New York Jets Press Conference

Oct 02, 2005 14:15

The team's coach continued to drone on and on about the recent attack and their plans to continue playing with one of their quarterbacks out for the season. Kyle wasn't too concerned with what the man was saying, but with watching the whole group, his gut kept telling him this guy was going to make a move sometime today it was just a matter of time ( Read more... )

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jla_villains October 2 2005, 04:42:36 UTC
Diligently, he inched his way closer and closer to the platform. It was only a matter of time before he succeeded in destroying the majority of the Jets' managering and coaching staff, throwing the whole football league into chaos. With normal players afraid to take the field it would leave room for those brave enough and talented enough to step up, and finally since all this started in Gotham City his dreams would be realized, a professional football contract.

Glancing around the room one last time, he failed to notice anyone suspicious. Reaching into his cart he pulled out two basketballs, the explosives hidden inside adding extra weight, but nothing a true athlete like himself couldn't handle. Winding up, he tossed first one and then the other up on stage and took off at a run. Slamming into a couple reporters with his shoulder for good measure on the way out.

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light_to_guide October 2 2005, 04:53:05 UTC
The press watched curiously as the basketballs wear thrown, having no clue whether or not this was part of some act or simple a prank. Kyle knew better though, instantly willing his ring to create to green basketball hops on the stage. Catching the basketballs, they fell through the green netting landing safely in two waiting bunkers underneath.

The explosives contained, the crowded still paniced from the near death experiance and began to bolt towards the door in a massive herd. Dropping his disguise, Kyle caught sight of the fleeing janitor and tried to push his way over to them. Mostly to no avail as the crowded pushed back, causing him to wince in pain as his bruised ribs got jostled. Giving up on trying to walk through, he surrounded himself in green light and took to the air above the crowd following the janitor out of the room and further into the stadium.

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jla_villains October 2 2005, 07:10:21 UTC
He ran deeper into the stadium, hopping over the the railing for the first set of stairs and heading into the basement. The green light trailing behind him stood out like a beacon, but in his mind there was no way the annoyingly persistant hero could keep up with him.

Reaching the lowest level, he pulled up the drainage grate in the floor and slided down the rusted ladder in one motion. Landing with a splash in dirty, knee deep sewage. Disgusted, he shrugged it off recognizing that every athlete has to make sacrifices to win the game. Not needing a light, proceded to move down the sewer tunnel heading towards his hideout.

It always helped to have home field advantage.

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light_to_guide October 2 2005, 07:22:52 UTC
Kyle was able to pick up speed once he made it into the stadium and away from the crowd. However, it had given the guy enough of a head start where he could make it into the sewer with The Green Lantern just on his heels.

Quickly, closing the gap between himself and the fleeing criminal, Kyle catches sight of the guy toping another ladder and securing the grate behind him. Not even pausing, he wills the green light around his body to concentrate in front of his body and form a battering ram, slamming into the grate above.

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jla_villains October 2 2005, 07:31:04 UTC
The second the hero comes shooting through the grate, the Sportsmaster throws his shoulder into the green hero's ribs for a perfect tackle. Sending them both flying into crates of sports supplies stacked nearby.

Breaking the tackle, he moves over to a nearby work bench and grabs a set of specially designed shoulder pads; hard metal spikes glistening even in the poor light, and puts them on.

"Sudden Death overtime."

With that, he lowers his head and charges.

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light_to_guide October 2 2005, 07:49:34 UTC
Kyle wasn't new at this game any more, and was fully expecting the tackle. Taking it on his uninjuried side, and bracing for impact with the crates. It still wasn't enough to save him from shooting pain and shallow breathing for a few moments, but it could have been worse. He can't help but shakes his head listening to the guy while returning to his feet.

"Are you even listening to yourself? I mean come on, don't you think thats just a tadbit overdramatic?"

Seeing the guy's charge, he puts his will into the ring creating a line of tackle pads in front of the brute, kindly leaving the padding out of his design.

Not even waiting for the sound of a hollow skull connecting with green metal, Kyle moves back up into the air. Deciding to stick with the this evenings theme, he creates a green bowling ball around his fingers rolling it in the staggering brute's direction.

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jla_villains October 2 2005, 08:01:48 UTC
The momentum of the Sportsmaster's charge was just to great to stop, causing him to ram head first into the pad. An audible groan escapes his lips, while he shakes his head trying to clear it.

Still groggy, he barely even registers the green bowling ball rolling towards him. A vile curse escaping his lips as the ball rolls up his foot and slams into his shin.

Hopping in pain, back over to his work bench he grabs a waiting baseball bat, pressing a hidden button to release the spikes.

"Thats it punk, that was your third strike!"

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light_to_guide October 2 2005, 09:36:01 UTC
Kyle visible rolls his eyes underneath his mask.

"Seriously, just take a second and listen to yourself."

He doesn't wait for a response, the expertly wielded bat giving him a good idea. Concentrating he brings a green baseball into existance in his hand and tosses it towards the Sportsmaster.

Being the obsessed athlete he is, the guy lines the baseball bat up for a swing. Suprisingly though, as the ball moves inches away from him, it multiples midair into a swarm of baseballs. Unable to swing at them all, several of them pelt the already hurting Sportsmaster.

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jla_villains October 2 2005, 09:40:20 UTC
Frustration turns to anger as bruises begin to form over the Sportsmaster's body. He futilely swings the bat a few more times before simple giving up and taking the last of the group square in his chest and stomach.

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light_to_guide October 2 2005, 09:45:42 UTC
Ready to put an end to it, Kyle digs deep into his will and gives his thought life over top of the Sportsmaster's head. The hurting villian immediately looks up to see what form is casting a shadow over him.

Not giving him time for another witty line the green chess piece falls from the sky landing down on him hard. Pining the annoying villian to the ground unconscious.

"I always liked chess better."

A smirk on his face, Kyle bursts up through the floor and into a Dick's Sporting Goods store. Favoring his side a little, he informs a nearby clerk to contact the police.

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