Supa Strikas: Play Through It to Own It

Ep 8: Big Bo Lockdown

Hey guys! It's the author, EternalLuv4ever. Sorry for the late updates, but I've got big news later on. So, stick around. Btw, there's gonna be times where I go off script and try to write parts where Kalina and other characters are involved, but I'll point out key factors from the episodes. Anyway...let the match begin!

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[Goal~!]

[Supa Strikas are showing why they are truly becoming one of the best clubs in the Super League.]

The fans in the stadium weren't the only ones watching. Inside a prison facility, two inmates were watching the game on the small tv. One skinny blonde and the bigger guy with tattoos on his right fingers.

"Hey Knuckles," the blonde says, knitting, "you know what?"

"What?"

"You look just like that Big-Bo on TV."

"No, really," he says, sarcastically.

"Really, look."

BASH!

The Big-Bo look-alike smacks him for his stupidity.

"People have been telling me that since I played amateur soccer."

"You played soccer?"

They keep watching the game, seeing Hydra's midfielders try to score. However, they couldn't match up to Big-Bo's defense skills. There was only two minutes till fulltime, and Hydra wasn't giving up yet.

[Can Supa Strikas keep the scoreboard all to themselves?]

KICK!

FWOOM!

Bo dives left to grab it.

FWIP!

The inmates gawk as the ball slips from Bo's fingers. They thought this wouldn't end well.

THWACK!

But the goalkeeper ricochets it away from the net.

FWEET~!

The final whistle blew and Supa Strikas won three-nil.

[Big-Bo with another clean sheet.]

"...Hey Knuckles, you should join the Prison Eleven's soccer team."

"Huh?"

"They could use a guy like you. You played amateur soccer and all." The blond points to the poster on the billboard.

"Big-Bo is coming to train the team next month. He's gonna get a 'kick' out of meeting you...his twin."

"Where do I sign up," Knuckles smirks, mischievously chuckling to himself.

>>>>>>>Big-Bo's POV>>>>>>>

"Excuse me, sir." I look up from my book and see Albert.

"Miss Kalina is on the phone."

"Thank you, Alfred." He hands me the phone.

'Why she didn't call from her cell?'

"Kalina, how are you? I hope you're ready for to...hey, what's wrong? Your voice sounds hoarse."

[Sorry, big-guy...but—cough! I can't come.]