WK10: Certain (7-2) vs. Soulstice (3-4) [Certain wins by NS.]

King Ra. · 12-10-2014, 03:45 PM

AOWL Season IV, Week 10

OFFICIAL RULES:

Verses are due Sunday, December 14th, 11:59p.m. PCT/2:59a.m. EST/7:59a.m. UK. There are NO extensions.

Verses MUST be a minimum 10 lines or a maximum of 48 lines (or 650 words).

Votes are due Wednesday, December 17th, 11:00p.m. PCT/8p.m. EST/4a.m. UK. Failure to vote will result in automatic sign out for the next week.

TOPIC: Nas- "Hold Down The Block"

Good luck. @Certain @Soulstice

Soulstice · 12-11-2014, 10:19 PM

whats up

Certain · 12-11-2014, 10:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Soulstice

whats up

Not much. Want to go 24 lines/360 words as the maximum?

Soulstice · 12-12-2014, 04:39 PM

I can't make any promises I won't eclipse it tbh. I'm writing saturday afternoon so then I'll know for sure.

Certain · 12-12-2014, 04:55 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Soulstice

I can't make any promises I won't eclipse it tbh. I'm writing saturday afternoon so then I'll know for sure.

OK, then never mind.

Certain · 12-13-2014, 09:13 PM

"Come on, Simmons, hold your fucking block!"

Coach's whistle pierces. Sweat streams down Jason's cheeks.
Head down, ass up until the snap and straightened knees.
He's made his peace with the taped fingers and lingering pains,
but betrays his weak past with deep gasps and physical strains.
He's still jiggling weight from his days as a fat kid
with no place in the game.
He's never facing that way again.
Determined to find meaning through something more
than cheesecake and potato skins.
But hunger pangs hit him like a linebacker,
so he grinds faster, setting the blocks, steady and locked.
As he steps into spot, ducking down, he starts seeing time backwards.

"Hold your damn block, Simmons!"

They're running behind him again on the right side.
Strong side. Jason's side. Carving holes with tight strides,
he buckles another defender to open a gap for the back,
who dashes through fast. Touchdown. But at practice it lacks
the glory of six and a rest. Coach sticks out his chest,
"Simmons, you weren't on the A-Gap! You were listening, yes?"
"But we scored?!" And Jason recalls meeting Coach in physical ed.
A chubby dork showing surprise strength with weights in limited sets.
The roster spot. The letterman jacket.
From oft-forgot to friends with the masses.

"What the hell are you doing, Simmons? Hold down your block!"

Jason's pressing. Feels his heart beating with the same force
of that defensive tackle. Shedding shackles, he maintains course
and keeps the pocket protected. All the while, he's not stopping for breath yet,
determined to make good on his honest regrets and nodding his head, "Yes,"
as Coach barks another order while Jason's coughing up phlegm.
The puke can's on the sideline, but he's not leaving the field.
Hobbled and wrecked, his back in his stance, feeble but healed
as another snap count fades out. And then he fades out.
And Jason falls to the turf face down.

12-10-2014, 03:45 PM	#1
King Ra. The Throne, The Crown Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 2,667 Battle Record: 21-35 Rep Power: 1932960	WK10: Certain (7-2) vs. Soulstice (3-4) [Certain wins by NS.] AOWL Season IV, Week 10 OFFICIAL RULES: Verses are due Sunday, December 14th, 11:59p.m. PCT/2:59a.m. EST/7:59a.m. UK. There are NO extensions. Verses MUST be a minimum 10 lines or a maximum of 48 lines (or 650 words). Votes are due Wednesday, December 17th, 11:00p.m. PCT/8p.m. EST/4a.m. UK. Failure to vote will result in automatic sign out for the next week. TOPIC: Nas- "Hold Down The Block" Good luck. @Certain @Soulstice __________________ Vetwork, bitches. Last edited by King Ra.; 12-13-2014 at 03:52 AM.

12-13-2014, 09:13 PM	#6
Certain Mad fucking dangerous. Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 12,072 Battle Record: 40-19 Champed - AOWL Season 3 - Art of Writing League (2x) Rep Power: 85899403	"Come on, Simmons, hold your fucking block!" Coach's whistle pierces. Sweat streams down Jason's cheeks. Head down, ass up until the snap and straightened knees. He's made his peace with the taped fingers and lingering pains, but betrays his weak past with deep gasps and physical strains. He's still jiggling weight from his days as a fat kid with no place in the game. He's never facing that way again. Determined to find meaning through something more than cheesecake and potato skins. But hunger pangs hit him like a linebacker, so he grinds faster, setting the blocks, steady and locked. As he steps into spot, ducking down, he starts seeing time backwards. "Hold your damn block, Simmons!" They're running behind him again on the right side. Strong side. Jason's side. Carving holes with tight strides, he buckles another defender to open a gap for the back, who dashes through fast. Touchdown. But at practice it lacks the glory of six and a rest. Coach sticks out his chest, "Simmons, you weren't on the A-Gap! You were listening, yes?" "But we scored?!" And Jason recalls meeting Coach in physical ed. A chubby dork showing surprise strength with weights in limited sets. The roster spot. The letterman jacket. From oft-forgot to friends with the masses. "What the hell are you doing, Simmons? Hold down your block!" Jason's pressing. Feels his heart beating with the same force of that defensive tackle. Shedding shackles, he maintains course and keeps the pocket protected. All the while, he's not stopping for breath yet, determined to make good on his honest regrets and nodding his head, "Yes," as Coach barks another order while Jason's coughing up phlegm. The puke can's on the sideline, but he's not leaving the field. Hobbled and wrecked, his back in his stance, feeble but healed as another snap count fades out. And then he fades out. And Jason falls to the turf face down.