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Baptism of Fire LXV - SPAWK!

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Postby Soltsteed » Fri Jun 16, 2017 9:19 am

Note: this was posted before Aggrey-Fynn Land edited his post to correct the spellings of Drawkland and Soltsteed. (Thanks to AFL for the speedy reply and gracious correction.) The latter half of this post is meant to be in good humour.

The streets of Bellator
14 June

It had been ugly. It had been grueling. It had been close to a disaster if not for the penalty that forced penalties.

Acapais had levelled late in regulation time and took the lead early in extra time. They had almost gone through to the final if not for Amado Lucio tripping Emma in the box. With four minutes to spare, Soltsteed made it 4–4 and forced a penalty shoot-out, true Soltsteedish bread and butter.

The Soltsteedish contingent went nuts when Ferdinand saved David Harper’s penalty attempt. 3–1 with no way for Acapais to catch up. The former Cup of Harmony champions had fallen. Celebrating fans made a rush to scoop up every forkdog available in the city of Bellator for a makeshift toast to the Stallions’ comeback.

Medals were a guaranteed prize for Soltsteed and hugs went all around on the bus as the team headed back to the hotel. With police and hotel staff nervous about another potential assault, a cordon had been set up to prevent any repeats of the sausage roll incident. But this time, the sausage rolls were celebratory, a toast to a team that so nearly crashed out in the group stage and a slap to the ultras who protested the Anglophone presence that had helped the team get this far.

An unfortunate valet would be subjected to the raucous cheers and celebrations of a national team and their supporters celebrating what was possibly their biggest scalp yet, recoiling at the cheers of twenty-five foreigners who had simply been happy to make it to the semis. How the hell am I going to park that bus?

The squad and staff filed into the lobby of the hotel the team had been staying at for their Bellator matches. “We’ll save the alcohol for after the final,” the manager told the squad. “We’ve still got a final to play. We’re back to Kayo in the morning, so get some sleep.”

But there was to be little sleep in the midst of the celebrations. The symbolic importance of each match was quickly escalating. The only thing that could be sweeter than taking out the team who dealt you a loss in the opening match or taking out a former WCC tournament winner would be the trophy itself.






The Beet

Inside the strange rise of the mysterious nation of Solsteed, surprise BoF finalists
Soltsteeders wake up to a surprise as the Stallions are replaced by an unknown force in the SPAWK final

Kayo, Drawkaland — Soltsteeders woke up to a massive surprise this morning as they found themselves unceremoniously kicked out of the final they had just presumably qualified for.

According to press in Aggreyfynnland, their national team will face a strange nation in the final: the suspiciously-named “Solsteed”. Little is known of this mysterious nation. No roster has been released by its football association and no records of its existence are even known, with the World Assembly’s World Census collectively shrugging their shoulders when asked for details of Solsteed’s existence by The Beet.

But according to reports, the team has the same roster as the Stallions and played the same schedule with the same results, from losing their opening game to Loynn—whom they later knocked out in a quarterfinal rematch—to knocking Acapais out on penalties. The team, also nicknamed “the Stallions”, play in the same red-and-black hoops as the real Stallions, except when required to change, when they use the same white shirts as Soltsteed.

“It is humiliating to fight for a place in the final and then find it suddenly ripped away from you,” Soltsteedish substitute defender Jean Peterssen told The Beet in an interview. “We fought long and hard to get to this point and now we’ve been replaced by these complete unknowns? What is this, a joke?”

The two nations will face off in Kayo, a city apparently located in Drawkaland. Like Solsteed, there is no record of Drawkaland’s existence, putting their eligibility to host the tournament in doubt. According to the constitution of the World Cup Committee, the body in charge of the Baptism of Fire tournament, nations must have previously taken part in World Cup qualifying to host a WCC-sanctioned tournament.

“I was surprised to say the least,” a spokesperson for WCC President Markus Rensenbrink told The Beet. “I swear we didn’t misspell any nation’s name when we sent out the bulletin starting the vote.”

The Drawkland FA were also stunned by the revelation. When told of the news, a spokesperson for the Drawkland FA reportedly muttered “That explains why no one’s been showing up to the matches.”

Of course, this could all just be a massive typo, but what is truly more likely? Who can attempt to type the word “Soltsteed” six times and screw it up in exactly the same way each time. So we’ll see you in Drawkaland as Solsteed faces Aggreyfynnland for the title, while the hosts secretly attempt to swipe the trophy while no one is looking. —TB

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Postby Drawkland » Fri Jun 16, 2017 10:33 am

United Dalaran wrote:Goddammit, comrade. I just knew that someday some wild, capitalist, imperialist interstellar empire will swallow our country.

CN on the RMB wrote:drawkland's leader has survived so many assassination attempts that I am fairly certain he is fidel castro in disguise
The INTERSTELLAR EMPIRE of DRAWKLAND
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Postby Drawkland » Fri Jun 16, 2017 10:40 am

The SPAWK Final
Soltsteed 3–2 Aggrey-Fynn Land


I must echo the sentiments of Spaam! Thank you all, nations new, old, and returning, for the fantastic roleplaying we saw in this Baptism of Fire! We can't wait to see how you all do in the World Cup Qualifiers, Class of 65, and we hope at least a couple of you qualify! Special congratulations to Soltsteed, of course, for winning the SPAWK Trophy, and a hearty congrats to AFL, Kel Assuk,
Acapais, and all the other playoff contenders for a fantastic and successful BoF.

Drawkland Out.
United Dalaran wrote:Goddammit, comrade. I just knew that someday some wild, capitalist, imperialist interstellar empire will swallow our country.

CN on the RMB wrote:drawkland's leader has survived so many assassination attempts that I am fairly certain he is fidel castro in disguise
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Postby Soltsteed » Fri Jul 28, 2017 12:38 pm


Kayo Pitch, Kayo
Baptism of Fire 65 Final

You’ve got this, Emma. Just a little bit further.

2–2 with twelve minutes to go. Aggrey-Fynn Land’s Gordon Whitlick put the Stallions on the back foot early, but couldn’t quite make their lead last until half time thanks to Joanna Morris’s successful gamble from afar. Soltsteed’s Emma Gryndhout had pounded one in early in the second half, but Aggrey-Fynn Land, led by the indomitable Whitlick, responded swiftly and brutally. Extra time was on the cards.

Aggrey-Fynn Land weren’t finalists for nothing; they were putting up a good fight. Every line of attack Soltsteed could try to think of was shut down. Emma was constantly hounded by opposition defenders adamant of keeping her time on the ball as brief as possible. Then the tide would turn and the Stallions’ back line would be tested to Hell and back.

The Soltsteedish captain Änderssen had cleared Whitlick’s attempt from the box, to be picked up by Rosie Foley. AFL had left a hole down the wings, giving Foley the chance to move the ball up the field to Clement Kolen, who himself got up to the box and handed it off to Emma to do her job. Aggrey-Fynn Landers quickly swarmed back, but Emma was onside and in great position to put Soltsteed back in the lead.

And then all of a sudden came the tug. The ball rolled away from Emma at speed, into the temporary caress of Jahseh Twins. Justin Green had stopped her in her tracks, but only momentarily. The Spaamian referee immediately pointed to the spot, met almost instantaneously with Soltsteedish roars from the stands. This was their nation’s chance to perhaps close it out. Miss it and it would almost certainly be thirty more minutes at best, silver medals at worst.

Emma ignored Jahseh’s flailing, his attempted distraction. Lob it down the centre. He’ll probably dive one way or the other and we’ve got four back there if he doesn’t.

She was right. It worked. Jahseh dove to the left and Emma put it high down the middle. It was now 3–2 to the Stallions with eight minutes and stoppage time to go. Not even the completion of Ōtachi’s unlikely Soltsteedish title win made Emma feel quite so relieved as she felt upon looking up at the scoreboard.

The fightback was honourable. A sea of red-and-blue-clad Aggrey-Fynn Landers crashed down upon white-clothed Soltsteeders—forced to change thanks to a colour clash—to bring the possibility of more football in Kayo back to life. Parking the bus and wasting time were Soltsteed’s greatest talents, but nonetheless, Aggrey-Fynn Land almost came close. Gordon’s desperate last-minute shot came mere centimetres away from forcing extra time, but wound up just wide of the goal.

Not long after came the whistle. All the detractors had been proven wrong. The Regal Hingst, the Rottswartheer and several team members themselves. All of them forced to eat shit. Undeadzombiee—whose triumph came more than half a century ago—were now the second-to-last team to lose their opening match and lift the Baptism of Fire trophy.

Celebration broke out almost instantly back home, from Saint Christopher to Cherrygrove to Port Michael and everywhere in between. Everyone had silently expected the World Cup qualifiers to be a massacre, but tonight it wouldn’t matter. Soltsteed could finish bottom of the table in both the qualifiers and the Cup of Harmony and it wouldn’t change this result one bit.

The ceremonies were (almost) the same old, same old. A gaggle of Aggrey-Fynn Landers picked up their silver medals, flanked by an honour guard of the champions. The champions—who had changed into their usual red and black jerseys, now emblazoned with a red star—then picked up their gold medals. Then finally, the World Cup Committee President delivered the trophy to the victorious captain, only to be met by a sudden and unexpected hug by Marie-Ann Änderssen.

The confetti dropped and intestine-cased mincemeat, once flung in protest, were brandished by celebrating supporters, closing out a successful Baptism of Fire, both for the participants and the hosts. The reality of World Cup qualifying and the drudgery of being beaten every other week by teams with ten times the depth were soon to cross the Stallions, but at least if nothing ever came to pass of this small, crowded nation in the western reaches of Esportiva, their names would still remain, etched into the carving stone of history.

And Soltsteed’s mad dance on the lip of the volcano would continue onward.
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