Nighteagles vs Giants (Basketball, Closed)

[Great Valencia]

OOC: Im not sure if anything like this has ever been done before, but this may be interesting... It will be the Moscow Nighteagles (Great Valencia's best team) vs. the Vadberg Giants of Arizus, being played in the Nivolosk Area in Moscow, Great Valencia.
IC:

*Lights turn off, spotlight turns on the players of the Eagles*

"Welcome to the Nivolosk Arena, Nighteagle fans! Tonight, the great Nighteagles" *shows Dimitri Fortsen dunking on the three tvs*"take on the Vadberg Giants! This is the first, unofficial International Basketball Association game, presented by the Voskhul Organization. Now, for today's starting lineups.
*Spotlight shines on Andrei Voskuhl, Andrei runs out onto the floor, hi-fiving team mates*
" NUMBER TWELVE, ANNNNNDDDRRREEEEEIIIIII VOOOSSSSKKKKUUUUHHHLLLLLLL!"
*TVs show multiple fast-paced video clips of Andrei dunking and shooting; chants of MVP arise from the crowd*
"Hooah, MVP! HOOAH, MVP! ANDREI! MVP! MVP! MVP!"
The spotlight shines on the next player, and the announcer introduces the other 4 players, with MVP arising on Dimitri Fortsen's introduction. The same is done for the Giants, and both teams are shooting around on the floor; a countdown comes up on the scoreboards for 10:00 before tipoff.

[Arizus]

I knew what we were in for. We were the only pro b-ball team in the entire country, coming here to face off the stars of a prospering b-ball league in Great Valencia. Frankly, we stood no chance of even dreaming to win this. First match in the IBA and we would be crushed mercilessly. To be good at b-ball, you needed skill and luck; we had little skill and no luck, but we did have chemistry. The players working together were like well-oiled cogs and gears, harmoniously spinning by. The Nighteagles were a hammer being taken to the machinery. I couldn't say that to the players, but that was the absolute truth. We were screwed.

"Giants in!" I shouted.

The tall, blonde-haired-blue-eyed lot who made up the Vadberg Giants came rushing in from their little run-a-bout on court. They dwarfed over me; I'd never been able to play basketball at any age, but I'd loved the sport. As the last player rushed in, I improvised a team talk.

"Right, the Nighteagles play a fast, offensive game as we know from the vids, yeah?" I said. "They'll be running at us and mosta their points will probably be one or two pointers. Solid zonal in defence, Volya keep an eye out for that bastard over there."

I pointed at Andrei Voskul. Volya nodded.

"Those lot are class. Quick passing flowing, oh hell I cannot emphasis how good our passing's gotta be! No passing, no hope, simple. Pick-and-roll, slow the game down a bit, slow steady attack, just our general stuff. No funky shit, just b-ball traditional, yeah?"

They all nodded in discordant unity. Much like our squad's make-up.

[Great Valencia]

The clock read 00:00, and both teams lined up in the center of the court. The lights dimmed, a big spotlight came on in the middle of the court where the centers would jump for the ball. The crowd grew louder and louder
"GO EAGLES GO! GO EAGLES GO!"

There were 298,524 fans in the arena, which was a mid-sized crowd for a basketball game. The centers got prepared to jump. The referee threw the ball up, and Andrei Voskuhl used his height advantage to slap the ball over to Dimitri Fortsen. The announcer came on again
"WE ARE UNDER WAY! LETS GO EAGLES!"

The crowd continued chanting Lets Go Eagles. Dimitri walked slowly upcourt, watching as the defending shooting guard waited for him. The Eagles were the top 3 point shooting team in the VBA, shooting over 75% on average. Dimitri walked to the end of the arc, raised up, fired, and the ball dropped in
"DDDIIIIIMMMMIIITTTRRRIIIII FFFOOOORRRRRTTTSSSEEENNNN FFOOOOOORRRR THRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Vladilen Lavrenti, the Giants' Small Forward took the ball out, and passed it to Karl Valeriy (PG). Fast-walking up court, Karl was reading the court to set up a play. He pump-faked a shot from the 3 point line, and as Mikhael Zaveski(Eagle PG) went up to cover him, Karl charged in about 4 feet, then threw the ball off to Volya Jooseppi (PF) who then bounce-passed it back to Vladilen, who raised up for two, and the shot bounced off the rim, and into Mathias Roald's (Giant C) hands, who then made a spinning layup and knocked the ball in.
"Mathias Roald for two"

Tuvyik Nalaskim (Eagle SF) took it out, passed off to Dimitri Fortsen, and Dimitri fast-walked up the court. As he began jogging towards the arc, he ran into Karl Valeriy, and a whistle was blown. Dimitri headed to the foul line, and a horn sounded as Nvulski Tiey (Eagle PF) was taken out and replaced by Dimitry Talvom.
There was a swoosh as Dimitri hit a free throw, and another as he hit the next. In the VBA, Dimitri Fortsen was 100% from the freethrow line, but in the IBA, only 98%.

10:45 left in the 1st quarter, 5-2; Eagles

[Arizus]

5-2 down. We were doing well. Wow. I watched intensely, maintaining a stern face as I chewed my gum. I sat on the bench, laptop on, beside the substitutes. You could see in their eyes; they were hungry, they sensed something might happen. Unlikely, but might happen. I shook my head, focusing on the game. It didn't make sense to make any substitions; the Giants were currently playing at 31% above their average form, especially in defensive, and none of the players were even hitting below 73% energy. The substitutes tired easier as a whole, a whole 11% less athletic than the Startings. I looked back. They wanted on. I hadn't played Bengt in a while; he was tense, visibly uneasy and hoping in vain. I turned back to the game. No substitutions until a player goes under their average or tires.

I read my spreadsheet over again. We weren't nearly trapping or stealing the ball enough; the Nighteagles were running circles around the Giants. "Full court press!" I shouted out. The Giants adopted it immediately as the Eagles came with the ball in tow.

They played a fast tempo, the Nighteagles; we had to slow them down better, get them out of their comfort zone. I shouted at them again to slow the pace in our abstract metaphoric messages. I observed; they were beginning to adopt it.

[Great Valencia]

As the Giants went into a full court press, whistles were blown by the referees, and they pointed towards the Giants' coach, and a technical foul was issued. A timeout was forced, and the ref came up to the Giants coach
"You cannot press until 5 minutes are left in the 4th quarter, one more technical, and you're outta here"

The players returned to the floor, and the ball was inbounded to Mathias Roald (SG), and he moved quickly across half court, and Dimitri Fortsen covered him, reaching in every few seconds to try to get a steal. On the 3rd try, the ball was knocked away, and with nearly inhuman speed, Dimitri sprinted after the ball, grabbed it, and sprinted up the court. When he reached the foul line, he made a quick turn and jumped, now coming at the basket on an angle. He looped the ball under his legs, it came back up, he grabbed it with one hand, and threw down a reverse one handed tomahawk dunk, shaking the rim.

OOC: Im doing something, so short IC now

10:14 left, 7-2, Eagles


OOC: Just noticed, you RPed defense. We just shot free throws which means you get the ball