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WCE (Worst Conspiracy Ever): A Creative Piece
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Nah main board or as someone suggested via tweet
Does Moju have a love of fantasy quest (is that even a game?) or is that all made up? In my mind, he looks right at home hunched over a computer screeen on his front porch with some kind of grimace on his face from being disturbed.
Carbine Chaos
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From the club videos he comes across as a bit of a lovable nerd.
I should have got MoJu to play the role of a computer hacker. At the end he would have shouted, 'I am invincible' before meeting an inevitable demise. Maybe in the sequel?
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Unlike the moment on the field when Woosha was being mercilessly gunned down above him, time did slow down considerably as Shuey lunged towards what was surely an inevitable death. The look of surprise on Demetriou’s face quickly turned to one of triumph; he knew as well as Shuey did that it was a futile act of defiance. Despite Stacey’s obvious hesitation, Scooter was very nearly upon him with the knife. He needed a miracle…
Out of the corner of his eye, Shuey saw a man running towards the scene, arms outstretched and roaring with a ferocity unknown to most men. There was only one man Shuey knew who had such fire in his lofty chest.
John Worsfold.
The senior coach launched himself into Selwood, who flew through the air and landed heavily on the concrete floor. The knife fell out of his hands and fell down the side of the hall, all the way to the bottom of the stadium.
The CEO baulked at this reappearance, throwing the cat to the floor, which ran off with a loud hiss. “No! You’re supposed to be dead!”
Woosha stood up straight, winking at Shuey, then glared at Demetriou. “Next time you want me dead…don’t hire such a lousy shot.”
“But…I saw the blood!”
“The blood of the best assistant coach I ever had. Even better than Suma.”
The evil boss turned to Stacey, who remained frozen on the spot. “Don’t just stand there, you silly bitch! Shoot him! Shoot him for daddy!”
Stacey looked at Worsfold, then at the gun, and finally at Shuey. He could see the cogs working over in her mind. Slowly, she turned her body towards her father. She aimed the gun directly at his chest, away from the stunned Eagles.
“Stacey…what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m…I’m sorry, Dad…but this madness has to s…stop.”
He smiled as he looked disdainfully at his daughter. Shaking like a leaf; she clearly didn’t have it in her to kill him. He walked slowly towards her, hands out.
“Give me the gun, dear.”
“N…no…”
A snarl erupted from the king-pin's mouth. “You were warned. Scott!”
Shuey saw it too late; he had been far too focused on the girl. Scooter had snuck up right behind her, as if she was Chris Judd. He swung his fist out and knocked Stacey to the ground, and the gun out of her grasp. It flew through the air and landed right in between where Scooter and Shuey stood, a mere ten metres apart.
The two boys dashed forward and leapt onto the gun, grasping it at the same instant. It was to be a battle of will and strength. Shuey strained with all his might, but he couldn’t prise it from the hands of his friend. Ex-friend. On the bright side, Scooter wasn’t making any headway either. Much like their rating on the football field; they were evenly matched.
The Austrian pilot’s voice rang out through the rain. “Get to the chopper!”
Demetriou took the chance to flee, pushing past Stacey and up the race towards the helicopter, which was still running on the wet Subiaco turf. Worsfold shot after him, glancing back at his young midfielder on the way past.
“I’ll take him down. Have you got this?”
Shuey continued to wrestle with Scooter, the barrel of the gun slowly edging towards Scooter’s chest. A victorious smile was emerging on Shuey’s face as he rested the gun right at the place where his friend’s heart should have been. He nodded in Woosha’s direction, sending the coach running into the night.
“I’ve got this.”
TO BE CONCLUDED...
Out of the corner of his eye, Shuey saw a man running towards the scene, arms outstretched and roaring with a ferocity unknown to most men. There was only one man Shuey knew who had such fire in his lofty chest.
John Worsfold.
The senior coach launched himself into Selwood, who flew through the air and landed heavily on the concrete floor. The knife fell out of his hands and fell down the side of the hall, all the way to the bottom of the stadium.
The CEO baulked at this reappearance, throwing the cat to the floor, which ran off with a loud hiss. “No! You’re supposed to be dead!”
Woosha stood up straight, winking at Shuey, then glared at Demetriou. “Next time you want me dead…don’t hire such a lousy shot.”
“But…I saw the blood!”
“The blood of the best assistant coach I ever had. Even better than Suma.”
The evil boss turned to Stacey, who remained frozen on the spot. “Don’t just stand there, you silly bitch! Shoot him! Shoot him for daddy!”
Stacey looked at Worsfold, then at the gun, and finally at Shuey. He could see the cogs working over in her mind. Slowly, she turned her body towards her father. She aimed the gun directly at his chest, away from the stunned Eagles.
“Stacey…what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m…I’m sorry, Dad…but this madness has to s…stop.”
He smiled as he looked disdainfully at his daughter. Shaking like a leaf; she clearly didn’t have it in her to kill him. He walked slowly towards her, hands out.
“Give me the gun, dear.”
“N…no…”
A snarl erupted from the king-pin's mouth. “You were warned. Scott!”
Shuey saw it too late; he had been far too focused on the girl. Scooter had snuck up right behind her, as if she was Chris Judd. He swung his fist out and knocked Stacey to the ground, and the gun out of her grasp. It flew through the air and landed right in between where Scooter and Shuey stood, a mere ten metres apart.
The two boys dashed forward and leapt onto the gun, grasping it at the same instant. It was to be a battle of will and strength. Shuey strained with all his might, but he couldn’t prise it from the hands of his friend. Ex-friend. On the bright side, Scooter wasn’t making any headway either. Much like their rating on the football field; they were evenly matched.
The Austrian pilot’s voice rang out through the rain. “Get to the chopper!”
Demetriou took the chance to flee, pushing past Stacey and up the race towards the helicopter, which was still running on the wet Subiaco turf. Worsfold shot after him, glancing back at his young midfielder on the way past.
“I’ll take him down. Have you got this?”
Shuey continued to wrestle with Scooter, the barrel of the gun slowly edging towards Scooter’s chest. A victorious smile was emerging on Shuey’s face as he rested the gun right at the place where his friend’s heart should have been. He nodded in Woosha’s direction, sending the coach running into the night.
“I’ve got this.”
TO BE CONCLUDED...
Well, I've enjoyed it.
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I can't believe I am siding with Shuey on this. What have you done to me, Thorne?
Spartan
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Woosha!!
The moment I saw "John Worsfold" I was like this
EagleCanival
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look at my stuffed up sig
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Yay for Woosha! 
I like this story again.
There's still hope for Scooter.
I like this story again.
There's still hope for Scooter.
SinkingDeeper
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I knew Burnsy would take one for the greater good of the club... Or did Rob Wiley materialize out of thin air? Anywho
Scooter surely must be under some kind of spell/brainwashing/is a robot. Surely.
EagleCanival
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i hope so, if not i will never be able to look at him the same way again
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EagleCanival
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i can't even glance at it, it would be a betrayal of mine
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It this for sure. Has to be. Thorne, you reading this?
hm?
hm?
hm?
Must be, yep absolutely
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I can't comment too much without giving anything away for the...wait for it...sequel. Fair to say there is more to Scooter's story than meets the eye.
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EagleCanival
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Sequel?!?!... i'm guessing that he felt like he was living under Shueys shadow.
EagleCanival
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i love the passion everyone has shown for this story. It just shows what a great job the thorne has done in writing this.
The_Reaper
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Scott Selwood = Brad Scott?
It's not the real scooter.
It's not the real scooter.
Carbine Chaos
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Sorry, just got home from dinner with the parents.
Starting it now! I'm excited, but a little sad. One more chapter to go, then an epilogue.
Maybe credits!