has gone offline.
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