[QoTW] Dodge Ball

Ohoho, finally some interesting questions.

Well, let me tell you a story,about this one gym class.
Now, I’m no Olympic athlete. But I’m pretty good at most sports.

Anyway, today the game was dodge ball. The teacher allowed us to form teams of 6.
“Teamwork.” my friend said as he urged me to join his team. “That’s all we need. We all have decent arms here, but together we can be pretty smart.”
I nodded. And so, I was a member of the team.

Of course, all the big time jocks were all on the same team. And all the scrawny/people who do jack shit all gym were in another.

I have to say, looking back, we were a pretty good team. We knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses and we mowed down teams like it was our job.

Finally, it was time to take on the jocks..

We were tired and battered, it’s been a long 50 minute period, but now it’s the final game.
“Okay guys.” I said in our team huddle.

Yeah that’s right. We huddled.

“Take out John, and we win.”

John was this RIPPED dude, like “dude are you even in our grade?” ripped compared to everyone else.
Getting hit by one of his shots, was like taking a bullet.
He’s NEVER been out.

Ever.

And so…

The game begins.
I dove for the center ball. Unfortunately for me, so did John.
I wrapped my arms around that rubber ball for my dear life. John gripped my arms and started to pry them open.
I could hear the strain on my poor arms and he began to tear me to shreds.

BAM!

A rubber ball hits John on the shoulder. Everyone stops and turn around.
My friend stood there with his jaw wide open. He did it, he took out their star player.

“YEAH!” Our team chanted.

Now with John out, we had 4 balls (lol) in our possession. “Game on boys.” Our gym teacher said, who wasn’t even watching the game, he just noticed it had gone quiet.
I pulled back my arm, and lobbed an easy one. Being the fucking idiots the other team was, the went for it to try and get John back.
While they were looking up, we hit them to two fast shots. Taking another 3 out.

I backed up to get a ball that rolled into the corner. I hear the voices. “Get him. Quick!“
I quickly bent down to pick up the ball, taking my eye off the game for one second.

Too late.

The rubber impacted my face like a cannon, sent me flying against the wall. But only one person had a shot like that….John.

Turns out he switched out with one of his teammates.

“Coach.” I said clutching my face. “That’s not fair!”
“What’s not fair?” He replied, not even looking over the clipboard.

I sat on the bench and waited. “First one out Mike.” I cursed myself. “Come on, get in the game.”
More and more of my teammates joined me on the bench.

Finally, it was 2v4. The 2 being on our team of course.

“Mike.” My friend called to me. “Switch.”
I jogged back into the field, hi-fiving my friend as I passed.

I picked up a ball, and glared at John. My mission was to kill this guy. This ball had his name on it.
This rubber was gonna smash his fucking face it.

A grin crept on my face.
This rubber was DESTINED to kill this guy. And now fate will take it’s course. If this ball didn’t kill him it’d-

BAM!

“WHAT THE FUCK MIKE?!”

I grabbed my stomach. That hit knocked the wind outta me.

“Ah, shit.” I whispered.

~Nass