Zmac & Sit: NLSC Undraftees - The After Party....

by **c0nr4d** on Mon Mar 13, 2006 11:30 pm

Nice story to start us off, now i cant wait until we get rollin

Ratings:
+ : shooting, defensive awareness, speed, quickness, dribbling, and offensive awareness
-/+ : jumping, stamina (below average, but not horrible), hardiness, and passing
- : blocking, dunking (anything), rebounding (anything), and inside scoring

by **Fresh8** on Mon Mar 13, 2006 11:49 pm

Down to Business - Part 1

It was cold in the room as the air conditioner blew a cool, artificial breeze into the back of Nas’ head. As it brushed the hairs on the back of his neck, Nas shivered. The meeting room was deserted, only occupied by one man; himself. He kept checking the booklet in front of him just to make sure it was the right day. Nas looked out the window, the sky was clear and down below was the hustle and bustle that New York was all about.

There was a knock at the door and a raspy voice called out, “They are here boss.”
Nas took a quick look at his watch and went over to open the door, “Still early dawg!”
Nas was taken back as it was a group of women standing at the door. His male secretary stated, “The cheerleaders, boss. All from the red light district as you ordered.”
“Is this all you can get boy? You must be crazy!”
“What do you think? We don’t have money to get those high class hoes!”
“What these bitches going to do? Scare the fans away? This one got no tits, she got a fat ass… and this one looks like a man, period!” shouted Nas in a disgusted voice.
His secretary said, “We just got to make use of what we can get our hands on.”
Nas waved he group of women off and whispered to his aide in a menacing tone, “You had better get some better ones or I will pop a cap in your sorry ass yo.”
And with that, Nas slammed the door and went back to sit down.

There was another knock on the door and Nas screamed out, “I told you, I don’t like dykes! Now piss off!”
The door opened and two Asian guys stood in the way, one of them was dressed in a business suit while the other was wearing a cheap tracksuit.
The one in the tracksuit said, “We’re not dykes sir.”
Nas laughed, “Of course you’re not! Welcome, welcome! I’ve been expecting you! Cheap suit huh?”
The Asian in the business suit responded, “Fake suit.”
Nas nodded and offered the two seats, “Jing Xu, Sam Anurak? Am I correct?”
Jing and Sam both nodded, Sam was the one in the sportswear, trying to look like a pro sportsperson and Jing decided to try to look smart that day, trying to look like a businessman. Both of them failed miserably as Sam’s track pants had holes in them and Jing was wearing a black jacket with white pinstripes and trousers that were purple.
“I hope your basketball is better than your fashion sense boys,” Nas said to both of them.

Suddenly, three guys stumbled into the meeting room. One was a tall, skinny guy with curly hair. He was wearing a blood stained jersey that displayed the faded outline of a dolphin. One other was shorter than him but a little bit more muscular. He wore a pink that read, ‘Does somebody need a hug?’ The shortest was wearing short shorts and a running t-shirt.
“Zac man, I swear I heard about this guy before. You know what I heard? He shoots people and he don’t like people like us!” the lanky kid told his mate in the pink.
The guy in the pink shushed his friend, “Oi, shut up!”
Nas glared at Robert and then spoke to Zac and the thrid guy, “Mark, Zac and Rob I assume?”
The three boys nodded nervously and Nas continued, “Welcome here. Take a seat brothers.”
Zac whispered to Rob, “Man, you’re dead now. He’s fully gangsta.”
“Oh shit, Why do I always get bashed up?" Rob cried in fear, pointing at the blood stains on his jersey, "Am I really gonna get shot?”
“Yes, yes you are,” Nas shot from across the room in a threatening voice.
“I think he’s serious,” Mark said to Rob.
Rob looked at Zac in a ‘Ron Weasly from Harry Potter look,’ “I think I wet myself…”

They were only interrupted by the footsteps of a few other guys filling up the room.
Nas smiled and lit up his cigar, “Welcome G's, welcome!”
Jing shouted out, “Is that all you say?”
Sam added, “Yeah… is it like a disease or something? Or are you spastic?”
“Don’t say that, he’s going to shoot you too,” Rob cried out in fright as he sunk deeper into his seat.
A black guy walked past him and took a quick look at Rob who was whimpering away. The kid had a jersey with ‘Mafia’ written on the back and he shook his head in disgust before taking up his chair.
Nas counted the number of guys in the room, there were only eleven...

by **Jing** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 12:02 am

haha fashion sense!
what a crackpot of players

good writing zmac. but so like me, i'll be the smart one :wink:

by **Jugs** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 12:06 am

You had to incorporate my dolphins :lol:

good stuff. I love comedy (Y)

by **Sac-1** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 1:47 am

First Name : Khalid
Last Name : Sleiman
Number : 16
Date of birth : July 30, 1992
Birthplace(City) : Sharjah
Birthplace(Country) : U.A.E
Weight : 168
Height : 6"1'
Body Tone : Thin
Muscle Tone : Normal
School : N/A
Hand : Right
Accesories : Team Headband
Position : PG/SG

+ : Speed, Quickness, Stealing, Defensive awareness, Blocking, Jumping
-/+ : Shooting, passing, Dribbling, 3 pt, Stamina, Primacy, FG
- : Rebounding, Dunking, Offensive awareness, Hardiness, Inside scoring

by **c0nr4d** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 3:10 am

lol...nice stuff Will

Now lets get it crackin!

by **Andr0id** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:52 am

First Name : Daniel
Last Name : Fernandes
Number : 28
Date of birth : June 26, 1992
Birthplace(City) : Toronto
Birthplace(Country) : Canada
Weight : 135
Height : 6"2'
Body Tone : Average
Muscle Tone : Normal
School : Don Mills C.I
Hand : Right
Accesories : Team Headband, Rubber wristbands on left and right arms
Position : SF/PG

+ : Jumping, Quickness, passing, speed,3 pt
-/+ : Shooting, Dribbling, inside scoring, Stamina, Primacy, FG, O. Awareness
- : Rebounding, Defensive awareness, Hardiness, Inside scoring

by **BOSS** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 7:41 am

Jing wrote:haha fashion sense!
what a crackpot of players

good writing zmac. but so like me, i'll be the smart one

haha i have the best fashion sense.
dissin' my track pants.
you kno me and jing are good.
haha.
good shit man.

by **Anthony15** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:07 am

+ :Inside Scoring, Defensive Rebounding, Hardiness, Blocking, Dunking, Jumping
-/+ : FG, FT, Stealing, O. Rebounding, Speed
- : Quick, Dribble, Passing, 3 PT

by **c0nr4d** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 2:57 pm

nice portraits on the roster section, but they seem REALLY shiny :lol:

this seems close to the beginning, im itching to get out there and be the floor general we need

(i'll never say this in any other circumstance, but) Go Knicks!

by **Mark.** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 3:14 pm

Awesome story there (Y)

+ : FG, Speed, Quickness, Endurance, Off A, Stealing
-/+ : Dribbling, Deff A, 3pt, FT, Jumping, Dunking
- : Rebounding, Hardiness, Inside Scoring, Blocking

by **zmac** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:05 pm

I still need CYBERFACES from 2 people (Sac-1, Malfa).
Could you guys get them to me asap, or I will have to use someone else.

by **Sac-1** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:13 pm

I'll try to get it in by the end of tomorrow if that's ok with you.

by **Jing** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:21 pm

hm i just realized i wrote good writing zmac... who's doing primarly what?
good writing sit. u aussies.

by **zmac** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:29 pm

Sits gonna mainly do the writeups. But I do the recaps of games and all that, plus the occasionaly writeup.

by **Malfa** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 5:07 pm

CF sent

by **Fresh8** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:32 pm

Yeh, I'm not gonna be too active on this one. I'm aminly around to help write up and give ideas!

by **Fresh8** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:38 pm

Down to Business - Part 2

Nas shook his head, wondering who was actually missing. He only knew of a few of the guys from looking at pictures of them in his little booklet which was designed like a team magazine. However, it was in fact the team’s playbook that happened to include player profiles of the soon-to-be team mates.
He cleared his throat, “Alright hustlers, let’s get this thang started yo. We gonna bring some action to da hood. We gonna win that ring yo and we gonna win with style. We gonna get that cred that we deserve yo and tell me if I say too many yos, yo.”
The black guy with ‘Mafia’ on his back raised his hand, “Can you stop with the yos, sir?”
“Can’t you give a brother some love? C’mon homie, feel it with me, say yo with me G!”
Desmond just shook his head; he was a serious kid and was only here for business. Nas knew he wasn’t going to get a response so he pressed on.
“Let’s get down to business,” Nas started to be grave, “We’ve got a lot of work and as a team, and we need to play together as if we’ve played together before. It's gonna be hard yo, but we can hustle like brothers would normally hustle. Play like our lives depended on it."
“Word,” Jing interrupted drawing a few of the guys taking a look at him.
Nas continued, “So as a team, we’ve got to get to know each other. Let’s go around and see who all of y’all are, yo.”
Nas pointed at Jing and he started the team introductions.

Jing said, “Jing Xu, I play the guard position. Come from China, hope to have fun around here.”
Jing’s friend started, “Hey everyone, I’m Sam and I come from Thailand…”
Jugs interrupted, “Oh, heaps of man whores there!”
Sam glared at him, “Shut up man. Give me some respect! Anyways, I will be playing a bit of small forward and power forward. Maybe some centre too! Nice to be here.”
Next to Jing was the black kid and he looked up from his mobile phone, “Desmond Jackson, hope you folks call me Mafia. I would say my strength is scoring so look for me to score some for you guys. Not being cocky or anything but with me on the team, I know offence will be just fine.”
“I’m Conrad Burry,” A kid with greasy-looking hair waved towards everyone, “I’m trying out for the starting point guard position. I hope I can help lead this team to the playoffs with my mate Desmond on the team.”
A skinny and pale skinned kid sat in his chair and looked like he was having trouble keeping up with the conversation but finally uttered a few words, “My name Evert. I am beautiful at basketball.”
“It’s not beautiful, it’s good,” Jing rolled his eyes in disgust.
“Hey man, stop acting all smart and shit,” Sam joked with his friend.

Mark Moore then spoke up, “Hey guys, I’m from New Zealand. These are my two mates Rob and Zac; just call them Jugs and Zmac. Those two are from Aussieland.”
Rob then made sheep noises and was treated to multiple punches in the gut from Mark who then added, “Don’t worry about this fag. He’s just a bit gay.”
Zmac also said, “I don’t know why he’s here… only because he’s tall I guess.”
“My name is Malfa,” the guy sitting nect to Zac said, “I want to play some guard and maybe a bit of forward for this team. This is Ivan…”
A tall man sitting next to him raised his hand out and made a slight gesture, “I’m Ivan. I’m tall and I can beat any of you runts whenever I like. Don’t piss me off.”
The only guy not to have spoken up was playing video games under the table.
Zac called out, “Hey nerd, speak up! It’s your turn.”
The kid looked up and hid the PSP away behind him and quickly said, “Hi, I’m Khalid. I’s a great player and I should be the star player! Watch for me to score 40 points a game.”
Zac frowned, “I don’t like this guy already.”
Malfa nodded in agreement and tapped Zac on the back, “Hey Zmac, we should dack him in the first game.”
The two gave each other a high five in agreement.

Nas looked pleased and called out for everyone’s attention, “We’ve got a tough season ahead boys. You should know what’s expected of all of you. Training is every day. We train every single morning for 3 hours and then 2 hours at night. Exceptions are only for game nights where you will play the game and leading up to the game, we will only have a light shoot-around session. After games, we will have swimming sessions to recover.”
All the guys nodded and Nas motioned for someone to come into the room. His secretary walked in with a box and put it on the table and Nas stood up to open it.
“We’re not going to be rich enough to have new jerseys for each game so this will have to do. Keep these jerseys in tip top condition. Everyone line up to get them. You will get home, away and practise ones and when we got other ones, we will hand them out next time.”
All the guys got up quickly, excited to get their own NBA jerseys. The passing out of jerseys didn’t last too long until the final kit was left on the table. Nas didn’t take any notice of it.
“Alright, we’re going to have practise in an hour. A player fan session is planned afterwards so boys, make sure you look your best!”
As everyone was about to leave, someone shouting from outside stopped everyone in their steps.

“Hey dawg, get out of here. I already told you I ain’t swaying that way!” An Australian accent was shouting.
Will Sit entered the room; wearing a Kobe Bryant Jersey and having several chains hanging down from his neck. A woman in a dress following him. Nas shook his head and looked at his watch.
“Hey boy, you’re late and you bring yo momma wit you?”
Sit looked at the person next to him and looked shocked, “My momma? What y’all on about? This ain’t my momma!”
The unknown woman next to him said, “Course I’m yo momma! Get back here you naughty boy!”
Sit wagged his finger i nthe woman's face to shush her and looked at Nas, “Sorry I’m late boss. You know you should never start the meeting without me again.”
Nas strictly stated, “You’re fined for this Sit. No excuses. Stop pretending to be Black! And tell yo momma to get out of this joint. We don’t cater for old women around here.”
“I already said, this ain’t my momma!”
“Who is it then?” Nas asked.
“I’m the coach,” The 'woman' said, striping off the dress.
“Good God!” Nas screamed, “It’s Dennis Rodman!”

by **Jugs** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:35 pm

Dennis!!!! woop!

Nice story, good to see me get punched again.

by **c0nr4d** on Tue Mar 14, 2006 11:36 pm

LOL...nice account Will...I'm glad Nas brought on The Worm to keep us in line...it looks like this team will have plenty of personality if nothing less :crazyeyes: