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Osarius
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Postby Osarius » Sun Aug 17, 2014 1:58 am

((OOC: knew there was something I forgot to do last night. no matter.))

Dossier: Paradystopi Initiative, Codename Triad (Operation Chalkboard, T.A.C.T.I.C.S.)

Summary: Agent M will take the lead on this collaborative mission. We have two other agents stationed within the nation of Paradystopia, both of whom we feel are excellent foils to Agent M's potentially dangerous volatility. Conor Kinsella (Codename Crunch) was selected for his no-nonsense attitude and ability to remain calm even under pressure while Katherine Holland (Codename Kholera) was selected for her excellent capacity for strategic thinking. Between the two, we feel that the operation should not be in jeopardy should Agent M's instability be too much even for the Paradystopi.

Current Mission Objective: Maintain inconspicuity while gathering information and establishing bonds with prominent figures. Agent M is tasked with developing a sort of cult of personality, while Crunch and Kholera should be doing all within their power to assist. We feel it would be counterproductive to issue all three the same task, as the other two would no doubt diminish the headway made by each of our agents. Agent M was selected to lead the project due to his greater experience in the field of football management, though we cannot be certain this will translate to greater success. Should the mission objective be changed, the information will be relayed to all agents via coded messages in match reports on the Paradystopi League. To this end, it is imperative that all three remain abreast of the news.

* * * * *


Quebec City, The Royal Kingdom of Quebec

"This city is so weird..." Jayson Dhanda thought aloud, while struggling to read the news in French. "At least French is sort of similar to English and Spanish."

He strode over to the sofa in his apartment and took a seat, clutching the newspaper and the dossier folder he had received from K division back home in Osarius. The dossier folder was thick, overflowing with papers. Information on the most recent Quebecois squad, the incoming assistants he was to work with, lots of information. From appearance to favourite TV show, K division had been thorough.

"So much to learn... " Dhanda muttered, as he leafed through the dossier.

** RING RING **

"Weird. I haven't given anyone my new number yet... Only got the phone this morning." Dhanda glanced at the screen. It wasn't his phone.

** RING RING **

Following the ringing sound, he found the phone eventually. A nearly-paper thin device tucked into the dossier. K division were remarkable, he decided.

"Hello?"

"Agent J. We see you are doing your due diligence. Splendid."

"Of course. I can't be expected to do a job without knowing what I'm doing."

"True. However, a lesser man may have balked at the workload."

Dhanda didn't even reply, he just snorted derisively into the receiver.

"Nonetheless, we have received an update on your clearance. We are told you will be installed to your position at the end of the current World Cup. You may wish to fly to Apox now, see if you can meet the relevant people."

"I may wish? You mean you've already booked tickets?"

"Yes."

"Osarius are also based in Apox. Would it compromise my mission to go visit them?"

"No."

"Good. I'll give Jermain a call."

"Be careful, Agent J. You may be under surveillance."

"What do you mean?"

"You can never be too careful."

* * * * *


With the strength up front that the Firebirds have, you'd be forgiven for sharing Jermain Lewis' frustrations after the Zwangzug game, for thinking that the team is not scoring enough. Last night, however, it would have been much harder to criticise, as Farfadillis were suprisingly (from the perspective of someone who watches them play regularly, at least) focused, sticking largely to Pekarik's gameplan.

A Farfadillis side in transition were largely disciplined at the back, limiting the number of chances Osarius could carve out, with their defensive five capably locking down the Osarius front four. Mêndêlöíndçêl in particular was crucial, shutting Drummond out of the game in the early stages. The Franz Josef playmaker has often found himself up against a defensive stalwart, but typically finds space. Mêndêlöíndçêl gave him none, and stuck to his back like a spiteful shadow.

Under normal circumstances, this would free up Acosta to push forward, or allow Capiello to create from deep, but the intense attacking instincts of the Farf side -- though in the process of being curtailed -- posed a problem. With Tuzzio and Teran also applying pressure, Osarius began to resemble a "broken team" in the sense that the attack and defence were disjointed, with nothing to link them.

While the Farves were pressing, they weren't creating much either. A sort of stalemate in the midfield had left Dandalleion and Roga isolated -- much like Grassi -- while Osarius' lateral fullbacks were keeping Fôx and Kâí busy in the defensive phase. Something had to give.

Eventually, gaps began to appear. As Tuzzio tired, and Teran drifted off-beat, Drummond began to create openings. Acosta's tireless running allowed the former Utica man to drift into space, pulling his marker with him. As a result, the Farf defence narrowed, and Capiello was given time to pick a pass into the wide areas that Osarius love to exploit.

After having had a poor tournament by his standards, and another quiet game, Nathaniel Doherty had been replaced by Firewood's pacy youngster Darell Marshall. With Marshall comfortable cutting inside to shoot, in a way Doherty never has been, this change would be crucial. When Capiello released the Firewood winger beyond Fakkotti, the Minault United defender was never going to catch up. Marshall cut inside toward Mata, faked to shoot as he had earlier, before sliding a reverse pass into the right channel for Ezio Grassi to put the Firebirds ahead.

The second came shortly afterward, capitalising on deflated morale for Darell Marshall again to do the damage. This time, the Firewood man properly signalled his arrival on the international stage with a rocket of a shot into the top left corner.

Osarius' victory over Farfadillis was hard-fought, but earned the team the opportunity to take a break against Ko-oren in the final group stage matchup. With safe passage now assured, it is expected that certain regular starters will be rested. In the frame to start are Padron, Rodriguez, Puntoriero and Poynter, along with Marshall. Lewis refused to be drawn on whether he would withdraw Fletcher and allow long-suffering number two Adam McBride a chance to show the world how good he is, however. It is no secret that Fletcher is a crucial part of the Osarian defensive setup, given her skill at organising the back line, and having seen his team keep the opposition out so far, Lewis may be loath to make such a major change.
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Postby Ko-oren » Sun Aug 17, 2014 11:48 am

Dragonflies fly on despite incineration against Firebirds

The World Cup is down to 16 teams, and Ko-oren is one of them! Only once before did the Dragonflies secure a spot with the elite 16 of the world, and this was back in World Cup 66. In the following Round of 16, Eura would knock us out 1-0. This scenario looked like it could repeat itself, but with Ko-oren losing 1-0 to Osarius and with Audioslavia already firmly in place as the winner of Group C, our next opponent would be Audioslavia, not Eura. Speaking of Group C: they are being a pain to the hosts, now Eura and Paradystopia are exactly equal to each other. Four goals scored, four conceded, and one game won, tied and lost to all. Both lost 1-0 to Audioslavia, and both won 2-1 against Bears Armed. An extra game is needed to decide which team will play in the Round of 16. As both teams qualified for the World Cup via playoffs, they should know what a decisive game feels like, but somehow this is even crueler than the playoff games. Shouldn't everything be decided after three games? Apparently not. Officials came up with the final tiebreaker: an extra game played in the Holy Empire despite Group C being an Apox group. Specifically, the game will be played in Stadium Tzimisces.

And that same stadium will be the scene to another interesting game in the next round. Chiata made it to the second round of the prestigious tournament - as 50th team in the world. Or as the third-lowest ranked team in the entire World Cup (after the Sarian and Bears Armed). And not just that: it also made it through the group stage as the group winner, without a loss, knocking out a team such as Valanora. The stadium will then not be used until the third place Playoff.

The Dragonflies, however, are headed to Gwinevra. In The Barbaria, which seats 38,000, Ko-oren will take on Audioslavia. The latter should already be used to the stadium, as the Pot 1 team played all of its group stage games there. Should our adventure not end in Gwinevra though, we have a significant advantage as all remaining Apoxian games would be played in Dwile. The city that holds our headquarters. But that's a big 'should': never have we played in a World Cup quarterfinal (but then again, at some point Audioslavia had never played a quarterfinal game).

As far as the last group match went: the Firebirds showed their class. Something that even our defence could not withstand. Puntoreiro, who was chosen as a starter over Grassi for this game, scored an early second half winner from Andrea Poynter's cross. Both players have not yet started for Osarius in the World Cup, but as both Ko-oren and Osarius already qualified for the next round, the Firebirds' Jermain Lewis decided the regular XI could use some rest, and in their place he fielded some odd choices. The game went by without a lot of chances, and even frustrated 90+ minute fouls were out of the question. This means that the Dragonflies can play Audioslavia without missing any player due to injury or suspension. As the game went on calmly, Rilasthaunden even subbed in legend Koyane Shiribeshi, just to give him some statistics to enjoy. Veteran goalkeeper Haki Asgard was also chosen to defend the goal. And well, there were no young players to give their World Cup baptism, so Rilasthaunden might as well humour some of the older generation.

Match Stats
Goals
49' Puntoreiro (Poynter)

Bookings
-

Substitutions
73' Bagaurunir -> Napertnau
75' Talmis -> Alfar
89' Shiribeshi -> Tokachi

Grades
Asgard - 6
Norn - 7
Nidog - 6
Juliasterinthen - 6
Fenner - 7
Bagaurunir - 5
Napertnau - subbed in late
Idrasil - 6
Alfar - 5
Talmis - subbed in late
Eregrent - 8
Terathu - 6
Tokachi - 7
Shiribeshi - subbed in late
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Postby Antoletia » Sun Aug 17, 2014 7:39 pm

Fire Ants Stun Saintland, Advance


In what can only be described as an astounding turn of events the Fire Ants of Antoletia have stunned the world, themselves and the organizers of the World Cup finals by beating Saintland, and with a 2-0 loss by the Inevitable syndicate against Valladares advancing to the Round of Sixteen of the 69th World Cup on differential. The Ants finished second behind Valladares on 3 points, a lone goal above the Inevitable Syndicate and two ahead of Saintland. The win was an epic victory, perhaps the most important in team history. Funnily enough the organizers had originally seen the Ants as knocked out after the loss against the Syndicate, but quickly realized as the goal differential switched that the Ants had in fact turned the tables enough to not only tie up with the other two, but to advance thanks to the tiebreakers.

The game was a beautiful display on all levels. The Ants began their offensive onslaught from the first whistle displaying speed, power and ability as they pounced on a rather surprised Saintland side. Anton Gregovich scored his 51st goal for the national team 13 minutes in to give the Ants some hope of advancing. Then the crowd cheered as the other result started going their way. Ultimately at the half the Ants would be tied with Inevitable on goal differential as Valladares led 2-0 and they led 1-0.

In the second half the Ants had to push for needing to get ahead on goal differential or whoo losing on goals scored. With a brilliant bunch of subs Beniamin Grigorescu proved to be rather brilliant in his managing as he brought in Center Midfielder Nigel, with striker Cylde Dickens early in the second half. The two helped keep the ball in Saintland's half and push for a goal. The big change would come when Hannibal was taken off for Sylvestre Rochambeau and the speed went to a level to high for Saintland to defend against. Rochambeau won a free kick just outside the box with 10 minutes to go. Up stepped young Nigel who slammed the ball home and gave the Ants an insurmountable lead as the Saintland side looked on dumbfounded. The other result stayed the same throughout the second half giving the Ants the edge and advancing them rather shockingly to the Round of Sixteen.

As the second place finisher in Group D the Fire Ants will take on the first place finisher from Group A, and that lucky team is Northern Sunrise Islands. The Fire Ants have never had the privilege of taking on the Esportivan outfit, but surely this is as good a time as any. The competition just gets tougher from here on out and the Vaporeons are no exception. They are the 22nd ranked team in the world and are likely looking to make one of their longest runs in the competition. the good news for the Fire Ants is that the game will be played in Apox, and the Vaporeons were essential in the home sides demise and leaving from the tournament, and the home fans at the game will likely be looking for blood, and hopefully will help root on the Fire Ants to victory.
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Postby Free Republics » Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:13 am

Sporting World

Deja Vu
by: Rule Theriault

Is it just me or have I seen this story play out before? Our match against the Royal Barangay had 10 minutes of stoppage time in the second half, due to an injury to Joseph Poole. Fortunately, Joseph seems to have recovered from his injury and should be ready to play in our next match. However, as stoppage time dragged on, news came from elsewhere that we were on a collision course with Polar Islandstates in the Round of 16, which would have been a rematch of last year's Semi-Final, where we beat Polar Islandstates and proved convincingly that we, not the Polarians, are the Best in the Multiverse. At the moment, it seemed as if this year's hosts were headed for a showdown with the nation of Felix, which shocked the multiverse by holding Polar Islandstates to a draw. Well, it seemed like that until disaster struck in the 10th and final minute of stoppage time. After Arnou Labrecque passed back to Marius Christofferson, Marius had a momentary lapse in judgment and kicked the ball into his own net, handing those Barangayans (or whatever they call themselves) an unearned draw. Once again, we are facing Felix in the Round of 16, thanks to an own goal in stoppage time.

Felix is a nation that has improved dramatically over the past year, as the new government finally set that nation at least somewhat free. Unfortunately, the Passerini government has yet to put that infamous troll "journalist" behind bars where he belongs, since he is still publishing his hateful and fact-free articles, but I have to admit that my opinion of the nation of Felix has improved in the past year. Despite that, I still promise everybody in Felix that their World Cup odyssey will end in the Round of 16. There is simply no question about that.

If you doubt me, let me remind you who beat Felix twice in the 27th Di Bradini Cup en route to the finals of that tournament. Let me remind you who beat Felix decisively at Cup of Harmony 58 and prevented them from making it out of the group stage. Let me remind you who denied Felix a shot at getting out of the Group of Death to end all Groups of Death during World Cup Qualifying 2 years ago. Let me remind you who knocked Felix out of World Cup 68. That Exceptional National Team was my team. Every time that I have managed against Felix in a meaningful match, my team has beaten Felix. This time, in the Dreamed Realm, will be no different. I guarantee that.

Afterward, the winner of this match must face the winner of Chiata against Legalese. Chiata is quite the surprise team, but their fairy tale run will end against the Legalites. That is a near certainty. Chiata simply isn't good enough to beat Legalese and, besides, the only thing that I desire *almost* as much as lifting that trophy that was stolen from me a year ago is to get my revenge on those back-stabbing Legalites who robbed me of my opportunity to win the World Cup on home soil. However, if we end up facing Chiata, I can promise you that those Esportivans will not live happily ever after because, even in the Dreamed Realm, we extinguish Esportivan dreams. Once we finish them off, we'll deal with whomever survives that Quadrant of Death that includes 3 World Cup 68 semi-finalists and a World Cup 69 co-host in the match that will probably be the real final of World Cup 69.

The Group Stage of World Cup 69 is now over and the knockout rounds are set to begin. 16 nations remain. One of them will win 4 more matches and return home with the trophy. The other 15 will return home empty-handed. In a few weeks, everybody will have to recognize that the Republican National Team is for real and that we're going to be a contender for many years to come. What happened at World Cup 68 was no fluke. Soon, all of the multiverse will have a sense of deja vu.

Rule Theriault is the manager for the Republican National Soccer Team. Over the past few years, Theriault has taken a very young team and turned them into one of the best national teams in the multiverse. They were the runners-up in World Cup 68 in rather controversial fashion and now seek to finish their unfinished business.




Offices of Sporting World, Falkamore, Nejax, Holy Republican Empire

Suddenly, the phone in Jasper Chuter's office phone rang. The editor of Sporting World abruptly ended his threesome with 2 of his most beautiful interns and answered the phone. It was a furious Consul Kulseth.

Consul Kulseth - What is the meaning of this here article by the National Beach Soccer coach?

Jasper Chuter - What are you talking about, Mr. Consul?

Consul Kulseth - You know exactly what I'm talking about, Mr. Chuter. Taking the Lord's name in vain, in the pages of your prestigious magazine? You should be ashamed of yourself for publishing such filth!

Jasper Chuter - I still don't know what you're talking about.

Consul Kulseth - Stop BSing me this second. You aren't fooling me.

Jasper pulled up the article on his cell phone. Sure enough, nobody had bothered to actually read the article before publishing it and Richard Greenlaw had included a final paragraph in which he said the following (emphasis added):

Free Republics wrote:Well, it wouldn't surprise me if we went 12-0, but you never know. Maybe some of these foreigners will actually turn out to be good. I just wish I didn't have to write for Sporting World. Why can't they hire a reporter to cover the National Team like they used to have? I just want to coach soccer and I can't do that. By the way, please don't publish this paragraph. Its supposed to be for the editor's eyes only because it is fucking stupid that I have to write these articles just to coach a God damn beach soccer team!


Jasper Chuter - I apologize, Mr. Consul. Somebody apparently forgot to read the article submitted by Mr. Greenlaw and some sinful language managed to slip past the editor.

Consul Kulseth - Mr. Chuter, do you ever read the articles that you publish?

Jasper Chuter - What do you mean? That's our procedure and, of course, we follow our written procedures to the letter.

Consul Kulseth - Then, why would you allow a beach soccer coach to take the Lord's name in vain? For that matter, why would you publish Nova Hellstrom's infamous love letter to adbots, let alone 99.9 percent of the stuff she has written over the years?

Jasper Chuter - Mr. Consul, I assure you that Sporting World strives for the highest level of quality journalism. That's why Nova Hellstrom doesn't cover international soccer any more?

Consul Kulseth - Why is she still working for your magazine and why did you actually assign her to cover the last edition of the Winter Olympics?

Jasper Chuter - Look, Nova draws traffic to our web site and she provides us with insider insight on professional wrestling.

Consul Kulseth - You're a SPORTS magazine! Do you really have any business covering fake wrestling?

Jasper Chuter - Pro wrestling is just as much of a sport as baseball, basketball or soccer, if not moreso. If gymnastics, figure skating and synchronized swimming are Olympic sports, pro wrestling should be as well! Besides, it draws traffic to our web site. More traffic means more ad revenue. More ad revenue means more money to go toward better coverage of other sports.

Consul Kulseth - So, that's what all of this is about? You're telling me that Sporting World's only "journalistic standards" are whatever allows you to make the most money?

Jasper Chuter - I wouldn't put it like that, Mr. Consul, Sir.

Consul Kulseth - But, its the truth and you know it.

Jasper Chuter - Come on, cut me a break here.

Consul Kulseth - You're the one that has turned your magazine into an international laughing stock and you want me to cut you a break!

Jasper Chuter - Actually, we're the most respected sporting publication in the multiverse.

Consul Kulseth - Tell me another lie, Mr. Chuter. Be forewarned: If you ever publish anything that takes our Lord's name in vain ever again, I will refuse to grant your sister publication News Magazine any access whatsoever. Then, I'm sure it won't be long before they put a stop to your incompetent journalism. Do you understand me.

Jasper Chuter - Understood, Mr. Consul, Sir.

Consul Kulseth - Good. Now don't make me regret giving you a second chance.

Jasper Chuter - You won't, Sir.

Once he got off of the phone, Jasper called his interns back into his office. He decided that the Consul's threats were likely empty, so he decided to continue focusing on the only part of his job that he enjoyed, namely his interns and female employees, most of whom he expected to sleep with him (upon request) or face immediate termination. While similar things happened throughout most of the nation on a smaller scale, Jasper Chuter flat out didn't care about doing his job, only taking advantage of his interns and employees. Since Sporting World was very profitable, nobody was going to remove him from his job despite his blatant lack of competence and flagrant abuses of his authority. If Jasper Chuter wanted to hire people like Nova Hellstrom to write for his magazine or encourage soccer coaches and players to make arrogant statements to rile up foreigners, so be it as far as the board of directors was concerned. Of course, if Sporting World were to threaten the viability of the flagship publication (News Magazine), it would be a different story...
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Postby Northern Sunrise Islands » Mon Aug 18, 2014 10:43 am

OOC: This was a bit appropriate. Just a bit.

36000 seats filled. The green and white seats of the Lime Ground were barely visible, but instead the red and white of the hosts on half of the crowd and the other half filled of the blue and yellow that had survived a heartbreaking playoff round against Sargossa to get in. Flags, banners with all the types of sayings the fans could think of when the national team was the subject. "Bourbon to the CE, Kylx to the World Cup, Chiyo to the trophy", "Nobody Expects the Huequisition", "Our Time is Now" or just a simple "N.S.I." with a menacing Vaporeon to the left; the supporters' were sure that the recently AOian team would stir stuff up this World Cup.

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day


Both teams walked out of the tunnel. Charmander, Grasshopper, O'Haile, Draagyn, Hikari, Nagashibato, Café, Abuda, Shizuka, Alcouin and Felipe Maniche. A mixed Sunrisian line-up against the starters of Apox, thanks to Chiyo's belief that some of the players weren't fully recovered yet from the game against the Quebecóise. The recently adopted national anthem, a result of the Corvax problem turning the Sunrisians a bit less friendly than the usual. It just caught to the people's news that the Special Forces were already on their way to Lake Bekk to assist the little state of Mertagne out on the way they knew best.

I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away


The ball rolled from the middle of the pitch. Alcouin rolled it to Felipe Maniche to start the game. The first half in all was mostly a group of blocked chances, though all escalating to the eventual goal and, surprisingly, the hosts were the ones taking the blow. Felipe Maniche's shot always seemed to know the way of the net, requesting an experienced Seabrooke to sweat out saves here and there. Alcouin was clearly getting the best of it over Moses, her teammate from Longyearbyen Town. The clash of midfielders on Farfadillis saw Aurora having a hard time against the Sunrisian's defense while an ANL defense couldn't do a lot against the killer duo of Café and Abuda.

It's more than a feeling, (more than a feeling)
when I hear that old song they used to play
(more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away


It was all until the forty-sixth minute of the game when Abuda sent a perfect pass to Shizuka. Sanui had the ball, before passing her left foot on front of the ball, before touching it with the right foot, rolling it with finesse around St. Teath, causing a dashing Alcouin to find the ball and shoot it with perfection to the back of the net. The crowd rejoices, flags are waved, barely understandable chants are echoed from the crowd. Alcouin slides on the field celebrating, followed by other Sunrisian players. Northern Sunrise Islands was 1-0 against their old rivals. Maybe this was the fire to reignite the rivalry again?

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky


The Second half brought Granada, substituting Hawk, who seemed too tired to continue on. Tactical changes on Apox as Nielssen and Quillisi get in to sub Hatem and Moses out after a lackluster first half from both. The substitutions did some help to the recently branded Chaps as they started to get something in, but couldn't do much against the joint efforts of O' Haile and Draagyn. The host's crowd was modest, to say the least, leaving the Sunrisians to do most of the noise. Granada got the ball, looking forward, before giving a brief smile. That smile.

It's more than a feeling, (more than a feeling)
when I hear that old song they used to play
(more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away


Manolo Granada dashed through the side, finding an open lane to the right of the box. St. Teath would try to steal it with a kick, but only managed to give a small boost to Granada for an unexpected cross to the box. The ball flied, still easy for Seabrook for a defense... only for Abuda to leap and land a bicycle kick, also as unexpected, hitting the ball on the bar, causing it to roll inside the goal, uncatchable, unstoppable shot, too far for Seabrooke to even touch it. A brief look to the net and there went Abuda, leaping over the adboards to celebrate with the fans at the end of the crowd.

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away.


Off was St. Teath, with one of the worse, if not worst, appearances ever of his entire career. In was Kinlasson, who could already see the living hell she was arriving at. The Sunrisians were already trick-fond before two unexpected changes, Nagatomo and Mateus Carvalho entering the field to sub out Felipe Maniche and Shizuka. While some of the supporters were confused about it, the crowd was too happy about the result to say otherwise and there seemed like there was no way for the Apoxians to even bother change anything about the game.

It's more than a feeling, (more than a feeling)
when I hear that old song they used to play
(more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away...


Nagatomo robbed the ball, passing to Mateus Carvalho. He sent it back to Nagatomo after passing over a midfielder. Nagatomo sent the ball back to Mateus Carvalho after a complicated dribble over a defender, just like the old days, it seemed. Mateus Carvalho lobbed the ball over the head of a defender, passing it again to Nagatomo, who then proceeded to slide under the legs of Kinlasson, before defying gravity with a pass to Mateus Carvalho, who just shot the ball under the legs of Seabrooke to finish it up. The Apoxians were already leaving the crowd but some had to stop for a brief minute when they saw Dustin Ambrose and Luther Reigns, two benched players of the Sunrisians bringing up a small box to Mateus Carvalho. As he opened it and took a ring out of it, he knelt on front of Nagatomo, before showing the ring to her, asking, almost unheard, "Will you marry me?". A marriage proposal was, at least, the weirdest commemoration ever, but they were, in fact, going to marry, as pointed out afterwards on the news.

Loud claps and cheers from the fans. Their third participation on a World Cup now had a Round of 16 match among its' accolades. Antoletia was an opponent that they should not underestimate, but if they were to play like they did against the Apoxians, this World Cup could already prepare to see a bit more of the Vaporeons.
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Postby Polar Islandstates » Mon Aug 18, 2014 2:06 pm

There was something about Luar Dardan in a green kit that just made more sense. Felix's home kit being red meant that there was no clash of colours between theirs and the Terns' kits, but apparently someone somewhere had made the decision to play in the Terns' less common green away kit. Guus Tuulari didn't know if this was for superstitious reasons or not, but he would wager that if it was it wouldn't be a decision repeated anytime soon.

To say that the team had been unlucky would be an understatement. Kolehmainen had hit the post, twice. Wolff had been incorrectly ruled out for offside in the first half just as he unleashed an unstoppable shot into the top corner. Bjerregaard had dug his toe into the turf and skewed a shot on an open goal horribly wide. And when Villeneuve had slipped in his run up to take a free kick he'd pulled his hamstring and skied the ball well over the bar. His replacement, Dardan, was looking like a Goose Coast native again in his emerald kit that, whilst not olive, was still reminiscent of his time as Astograth's star man. But even that fact wasn't enough to convince the referee that he hadn't had a chance to move his hand out of the way when Krister's shot hit it in the box. The penalty had cannoned off the post, hit the back of Kirilaunen's head, and bounced over the line. It was the icing on the cake of bad luck that Rasmussen's men had had to endure. Sure, the news from the other group stage match was that The Sarian were losing, but Rasmussen would've wanted his team to win, and at three-two down with barely minutes left, he was getting desperate.

Tuulari, meanwhile, was merely raising his eyebrow. His goal of being noticed on television but not by the fans in the crowd had so far been accomplished, and the team had hardly covered themselves in glory in the meantime. A goalless draw against The Sarian, a narrow win over Blouman Empire, and now losing against Felix. It would probably be enough to get them through with four points, but that wouldn't change the fact that it was a distinctly underwhelming performance from the Terns thus far.

And yet, they looked more united than ever. Tuulari was sniffing around for scraps of disillusionment from the players, dissatisfaction from the fans, frustration from the management, signs of impatience from the FPIFA, anything. Nothing. If there was any inkling that Rasmussen might be sliding towards the exit door, Tuulari couldn't see it. Which annoyed him. He'd keep his eye on proceedings, yes, but for now it looked like he'd have to keep his boundless ambition in check. East Franz Athletic could look forward to at least another two seasons with Tuulari in charge by the looks of it. This was what they'd already have assumed, of course, but they didn't need to know the real purpose of Tuulari's trip. Even if they probably had guessed.

Only one man was stopping Tuulari from booking his flight back home, and that was Alexis Zeljeznicar. He'd made a promise to that man, and that was to find out how he was going to get him back into the Terns side. They'd had an outstanding season for East Franz Athletic together, and now Tuulari was busy trying to work out how to get his talented attacking midfielder ahead of either Villeneuve or Dardan in the pecking order. The fact that Villeneuve had limped off for the second time in three matches annoyed him. Clearly, the man wasn't one hundred percent fit. So why had Rasmussen taken him? Sure, Dardan was down there now, trying to adjust to playing for a second national team and trying to fit in with the way Polarians play the game. They had a similar style to the way Astograth had played, admittedly; many of the experienced Rushmori sides had all picked up tactics and styles from the same sorts of places; but he'd stuttered and started in his opportunities so far. Tuulari was reasonably confident he could get a bit of hearsay going against the guy, in fact. Watching as he misplaced a pass straight into touch, he had to force himself not to smirk. The Terns were desperate, and he couldn't be seen to be actually enjoying this. His ambition might have outreached his patriotism, but it wouldn't be a popular point of view amongst the people he'd be relying on to sweep him into Rasmussen's position.

So; when the clock hit minute ninety-three, and Dardan picked up Kruse's pass, dummied a shot, played a one-two with Larsen, and then actually took his shot, Tuulari was mildly perturbed to see it fly into the top corner. He was then slightly more perturbed to see Dardan, followed closely by his trailing team-mates, run - no, sprint - towards Rasmussen and Finnibaturinn on the touchline and fall into a collapsing heap of exultant celebration.

A fine display of team unity, a euphoric ending that would leave the team, fans, and management in high spirits going into the next round, and all thanks to a display of skill from just the player Tuulari was hoping to squeeze out of the team. The perfect storm.

He scrunched up his notes and thrust his hands into his pockets lest his body language give him away, trying to keep his face neutral. It wasn't really going according to the script he'd written for himself at this tournament. Leaning back in his seat, he did the mental calculations and worked out where this result would leave them in the next round. The Holy Empire. He smirked. Frosty Football vs frosty football. Should be a good match to show his face at, the way this team was playing...
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Postby The Inevitable Syndicate » Mon Aug 18, 2014 2:21 pm

The Parliamentary Building, Neorudo, Mertagne

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we've had a full week to plan, but I believe it’s now finally time. Have we gathered the collection of special forces?” asked a member of the Council of Nine. He’d been in deliberations with the special forces of the United Sunrise for a week now, deciding on prime times to attack the capital and force the members of Corvidae to surrender. They had decided that an assault from the air would be the best tactic, as most of the Air Force was away failing to take Rüntenbach from the natives. Dropping from the sky directly into the city, and from there mobilising the armies on the ground to swarm The Forum was the prime directive, and Frank Haversham was quite surprised that the United Sunrise had sent their special forces to do the job. And they were certainly very special indeed.

First up, were a delightful battalion of the Sunrise Army, known as The Saints. Clad in purple, these elite troops were known for their unique ways of peacekeeping, seemingly operating above the law for the greater good. Led by a charismatic woman that even Frank didn’t know the name of, and who was only referred to as “The Boss”, The Saints had the manpower and the skill with weapons that would put them far above and beyond the skill of Corvidae troops.

Second, we had the Prototypes, men who seemed to exhibit some sort of super ability, after numerous experiments in the more shady areas of the islands. They were led by a man who constantly changed his face, but who at least had a name London "P.N. 110" Audley - , a man who everyone seemed to be scared of. His troops would be tasked with cutting off provisions to those in Fligsive, whilst also imposing blockades on anyone attempting to get in or out of the city.

Third, he had the vehicular division, the Special Force of the High Octane led by a well dressed man with very long hair. He sat in a leather backed chair, seemingly at all times, and swilled wine around in a glass without drinking it. An odd man, but he certainly knew what he was doing when it came to organising vehicles. While his team typically dealt with cars, this time they would be overseeing the movement of troops from Mertagne and Ratastan over to Fligsive without being detected.

And finally, the special force of the Edenias. Ground men, through and through, led by Diang Jun, a man with a strict moral code who was constantly appalled at Corvidae and their actions. His job, along with his men, was to prevent civillian casualties wherever possible, as Corvidae were known to use their innocents as weapons when the chips were down.

The plan was in place. They had the element of surprise. They just needed to get it in motion.

“So, ladies and gentlemen, are we ready to gather troops and push out in the next few hours?” said Lucy Cartwright, checking her watch. It was already getting late, so the attack would be mobilised in the early hours of the morning.

“Well, I can get my troops organised like that if you want, miss…” ‘The Boss’ snapped her fingers. “You just say the word and we’ll pluck the feathers off these Jackdaws.

“Crows.” said Frank. “The bird is a crow.”

“Aren’t all Jackdaws crows anyway?” asked Audley, who was clapping his hands and changing his skin colour on each clap. White, grey, brown, blue, green, red, purple…

“Here’s the thing. You said a Jackdaw is a crow. Is it in the same family? Yes…” Frank began, before being cut off by everyone in order to avoid an argument.

“Do you all have flags, so someone can post the flag of the interim state?” asked Wayne Spillot.

“We do, they’re right here!” said The Boss, and he unfurled her flag onto the table:
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“Lovely. Get ready to don that on the top of the Forum, and everywhere else you can. I don’t want to see any crows remaining when we assimilate the Syndicate into the Union. Now, change isn't going to happen overnight, and it’s going to be a long and arduous process, but I feel we as a government, with the help of the multiverse, can do this. We will stop the Corvidae threat, wherever it stands! Now, go and get your troops - we fly at midnight!”

The Circle, Fligsive, The Inevitable Syndicate

Lex Crowley had just woken up and stumbled to the office when his phone started ringing. Six times. At once. He picked it up, and heard his secretary on the other end. He had a message concerning Oliver’s funeral, which was arranged for today after his body touched down yesterday evening. It was such a shame that he’d lost his life, and with it the attack on Rüntenbach and half the army. Lex still felt pangs of guilt and regret for sending the man in so headstrong and fast. But, it had delayed the oncoming storm that was an attack on the Syndicate, so he hadn't given his life for nothing. Or so Lex thought.

His second call was from Ian Clayton, who wondered how his morning was going, and also wanted to have a catch up later on in the day. Lex obliged, and organised a room for 16:00.

The third call was from his mother, who was complaining that the heating in her house had gone out again. When Lex tried to explain that it was June, and she shouldn't really be that cold, he received an earful saying that “just because you’re running the world nowadays, doesn't mean you run the weather”. He spent about half an hour on the phone to her, before reaching an agreement that he’d get some engineers to see to the heating issue.

The fourth phone call was a quick reminder that he did run the weather, and that the Meteoricon had finished it’s charge cycle for the day and was now sitting at 2648.06 charges. Pleased, he went on to the next call.

The fifth phone call was dropped within a minute, claiming that someone had made him a coffee, but in the half hour they’d waited for him, they’d drunk it.

The sixth phone call was from Nathan Flynn, who told Lex that intelligence had spotted a fleet of large aircraft headed towards the capital, but were unable to shoot them down. They seemed headed on the warpath right towards him, and he probably only had about five minutes before they arrived. Lex thanked him, and put the phone down.

He thought about how silly Flynn could be sometimes, and about how he wanted that coffee, and how he needed to see his mother, and also about…

Hang on.

Planes? Five minutes? He frantically dialled the phone to Flynn again, asking to mobilise the remaining air forces. Flynn claimed he already had, and they were locked in a sky battle with these carriers as they spoke. Flynn also told him to hide. Lex put the phone down, and called up the only place he knew how in times like these...

Atlantian Oceania Cartographic Institute, Magnaeus, The Inevitable Syndicate

“Hello, Atlantian Oceania Cartographic Institute, how may I help you today?”

“I need to speak to the head engineer. We’re mobilising the Meteoricon.”

“Mr. Crowley? Of course, Supreme Administrator, I’ll patch you right through…”

*click*

“Hello, Dr. Monro speaking, how can I help?”

“Snow. I want snow. Blanket snow across the whole nation. Storms, too.”

“Sir that kind of freak weather would cost us many charges…”

“We have them, don’t we? Just do it!”

“Certainly, sir. I’ll get to it right away.”

Lex looked out of his window to see a beam of light in the distance, and the sky becoming greyer and greyer. Suddenly, the sky crackled with energy, and it began to snow, heavily - and the crackle of thunder boomed across the nation. He had now set the stage in his favour - nobody would be knocking on his door today. He looked to his left, however, and saw many battered planes slowly making their way towards The Forum. From them, men, women, were parachuting down into the city. He grabbed his communications device and ordered all troops on active duty to surround The Forum, and defend it with their lives. Crowley then took his coat, took his bowler hat, and walked up to the roof.


Streets of Fligsive, The Inevitable Syndicate

“Right then troops!” said The Boss, brandishing an assault rifle, glinting in the snow. “It’s a little chilly, but you know the drill. There’s our target - The Forum. I want you to storm that building, find Lex Crowley, and bring him to his knees. Then, we’ll tell Franco to get over there and make him sign rule over to the true owners of the his hell-hole - Mertagne!”

The Saints cheered as they congregated amongst the ruins of Victory Tower - the broken building itself a monument to Corvidae’s supreme hold over the country. Within it was a great bell, which the Prototypes quickly got to work salvaging from the wreckage to serve as a warning to the civilians in the city. They rang it three times, each ring echoing through the buildings. People in the streets looked around for the source of the noise, concerned at the rapidly changing weather, when suddenly the image of Lex Crowley, live from the roof of the forum, was beamed to every screen and EyeGlass in the nation:

“Members of the Syndicate. My People. The time has come where we must fight on our home soil, for the ideals of the Corvidae Party. Fligsive is under siege by those who oppose us, and I am concerned that they do not care about your safety. I do, and therefore I am recommending you hide in your homes from these freaks, and leave the fighting to the professionals of the armed forces. The chips may seem down, but now is the time that we will show the world that we are the true force for good in this world. So, return home, and wait until you can look out on a new dawn for the Corvidae party, a new Sunrise that will be brighter than the old one. Thank you for listening.”

The snowstorm raged on, and The Saints were met with violence on the streets by the Corvidae Army. The Force of the High octane were apprehensive to drop any ballistic weapons, for fear of injuring civilians, and instead stuck to air sweeps and intercepting Corvidae fighters in the skies above.

The battle raged on for what seemed like hours, with neither side making any ground. Lex was camped with the other members of Corvidae in the top room of the Forum, after realising he might not make it out of this alive. He had phoned for a fleet of stealth helicopters to evacuate both himself and Clayton, to opposite sides of the globe, hopefully where nobody would find them. They were just waiting to be rescued, now.

The Ratastan Forces arrived roughly half a day into the fighting, from the beach. This double pronged attack was beginning to cripple the Corvidae Army, who had held their position at the Forum. The Saints had taken refuge halfway across the city at the Flynn Arena, after they stormed the place and held Jasper Hewitt at gunpoint. The head of the IFA was on his knees in his office, tears in his eyes, wondering what he’d done wrong. After an hour, however, The Saints let him leave, and escorted him back to his home on the outskirts of town. Using the arena as a base for provisions, it looked as if the Anti-Corvidae forces would have the upper hand in the long run.

There were many stories that could have been told in the days of fighting that followed, including the detonation of an IED in Cathair Market that killed seventeen innocent Syndicatians, and a particularly vicious attack in the sewers of the city that caused six streets to flood with water from the river Lesko. But, the most important story of the war, is of course, it’s end. And after six days of fighting, the combined Anti-Corvidae forces, that from the outside, looked like a rag-tag bunch, finally burst through the gates of the Forum and up the stairs. Frank Haversham was the man that stepped onto the roof, and greeted Lex Crowley with a pistol.

“Give it up, Crowley, it’s over. Hand me the nation, and we’ll simply send you to prison for your crimes.”

“Never, you whelp. I’ll never sign the Syndicate over to you! Corvidae will remain triumphant, for as long as I live!”

“Well, we could just stop you from living, then.”

*bang*

The shot hit Lex in the leg, and he screamed out in pain. “You bastard! I’ll hang you for this!”

A shout came from The Boss down below. “Franco! Make this quick! We’re having trouble keeping this place!”

Haversham cleared his throat, and spoke again. “I’ll give you one more chance. Surrender.”

The snow was continuing to fall around the roof of The Forum, and in the distance a whirr of blades could be heard between the cracks of thunder. Lex smiled as he held a hand to his ear. Struggling to stand against the side of the building, he held his clenched fist up high.

“This is the thing with you!” he shouted. “You’re weak! Puny! You never follow through with your actions! And that is why I will be remembered, for six whole years of glorious rule!”

He opened his hand, and caught the rope ladder that was dangled from the helicopter. He began to climb as it drifted off into the distance.

Haversham sighed. He hadn't got the speech he wanted. He hadn't made the shot he wanted. But he’d got the nation he wanted. Pulling the flag out of his bag, he walked over to the flagpole, and pulled on the ropes to take down the Corvidae flag. And with it, he rose the flag of a new union. A Syndicate free of the grasp of Corvidae, a curse that it had fallen under for the past six years. Six years of hell, six years of fighting, had now come to an end. Sure, change wouldn't happen overnight, but this was a monumental step in restoring normalcy to both nations that were, for all intents and purposes, now under the control of his people.

Corvidae Triumphant no more.

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Postby The Inevitable Syndicate » Mon Aug 18, 2014 2:48 pm

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Global :: Corvidae War
Tags: Atlantian Oceania, Esportiva, Corvidae, Inevitable Syndicate, Sunrise, Mertagne, Freedom
Corvidae Defeated - Inevitable Syndicate & Mertagne Now "Calanian Union"
Council Of Nine Claim "Much Work Needs To Be Done" To Restore Nations To Former Selves

18th July 2190
by Reynold Akerman

Fligsive, THE CALANIAN UNION--- Cheers of freedom from across the world were heard last week as Lex Crowley, leader of Corvidae, was ousted in a deadly confrontation in Fligsive after a week of intense fighting from the Anti-Corvidae alliance. This alliance consisted of groups of soldiers from across the multiverse, who banded together for a final standoff in the snow against the Corvidae Threat, who didn't have a leg to stand on after a terrible military mistake in which their army was diverted towards Rüntenbach.

The city saw extreme weather from a device known to Ekitaldia as "The Meteoricon", which was reportedly found 8 years ago by Syndicatian special forces in the pre-Corvidae government. This device, which released energy into the upper atmosphere to influence the weather, caused difficult conditions for all fighting across the nation, and made it tricky for the Anti-Corvidae alliance to gain the upper hand.

While there are many stories to tell of the final days of the conflict, perhaps the most important are the actions of the brave Mertians who fought for their former homeland. Fligsive is, in its current state, still a warzone, and travel is not advised until the weather dies down and the remnants of the conflict are cleared by the authorities.

The Council of Nine have stepped up to lead the Union in this time of crisis, and formal elections will be held in the coming months to decide seats in parliament, and who will be the first Prime Minister of The Calanian Union.

There have been many changes in government structure, with Mertian organisations stepping up to take the mantle of the Corvidae institutions that fell along with the regime. The Bank of Fligsive and Magnaeus, the Syndicate's primary mint and premier banking institution, has been taken over by the First Mertian Bank, and this has quite heavily impacted the economy of the nation, with many businesses on the Syndicatian stock market dropping quite a few points. Many businesses have made the switch to be registered at the new stock market in Centralis, which is already booming despite still being under construction.

Both nations, then, haver undergone much change in a very little time, and it will still take some time for the war-torn Syndicate to recover from a short but intense period of fighting. But, for now, the war is over, and the world can once again continue to focus on building up what we have - something that Mertians are particularly proficient at.

In Other News...
> FMF successfully coup IFA - Noel Palvini claims "A new golden age for Syndicatian football"
> ACT-1093 passes - World Cups now once every four years, beginning at the conclusion of World Cup 69
> Vilitan Antiparticulates run for seats in major electoral areas
> Interview with Frank Havermann - "How I Won The War"
> Live In The Calanian Union - Ekitaldia Insight
> Meteoricon explodes atop AOCI building - six dead and device destroyed
> Syndicate "set for extreme climate change in just one decade" claims climate professor
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Postby Audioslavia » Mon Aug 18, 2014 3:12 pm

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I've never really been one for politics, unless it involves the idealistic divides between various Audioslavian and north-eastern football teams, but even I couldn't help but watch with interest at the footage being shown live on Apoxian television.

It was just an aeroplane. Less than that. A computer graphic of where an aeroplane was in relation to the terrain below it. The interesting thing was that the plane contained Lex Crowley, and Lex Crowley, or rather his clothes, contained a one-way ticket out of The Inevitable Syndicate, where our south-western allies had apparently, once and for all, done the right thing and kicked the fascist prick the hell out of Fligsive.

The news switched from the Crowley graphic to some other graphic about the south of the Syndicate and something to do with global warming, and I quickly lost interest. My mind turned to more pressing matters, and tomorrow's game against Ko-oren.

The last sixteen of the World Cup, playing a team we knew we could, and should, take. S**t was getting real. The Ko-orenites were confident, of course, as any team of professional athletes would be, and that an article from the north-west of Atlantian Oceania mentioned the fact that, while Ko-oren had never reached a World Cup quarter-final, there had also been a time when Audioslavia had never reached a quarter-final, had given me pause for thought. Lee Sharp, the gaffer, had duly pointed out that that time had been World Cup 11, though.

The older boys had brought up AOCAF 41, and Audioslavia's 1-0 defeat to the Ko-orenites on home soil. The gaffer had brought up the fact that the Audioslavia team had been irredeemably shite for that entire tournament, which I seem to remember being true.

Serge, our goalie, slumps down on the comfy hotel sofa next to me. He nods the television.
"Bet they regret clearing up after that tsunami, now" he says. I frown.
"What are you on about?"
"The Inevitable Syndicate" said Serge. "Look at it. Rattford's pretty much a ghost town. Wozinitz and Baudelaire have already lost their footy team. Nostromo probably next. Fligsive is still a battleground. The whole place is going to be a wasteland in twenty years unless, I dunno, they start some mass irrigation work or something. I reckon it's God. I reckon God is punishing them for being all fascist and that this is God's way of..."
"Serge, Serge.." I say, interrupting him with a grimace, "you can spare me the God stuff."
"But.."
"You can probably spare me the news stuff too. And the Syndicate stuff. And anything that isn't to do with football. Have you taken your pills?"
Serge looked at me, then looked at the ground, then out the window.
"Yeah... yeah..."
"Have you taken your pills?"
"..no, look I feel fine"
"For f**k sake, Serge, take your pills"
"But I'm fine"
"Did the doctor say to take them even when you're feeling fine?"
"Yes, but.."
I stand up and hold out my hand.
"Come with me"

I escort Serge to his hotel room by his hand, garnering a raised eyebrow from a couple of the guys on our way.
"Make any kind of comment and you'll be next" I say to them, which throws them off for long enough for us to walk past them. We get to Serge's room and locate his bottle of pills. Nothing much. Nothing major. Anxiety tablets. Completely legal, but not something you'd expect an international class goalie to own. Truth is, Serge was young for a goalie, and while he made his international debut at a much older age than former teen-sensation Kajaxo Imaslavii, who had been the Bulls' keeper from before I was born to just a couple of years ago, he wasn't nearly as much of a machine as Imaslavii was. Serge was a talented lad, he was a confident lad, but the boy had issues. The tablets didn't help him physically, they didn't even help him with mental aspects of goalkeeping like concentration and calculation, they just stopped him going to pieces with worry in the long periods between him having work to do, both off the pitch and on.

I watched as he gulped down a pill with a glass of water.

"Losing is one thing", I say, "losing because your goalie has shat himself with anxiety while you've been trying to score a goal is quite another"

Serge smiled, but it was hardly a happy one.

"I shouldn't need these. I should just be able to handle it". I know where he's coming from. I also know that his arguments are a sack of horse shit.
"You were medicating your problems with cigarettes and alcohol before", I say, "if you were off these you'd be back on the Rothmans and the Burung Brew, and you'd have anxiety."
"Aye, but"
"Do I need to ride you like a naughty horse to cheer you up?"

I watched carefully for any small tablet making its way to the carpet along with the rest of the water Serge had begun choking on. He's pretty much finished by the time I've opened the door and held it for him and I to depart back to the lounge.
"Come on. I'll play you at table tennis instead. It'll be less painful for you"

We head back downstairs, and it appears of cheered my goalkeeper up for another 24 hours at least.
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Postby Osarius » Mon Aug 18, 2014 3:42 pm

Vermilion Bird Fortress, Upper Floor :: Undisclosed Location

"Agent Q. Your services are required." The elderly man whose codename lent itself to the division he headed up threw a file on to the desk in front of Agent Q. The elderly man known only as K.

"What's this?" Q replied, picking up the file and reading the cover; 'Trident Probe'

"Read it." Came the terse reply.

[...]Q will oversee the mission. This mission serves as a final test of our agents' suitability for espionage. All three scored highly on aptitude assessment, and have shown a willingness to work with OSCO (Osarian Service for Clandestine Operations), but none have any real experience in the field. Due to the short timeline available between acquiring clearance for the positions, it was imperative to[...]


"K, sir." Q's face sunk. "Do I really have to..."

"Yes. Those are your orders. You know protocol if you choose not to accept."

"Good luck explaining that to Mother at Christmas."

"Your mother," K glared, "would understand."

"Understanding is not acceptance. But fine." He spat the last word. "I'll take your damned mission. But I am telling you now that this will fail. It's pointless." Q snapped, snatching the file from the desk and striding out of the office.

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Q sat in a reclining seat in business class for the flight to Apox, leafing through the profiles for each of the "agents" he was to oversee. "This is bullshit" he muttered.

A passing stewardess turned abruptly. "I'm sorry sir, may I help you?"

"Whiskey sour, thanks."

'That idiot. This entire operation is ridiculous.' Q thought to himself. 'Who honestly believes that soccer coaches can influence a nation to a degree that we can exploit?'

"Your drink, sir." The stewardess handed him the glass. He knocked it back without a second's hesitation and handed her an empty glass before she could leave.

"Thanks."

"Will you be needing anything else, sir?"

"No... thank you. How long until we reach destination?"

"Nine more hours, sir."

"Great." With the slightest hint of sarcasm. "I'll catch up on my sleep."

* * * * *


After having guaranteed progression, and not being able to predict who their opponent would be in the next round, Jermain Lewis opted not to play safe. "We have to believe we can win no matter who the opponent is." He explained pre-match, when questioned over his squad selection, which omitted no less than six regular starters.

Osarius' all-time top scorer Ezio Grassi sat the game out, making way for the prodigious Violia striker, Marco Puntoriero. Sergio Mora also started over Toby Drummond, McBride finally got a chance between the sticks behind a new-look centre back pairing of Padron and Rodriguez, and Darell Marshall's impressive display against Farfadillis meant he replaced Nathaniel Doherty on the right flank.

"People are saying I shouldn't risk it, because it's likely Audioslavia will win Group C, and we don't really want to face them this early. Asinine. If we're going to win this thing, we will likely have to beat them, and teams of that quality along the way. Why not get it out of the way early?" Lewis argued.

It is expected that the Osarius lineup will revert to normal for the Firebirds' second round clash with Paradystopia, however. Despite the loss of Jayson Dhanda from the coaching staff, Lewis will be confident that his charges can muster the physical conditioning to capitalise on the Paradystopi side suffering an additional ninety minutes of football on the way, courtesy of a playoff with former World Champions Eura.

"I'd like to think they'd be a bit more tired than us. I'd also like to say I planned it all, the resting players and everything, knowing we'd have this advantage." Lewis suggested with a smile after hearing both potential second round opponents would need to play an extra game. "Of course, it's just lucky for us."

When asked if the fortunate circumstances would add pressure to his already-strong-favourite side, Lewis laughed. "I didn't realise there could be more pressure on these guys. They won't break. They barely even bend."

Marco Puntoriero's winner against Ko-oren -- shortly after Lewis' half-time substitution removed a subdued Sergio Mora in favour of a more dynamic Andrea Poynter -- was the only score in an otherwise tepid affair. A momentary defensive lapse left an opening, the young Turic attacker advanced, and played Puntoriero in. In a one-on-one situation, it was hard to imagine him missing. While it could be argued that the Dragonflies may perhaps have wanted to play for a draw more than Osarius, it should be noted that neither side seemed particularly insistent on taking three points.

The match will still go down in history, however. In the seventy-sixth minute, Jermain Lewis decided to rest his captain, and introduced his record-breaking heir apparent. At just sixteen years, one hundred and thirty-nine days, Fabio Mancini became the youngest ever player to appear for the Osarian national team. The occasion did not overawe the promising Hastmead midfielder, either. A surging run from deep, a neat one-two with Poynter and a rocket of a shot cannoned off the crossbar in the eighty-seventh minute, announcing the wiry teenager's arrival.

Looking ahead to the Paradystopia clash, it seems likely that if Osarius can find a way to keep 'Foskar' quiet, there will be little true creative influence from the opposition. However, they do boast a solid defence, and numerous threats on the counter, meaning the usual high-pressing defensive game we see in the 'Osarian 4-3-3' might be a liability. Eura saw just how dangerous the Paradystopi can be on the break, conceding six in their playoff game, something Elissa Barca-Carthy no doubt will have made note of. Expect recalls for some more physical players in the Osarius squad, as Lewis will know all-too-well the effect of an intimidating presence in a team, particularly when facing younger, less-experienced opposition.

* * * * *


Room 137, Hotel Urbanista, Apox

"Why do I have to meet with some guy from OSCO? You entrusted the mission to me, and now you're putting me under someone else's command?! Why?!" Malachi Lubret demanded answers from the even-toned voice on the other end of the line. His breathing ragged, spittle flying from the corners of his mouth, eyes wide. "I have done nothing to deserve this!"

"Agent M." The voice calmly replied. "May I remind you that you are expendable?"

Stunned silence, but for the low growl under the deep, chest-filling breaths Lubret was taking.

"Good. Now that we have your attention, let me explain the circumstances fully. This is your final assessment of suitability, your overseer and assessor is one of our top agents, and will report back to K Division with your results."

"So it's a test?" The anger was still present in his tone.

"Yes."

"And if I fail?"

"You won't."

"Damn right I won't."

"Good luck, Agent M." The voice disappeared, the paper-thin communication device went blank.

* * * * *


Room 205, Hotel Urbanista, Apox

"This is humiliating." Q muttered, mixing himself a whiskey sour. "It's babysitting."

The comm device flashed. Incoming message.

41 67 6e 74 51 2d 72 70 74 32 62 73 2d 6e 66 6f 72 71 64 6e 61 67 6e 74 73 6e 66 6c 64 2d 62 67 6e 61 73 73 50 48


'Ugh,' he groaned, 'fucking double encryption on this joke of a mission? Really?' Before beginning the conversion from HXD to NVWL encryption. Within minutes, he had the message:

Agent Q, report to base, info required on agents in field, begin assessment post-haste


That had to be K. Nobody else used terms like "post-haste". Q's jaw tensed and he entered the code for the K Division HQ secure line on the comm device. Speaking clearly into the receiver, he recited the access statement. "Four-four-seven-nine-eight, Suzaku."

The security system would cross check the code number and the division, and also perform a quick analysis of vocal patterns to match against his records. It occurred to him that the entire system could be overridden by something as crude as a cassette tape recording. 'Basic security and hold music. No wonder the northscum^ are always ten steps ahead...' he thought as the receiver played smooth jazz on a low volume.

The music stopped and an elderly man's voice answered eventually. "Agent Q." It was an oddly cold greeting, no implication of familiarity. 'It's like we're not...' Q's thoughts drifted. "You have a report for me?"

"No."

"I arrived here three hours ago, to find that only two of my charges are in Apox. Kholera appears to be in Paradystopia."

"Then assess Crunch and Agent M."

"Not possible, sir. An accurate assessment can only be obtained if all three members of the Paradystopi Initiative are pres-"

"Assess them." K cut him off.

"This is a bad idea."

"You sound like Fox."

"Because he and I seem to be the only ones involved in this operation with any sense" was what he wanted to say, but the words never came.

"Just assess the field agents, Ken."

Q flinched at the use of his birth name, a vein pulsing in his temple.

"...sir." He replied through gritted teeth.

"First, you might see if they have any intelligence that may benefit Jermain Lewis."

'Yeah, great plan. Antagonise Malachi Lubret.' Q thought.

"One more advantage can't hurt, and the more successful Lewis is, the more successful Operation Chalkboard will be. I expect another report tomorrow. DeeKay out."




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Postby Chiata » Mon Aug 18, 2014 7:00 pm

Into War
Part 4

On the Doorstep

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The Chiatan divisions continued to rumble through enemy territory. The Vanersholm military was barely able to put up an organized force. Just days before the war, Vanersholm had been engaged in revolutions: rebels against the royalists. Now, under the most unlikely circumstances Vanersholm had united to defend its homeland, something they were failing at miserably. Tranhult and Grimsmark lay in rubble. Chiatan divisions marched freely as far south as Vanersholm's border with unclaimed land. The capital was being closed in on and Vanersholm could barely confront the massive Chiatan forces surrounding the city of Vanersholm.

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To begin with, the I Corps had chewed up territory along the Aratat River, following along its banks. The group had then wheeled westward and marched up to the feet of Vanersholm. The 2nd Corps was busy clearing up the South of any resistance. They soon met Vanersholm's southern most border and they too turned west. This time, the Corps was supposed to assault Nakazu. The III Corps had set up camp a few miles outside of Vanersholm. They were still licking their wounds from the Battle of Tranhult and needed time to rest. The IV Corps moved out of their position at the top of the gulf and proceded southward to aid in the coming battle for Vanersholm. Likely, II and IV Corps would do the bulk of the fighting. Surprisingly, the V Corps had finally ran into stiff resistance. The force had stumbled upon a massive line of entrenchments and fortifications. In fact, for the first time in the war, the Chiatans had been pushed back and forced to make their own trenches to avoid a counterattack. Soon, trench warfare ensued, with a mile of no-mans land in between the two apposing lines. With Kyoto of little priority for the Chiatan armed forces, the V Corps will not receive any more reinforcements for an attack anytime soon. For now, they will have to sit and wait.

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Postby Felix » Mon Aug 18, 2014 8:29 pm

Previously

Palacios, Felix

"Sir, I have bad news." began a leading assistant for the General Rowan Herman, "The assault of Rutenbach has been cancelled and The Inevitable Syndicate is now in a defensive war. The countries of Northern Sunrise Islands, Rutenbach..." the leading assistant didn't finish his sentence, "I don't want to hear any more about it Kevin." The tired general shooed the assistant away and sighed, "Great... I am stuck here while my brothers fight for their homeland..." He sighed again and looked at his map again, he then began to talk to himself, "Well Palacios is only halfway between Higuera and Indos. If I can make it in 3 days I can regroup and form that Northern Line. Yeah, that sounds about right." He grinned at himself, "Well at least I got something going for me, a plan."

"Sir! A message from Indos!" The general looked at the young Felixian and asked, "From who?" The man said, "General Legrand of the 1st." Rowan nodded, "Alright, tell me it." The man began to read, "Indos is waiting, we have supplies for your men and we are sending some of our own planes to cover your retreat although intel from the FIA shows that the rebels aren't exactly heading for us yet... It seems like that they are regrouping and getting more men." Rowan nodded, "Alright, alright. Tell the commanding officers to get ready to move out, despite that news I would prefer for us to be as far away from these rebels as humanly possible." The young man nodded and he was off. The general laid down in hammock and decided to go to bed. He hasn't slept in days and was very tired, a little nap should recharge his batteries.

Off the Coast of Kitsune-Deese

Admiral Rutger Artz radioed in the Kitsune-Deese Navy telling them that they were friendlies happy to join the Free Felixian movement and ready to be it's navy. They had their clearance and the Admiral of the former Northern Fleet (now renamed the Liberty Fleet) organized a meeting with Tamara Van Der Ven. She recently finished her multiversal tour for support and was now in the FFS Rising Phoenix (the flagship of the Liberty Fleet) ready to discuss some terms. They were simple, to show loyalty to the original government and to always fly the Free Felixian Naval Jack. Those terms were agreed and it made the defection official now. For the first time in the war the Felixian rebels would have naval support in the war. Their new mission? To head to southern Felix where they would face off against the Southern Fleet.

Back in Glore Tamara Van Der Ven's daughter Alexandra Van Der Ven made a surprise landing in the capitol, Glore, Kitsune-Deese. Her mother didn't know about this and probably would've objected to this but at this point it was too late to move her back. Alexandra eagerly awaited her mother's return to mainland Kitsune-Deese, she would have some great news to tell her.

Volker, Felix

It was the 3rd day of the siege and the rebels lost some ground although it was nothing too major. Right now, Limbaugh's Army was surrounded by 7th Army but they weren't panicking they had everything, for the most part, under control. The outskirts were the only place not under rebel control and the enemies had a tough time breaking through the defensive lines despite the earlier trouble caused by that north, south movement they did a few days back. The only problem though it that supplies for the defending forces were going down. They needed some help and the nearest forces were in Higuera which was too far away for immediate support. She needed help another major offensive was to start again and she had a fear that they might not make it through this one.

Outside Higuera, Felix

The armies were being reformed after the brutal battle to save the rebel capitol. A massive recruiting drive was organized to replenish lost men and women. Felixians from all over the multiverse heard the call. In Ceni, 2,000 Felixians arrived. Along with 15,000 Nephara soldiers 5,000 Felixians living in Nephara in exile decided to join. In the Northern Sunrise Islands 10,000 Felixians heeded the call of duty and joined up. Soon enough the losses suffered were recovered. Now it was time to train the new Felixian recruits. Enter Ceni. This nation who was a group mate in the latest World Cup qualifiers decided to pitch in their support for Felix with training. Over the next few weeks this rapid training would be great for the new Felixians.

A few days later the Equestrians finally sent their support in the form of more ammo and guns but that was sent to Volker, a city controlled by rebels and desperately needed support. While the Equestrians wouldn't organize full stage combat they were going to be used in many sabotage missions as the attack of the line began to form. By this time many Felixian and Kaji strategists knew the 6th escaped and the other armies formed that line while that presented a problem they had a solution. The battle plan was simple. The Liberty Fleet fights the much weaker Southern Fleet and controls the seas. Eventually the Liberty Fleet is used as a ferry system to carry troops to Altomare (a reverse Cognac) and attack the southern line.

Next part of the plan is the other army to attack the southern line at the same time meaning the line would have to handle two armies. From there, if everything went right the two groups would go there separate ways. With naval support they would conquer the southern coastlines of Felix. With the other army they would try to go behind the northern line and try to assist Volker. From there they would expect a new army to be formed and that army would try to handle the northern line. Going back south the army there would send some troops to hold on to the new territory but mainly head north and get ready to go assist in the liberation of the northern towns.

But first they have to make those landings.

To be continued...

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Felix's Lineup against The Holy Republican Empire

GK: Kiki Nuremburg
DEF: Bernardino Florentino (Captain), Aloysius Blau, Alexis Garcia and Rubinho Mata
MID: Nickolaus Dürr, Chloe Álvarez, Gabriel Jenaro, Ji Iseul Kwan, and Sebastian Krister
FWD: Mikel Araboa

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WORLD CUP 69 QUALIFYING REVIEW
A Look Back at the first half of Vilita's WCQ Campaign


The Vilita Jungle Cats opened their World Cup 69 Qualifying campaign in perfect fashion, with Zelkki Milake, the goalkeeper from the World Cup 68 final, making a return appearance despite struggling after the World Cup 68 finals in the Vilitan League Stellar Division with Lonngeylin Coast. The Jungle Cats would open their World Cup 69 Qualifying Campaign against likely the toughest opposition in the group, Atlantian Oceania regional rivals Kinitaria.

It was a tough way for new head coach Nycflala Kater to open his career as national team head coach after previously sharing the role along with now-president of the Football Association of Vilita Calaesa Mitaroka.

While they left it late, the Jungle Cats got the goals they needed in the second half against Kinitaria to take home the 2-1 win as well as the 3 points.

Sirkii Moliaudo, the experienced Cednia Beach striker who scored the winner against Kinitaria netted twice on matchday 2 against Novach, either side of Nili Ylimaiina's first goal of the tournament as the unconvincing Jungle Cats narrowly survived with a 3-2 victory over unfamiliar foes.

While the Jungle Cats had opened up their title-defending campaign with 6 points in the opening two matches, it was evident that Nycflala Kater's side were not fully meshing - perhaps still having a bit of a hangover effect from the Champions Tour of Vilita.

If it was a kick in the pants that Kater's Jungle Cats needed to set them on the right course, then it was a kick in the pants that Vilita got on Matchday 3 when they traveled to the GIGSAZ and couldn't find the back of the net. The loss, Kater's first as lone coach, was also the Vilita National Team's first qualifying round, group stage defeat since the opening matchday of World Cup 66 Qualifying when they Jungle Cats were undone by Iwanawin on the opening matchday by the same 0-1 scoreline.

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Kinitaria
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:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 58' Serabi Chamya
:: 77' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: Best Player: Karisto Monafog
:: Worst Player: Zelkki Milake
:: Shots on Target: 4
:: Corner Kicks: 6
:: Opponent Shots: 4
:: Opponent Corners: 7


Vilita Jungle Cats (3-(1-4)-2) ::
[GK] Zelkki Milake, [D.] Miiara Makose, [D.] Jirijii Januaa, [D.] Amarini Baracelv, [DM] Karisto Monafog, [ML] Lopaki Kilpter, [MC] Purapal Eskiiy, [MC] Westii Yahaya, [MR] Tripate Falcon, [FC] Sirkii Moliaudo, [FC] Nili Ylimaiina
BENCH::
[FC] Perran Adlani, [FC] Lboaisa Akarelm, [M] Serabi Chamya, [M] Vliela Lianksa, [U] Kiroki Mitaroka, [D] Endur Rotropii, [GK] Kalek Intafel

Vilita Substitutions::
(45) - Lopaki Kilpter >>> Serabi Chamya




(For Future Statistical Reference)
GK :: Zelkki Milake 6

D. :: Miiara Makose 8
D. :: Jirijii Januaa 7
D. :: Amarini Baracelv 8

DM :: Karisto Monafog 8

ML :: Lopaki Kilpter 7
MC :: Purapal Eskiiy 6
MC :: Westii Yahaya 9
MR :: Tripate Falcon 7

FC :: Sirkii Moliaudo 8
FC :: Nili Ylimaiina 7

Vilitan Subs Bench:
FC :: Perran Adlani DNP
FC :: Lboaisa Akarelm DNP
M :: Serabi Chamya 6
M :: Vliela Lianksa DNP
U :: Kiroki Mitaroka DNP
D :: Endur Rotropii DNP
GK :: Kalek Intafel DNP



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Novach
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:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 6' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: 44' Nili Ylimaiina
:: 72' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: Best Player: Tripate Falcon
:: Worst Player: Endur Rotropii
:: Shots on Target: 9
:: Corner Kicks: 17
:: Opponent Shots: 3
:: Opponent Corners: 4


Vilita Jungle Cats (3-(1-4)-2) ::
[GK] Kalek Intafel, [D.] Tlikao Muratai, [D.] Amarini Baracelv, [D.] Endur Rotropii, [ML] Jomur Hulyer, [MC] Purapal Eskiiy, [MC] Tripate Falcon, [MC] Westii Yahaya, [MR] Altimo Ueboa, [FC] Sirkii Moliaudo, [FC] Nili Ylimaiina
BENCH::
[FC] Kaivel Illatara, [FC] Kristofer Kilpter, [M] Serabi Chamya, [M] Aniara Jiurjai, [U] Kamarul Zaman, [D] Kwuimekii Hentetii, [GK] Zelkki Milake

Vilita Substitutions::
(45) - Westii Yahaya >>> Kristofer Kilpter
(68) - Jomur Hulyer >>> Aniara Jiurjai
(68) - Nili Ylimaiina >>> Serabi Chamya


(For Future Statistical Reference)
GK :: Kalek Intafel 4

D. :: Tlikao Muratai 7
D. :: Amarini Baracelv 7
D. :: Endur Rotropii 5

ML :: Jomur Hulyer 7

MC :: Purapal Eskiiy 7
MC :: Tripate Falcon 10
MC :: Westii Yahaya 7
MR :: Altimo Ueboa 6

FC :: Sirkii Moliaudo 8
FC :: Nili Ylimaiina 6

Vilitan Subs Bench:
FC :: Kaivel Illatara DNP
FC :: Kristofer Kilpter 6
M :: Serabi Chamya 5
M :: Aniara Jiurjai 6
U :: Kamarul Zaman DNP
D :: Kwuimekii Hentetii DNP
GK :: Zelkki Milake DNP


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Gregoryisgodistan Special Administrative Zone
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:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
(None)
:: Best Player: Sipaao Vereaoao
:: Worst Player: Kiroki Mitaroka
:: Shots on Target: 2
:: Corner Kicks: 2
:: Opponent Shots: 4
:: Opponent Corners: 6


Vilita Jungle Cats (3-(1-4)-2) ::
[GK] Kalek Intafel, [D.] Sipaao Vereaoao, [D.] Endur Rotropii, [D.] Amarini Baracelv, [ML] Westii Yahaya, [MC] Lopaki Kilpter, [MC] Jomur Hulyer, [MR] Kiroki Mitaroka, [FC] Kaivel Illatara, [FC] Lboaisa Akarelm, [FC] Nili Ylimaiina
BENCH::
[FC] Sirkii Moliaudo, [FC] Kiliko Riazen, [M] Dalian Magagula, [M] Altimo Ueboa, [U] Perran Adlani, [D] Arocki Tadalek, [GK] Jaqe Planst

Vilita Substitutions::
(39) - Sipaao Vereaoao >>> Altimo Ueboa
(45) - Amarini Baracelv >>> Dalian Magagula
(63) - Lopaki Kilpter >>> Kiliko Riazen


(For Future Statistical Reference)
GK :: Kalek Intafel 6

D. :: Sipaao Vereaoao 5
D. :: Endur Rotropii 4
D. :: Amarini Baracelv 6

ML :: Westii Yahaya 7

MC :: Lopaki Kilpter 5
MC :: Jomur Hulyer 9
MR :: Kiroki Mitaroka 8
FC :: Kaivel Illatara 7

FC :: Lboaisa Akarelm 7
FC :: Nili Ylimaiina 5

Vilitan Subs Bench:
FC :: Sirkii Moliaudo DNP
FC :: Kiliko Riazen 5
M :: Dalian Magagula 5
M :: Altimo Ueboa 5
U :: Perran Adlani DNP
D :: Arocki Tadalek DNP
GK :: Jaqe Planst DNP


While Nycflala Kater's Jungle Cats would have done virtually anything to keep themselves away from the 'list' - The unfortunate list of matches with which the Vilita Jungle Cats did not secure all 3 points during a World Cup Qualifying match in the modern era, they now had to decide what kind of response they would have to the first defeat in World Cup Qualifying's group stage in four campaigns.. The Jungle Cats might have used the defeat to the GIGSAZ as an inspiration for the rest of the World Cup 69 Qualifying campaign, and started it by creating a gathering of like-minded concentrated results.

After Kinitaria, it appeared that the Jungle Cats biggest opposition during World Cup 69 qualifying would be The Icemark. The Icemark were a much wearker side than the World Cup 69 base Kinitar side, but were punching above their weight. However, when the Eels hosted the Icemark on Matchday 4 of World Cup 69 qualifying, there was no hesitation, and no doubt as to which side had the advantage in the day.

Sirkii Moliaudo, the Cednia Beach AFC Striker who had already scored 3-times earlier in the competition, was left out from the rest of the goalscoring at the Lirai Asku Castle where Altimo Ueboa, Nili Ylimaiina and Perran Adlani look to be poor chose for non-participant nations submission as assistance to some of the nations being tossed around as potential raw qualifying foes.

After netting four goals past the Icemark and taking sole control of the top spot in their qualifying group, the Jungle Cats just added on the misery for their collective opposition, scoring four goals in a match for the second consecutive match, looking a completely transformed side following the unexpected defeat to the GIGSAZ earlier in the competition.

It was once again Moliaudo getting the goalscoring started, this time in the Bosman Empire with Moliaudo netting a pair of goals, one to kick off the match and a second to wrap it up increasing his competition total to 6 goals in just 5 games. Kiliko Riazen and Aniara Jiujai scored the other two goals for the Jungle Cats on Matchday 5.


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The Icemark
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:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 17' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: 22' Altimo Ueboa
:: 28' Nili Ylimaiina
:: 35' Perran Adlani
:: Best Player: Endur Rotropii
:: Worst Player: Lopaki Kilpter
:: Shots on Target: 5
:: Corner Kicks: 6
:: Opponent Shots: 3
:: Opponent Corners: 4


Vilita Jungle Cats (3-(1-4)-2) ::
[GK] Jaqe Planst, [D.] Endur Rotropii, [D.] Miiara Makose, [D.] Tlikao Muratai, [ML] Lopaki Kilpter, [MC] Purapal Eskiiy, [MC] Tripate Falcon, [MR] Altimo Ueboa, [FC] Perran Adlani, [FC] Nili Ylimaiina, [FC] Sirkii Moliaudo
BENCH::
[FC] Kristofer Kilpter, [FC] Yves Gadois, [M] Serabi Chamya, [M] Jomur Hulyer, [U] Kiroki Mitaroka, [D] Arocki Tadalek, [GK] Kalek Intafel

Vilita Substitutions::
(36) - Perran Adlani >>> Yves Gadois
(67) - Miiara Makose >>> Kiroki Mitaroka
(74) - Tripate Falcon >>> Serabi Chamya


(For Future Statistical Reference)
GK :: Jaqe Planst 5

D. :: Endur Rotropii 8
D. :: Miiara Makose 8
D. :: Tlikao Muratai 8

ML :: Lopaki Kilpter 6

MC :: Purapal Eskiiy 7
MC :: Tripate Falcon 7
MR :: Altimo Ueboa 8
FC :: Perran Adlani 6

FC :: Nili Ylimaiina 8
FC :: Sirkii Moliaudo 8

Vilitan Subs Bench:
FC :: Kristofer Kilpter DNP
FC :: Yves Gadois 6
M :: Serabi Chamya 5
M :: Jomur Hulyer DNP
U :: Kiroki Mitaroka 5
D :: Arocki Tadalek DNP
GK :: Kalek Intafel DNP



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Boring Paradise
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:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 26' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: 27' Kiliko Riazen
:: 61' Aniara Jiurjai
:: 62' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: Best Player: Arocki Tadalek
:: Worst Player: Jirijii Januaa
:: Shots on Target: 9
:: Corner Kicks: 7
:: Opponent Shots: 5
:: Opponent Corners: 10


Vilita Jungle Cats (3-(1-4)-2) ::
[GK] Kalek Intafel, [D.] Jirijii Januaa, [D.] Endur Rotropii, [D.] Arocki Tadalek, [ML] Aniara Jiurjai, [MC] Tripate Falcon, [MC] Lopaki Kilpter, [MR] Serabi Chamya, [FC] Kiliko Riazen, [FC] Lboaisa Akarelm, [FC] Sirkii Moliaudo
BENCH::
[FC] Kristofer Kilpter, [FC] Nili Ylimaiina, [M] Purapal Eskiiy, [M] Westii Yahaya, [U] Altimo Ueboa, [D] Miiara Makose, [GK] Jaqe Planst

Vilita Substitutions::
(45) - Endur Rotropii >>> Altimo Ueboa




(For Future Statistical Reference)
GK :: Kalek Intafel 4

D. :: Jirijii Januaa 6
D. :: Endur Rotropii 8
D. :: Arocki Tadalek 9

ML :: Aniara Jiurjai 7

MC :: Tripate Falcon 6
MC :: Lopaki Kilpter 9
MR :: Serabi Chamya 4
FC :: Kiliko Riazen 3

FC :: Lboaisa Akarelm 6
FC :: Sirkii Moliaudo 8

Vilitan Subs Bench:
FC :: Kristofer Kilpter DNP
FC :: Nili Ylimaiina DNP
M :: Purapal Eskiiy DNP
M :: Westii Yahaya DNP
U :: Altimo Ueboa 6
D :: Miiara Makose DNP
GK :: Jaqe Planst DNP


Having suitably recovered from their shocking early-campaign defeat, Nycflala Kater's Jungle Cats were now on a run of having scored 8 goals in two matches and with two matches left before the mid-way point the in qualifying campaign, it would appear as if there would be no stopping the Vilitan National Team.

Vilita hosted former regional foes Vettrera on Matchday 6 at the Tivali-Ring Stadium in Alikki-Corra. With Zelkki Milake returning to the lineup for the Jungle Cats, the defending World Cup champs posted their first shutout of the campaign running out 3-0 winners and extending their advantage atop the group. Sirkii Moliaudo opened the scoring 7 minutes in for the Jungle Cats as the Cednia Beach AFC striker continued his goalscoring tyrancy while Lboaisa Akarelm and Purapal Eskiiy each picked up their first goals of the campaign to round out the 3-0 scoreline.

The Vilitans had just one more match before the midway point in the campaign, having to travel for an away day in Melthing against the Melthing National Team for the first time in history.

It would be the 4th consecutive match that Sirkii Moliaudo opened the scoring for the Jungle Cats and 3rd match of the campaign that the experienced Cednia Beach AFC striker scored within the first 10 minutes of the match, setting the tone for the game in front of the away supporters early on and leaving no doubt that the match could have turned into another GIGSAZ episode.

Westii Yahaya, the darling of Turoki Isle who seems destined for a big-time transfer following recent Vilita League performances got a first goal of the campaign before Moliaudo added yet another goal, the 9th goal in the first 7 matches as Moliaudo began threatening the all-time record goalscoring pace in a qualifying campaign for any Vilitan player.

If Moliaudo could equal or best the all-time Vilitan single-campaign goalscoring record, it would be a heck of the way to end a career with many believing that World Cup 69 is going to be the last in the storied strikers international career.

For the rest of the Jungle Cats, atop the group table at the midway point, the slight bump in the road that was the shock defeat to the Gregoryisgodistan Special Administrative Zone - a first Group Stage qualifying defeat in 4 World Cup Quaifying campaigns for the nation of Vilita, was not enough to dampen what appeared to be the Jungle Cats calmly slotting through their group with one eye already sighted on the World Cup finals and defense of their hard-earned World Cup trophy.


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Vettrera
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:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 7' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: 37' Lboaisa Akarelm
:: 49' Purapal Eskiiy
:: Best Player: Arocki Tadalek
:: Worst Player: Lboaisa Akarelm
:: Shots on Target: 6
:: Corner Kicks: 10
:: Opponent Shots: 3
:: Opponent Corners: 2


Vilita Jungle Cats (3-(1-4)-2) ::
[GK] Zelkki Milake, [D.] Miiara Makose, [D.] Amarini Baracelv, [D.] Arocki Tadalek, [ML] Vliela Lianksa, [MC] Kiroki Mitaroka, [MC] Tripate Falcon, [MR] Serabi Chamya, [FC] Nili Ylimaiina, [FC] Sirkii Moliaudo, [FC] Lboaisa Akarelm
BENCH::
[FC] Kaivel Illatara, [FC] Kristofer Kilpter, [M] Purapal Eskiiy, [M] Westii Yahaya, [U] Lopaki Kilpter, [D] Tlikao Muratai, [GK] Jaqe Planst

Vilita Substitutions::
(28) - Arocki Tadalek >>> Purapal Eskiiy
(33) - Vliela Lianksa >>> Kristofer Kilpter
(72) - Lboaisa Akarelm >>> Westii Yahaya


(For Future Statistical Reference)
GK :: Zelkki Milake 7

D. :: Miiara Makose 9
D. :: Amarini Baracelv 7
D. :: Arocki Tadalek 7

ML :: Vliela Lianksa 6

MC :: Kiroki Mitaroka 9
MC :: Tripate Falcon 9
MR :: Serabi Chamya 7
FC :: Nili Ylimaiina 5

FC :: Sirkii Moliaudo 7
FC :: Lboaisa Akarelm 5

Vilitan Subs Bench:
FC :: Kaivel Illatara DNP
FC :: Kristofer Kilpter 6
M :: Purapal Eskiiy 6
M :: Westii Yahaya 5
U :: Lopaki Kilpter DNP
D :: Tlikao Muratai DNP
GK :: Jaqe Planst DNP



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Melthing
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:: Vilitan Goalscorers ::
:: 5' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: 22' Westii Yahaya
:: 26' Sirkii Moliaudo
:: Best Player: Arocki Tadalek
:: Worst Player: Miiara Makose
:: Shots on Target: 6
:: Corner Kicks: 13
:: Opponent Shots: 4
:: Opponent Corners: 3


Vilita Jungle Cats (3-(1-4)-2) ::
[GK] Kalek Intafel, [D.] Jirijii Januaa, [D.] Arocki Tadalek, [D.] Miiara Makose, [ML] Vliela Lianksa, [MC] Purapal Eskiiy, [MC] Westii Yahaya, [MC] Jomur Hulyer, [MR] Tripate Falcon, [FC] Sirkii Moliaudo, [FC] Lboaisa Akarelm
BENCH::
[FC] Nili Ylimaiina, [FC] Kaivel Illatara, [M] Kiroki Mitaroka, [M] Aniara Jiurjai, [U] Serabi Chamya, [D] Amarini Baracelv, [GK] Jaqe Planst

Vilita Substitutions::
(45) - Sirkii Moliaudo >>> Nili Ylimaiina
(45) - Miiara Makose >>> Serabi Chamya
(58) - Arocki Tadalek >>> Aniara Jiurjai


(For Future Statistical Reference)
GK :: Kalek Intafel 6

D. :: Jirijii Januaa 5
D. :: Arocki Tadalek 7
D. :: Miiara Makose 6

ML :: Vliela Lianksa 8

MC :: Purapal Eskiiy 8
MC :: Westii Yahaya 9
MC :: Jomur Hulyer 9
MR :: Tripate Falcon 8

FC :: Sirkii Moliaudo 7
FC :: Lboaisa Akarelm 6

Vilitan Subs Bench:
FC :: Nili Ylimaiina 6
FC :: Kaivel Illatara DNP
M :: Kiroki Mitaroka DNP
M :: Aniara Jiurjai 6
U :: Serabi Chamya 7
D :: Amarini Baracelv DNP
GK :: Jaqe Planst DNP



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Postby Alasdair I Frosticus » Mon Aug 18, 2014 10:51 pm

MINUTES OF THE IMPERIAL CLUB


1) The club convened following the splendid victory over the Licentious Isles. Many chaps expressed regret over having to defeat a nation known for its licentiousness. An invitation was issued to the opposition (10 in favour, one abstention) to go wenching licentiously after the match, but it was discovered that not only had the opposing team gone home immediately after the match, but they had withdrawn from the World Cup Committee. Following a vote (10 in favour, one abstention), the chaps agreed to celebrate the footballing history of the Licentious Isles by behaving licentiously for the rest of the meeting. Wenches were sent for, and the meeting alcohol allowance increased.

General Dogsbody offered the unsolicited opinion that perhaps the Club members had misheard the name of the opposing team. His opinion was duly noted, but no further discussion was called as he is only an associate member of the club.

2) As the Prince Imperial was briefly distracted from discussing his poetry by two lovely young lasses from Bazalonia, Cuthbert Cuthbert Cuthbert, Lord Waldegrave moved that the chaps apologise to Mr. Tzimisces and Mr. Di Bradini over the last meeting's opposition to the 'passing' tactics. Lord Waldegrave noted that without the cheeky little pass - possibly intentional, but a pass all the same - from Octavian Augustus Tiberius Claudius Browne, he would have been unable to score the third, and winning goal. Lord Waldegrave also argued that successful corner kicks and many free kicks themselves involved a form of passing. Club members should therefore withdraw their principled opposition to passing under any and all circumstances.

Discussion was heated. At one point Sir Ambrose "Knicker-Twister" FitzThomas and Sir Hubert His Magnificencenessnessness had to be pulled apart, though this was later revealed to be due to a practical joke involving Lord Dundonald-D'eath and the club's supply of johnnies. Club members eventually voted to allow passing under three circumstances: dead ball situations, goalkeeper clearances, accidental distribution of the ball to beneficial effect, and playing while hungover (5 in favour, 4 opposed, two abstentions).

Sir Nigel Sensibly Smythington-Foxe pointed out that His Royal Highness had not counted correctly; these were actually four circumstances. The Prince Imperial amended the three circumstances to read "dead ball situations, goalkeeper clearances, and accidental distribution of the ball to beneficial effect (ie, playing while hungover)". The amended list passed unanimously.

3) Following a fond farewell to the two Bazalonian lasses, His Royal Highness offered to read a poem celebrating the beauty of women, on condition that his ode was included in the minutes. This was accepted following a vote (1 in favour, none opposed, 10 abstentions).

Women are a Bit of Alright

I say, women are a bit of alright, aren't they?
I love the way their curvy bits are really quite appealing
And how their lips do wrap around my....


The rest of the poem is kept in a locked box in the Club's Private Archive.

4) Following a break in order to take advantage of the opportunities for international harmony provided by an unexpected - but very welcome - visit from the Bostopian Women's Nude Volleyball team, the chaps discussed the nature of the team's opponent in the second round.

Mr Tzimisces was invited to give his own opinion on this issue. He said that the Terns would be a very difficult side to beat, that they were the highest-ranked team in the tournament for a very good reason, and that it would take concentration and focus...

Percival Featherstonhaugh-Fuchs announced that the tea and biscuits had arrived.

Mr Tzimisces again emphasised what a difficult opponent the Terns would prove to be; they were experienced, quality players who would be looking to win, and that while we had the benefit of home field advantage, only through focus and concentration...

Cuthbert Cuthbert Cuthbert, Lord Waldegrave announced that he had once again successfully cleared his navel of belly-button fluff; the chaps unanimously congratulated him.

At this point Mr Tzimisces stormed out of the room looking very angry indeed. He's a fine manager, but several chaps expressed some concerns about his temperament.

5) There being no further business, B.W.Q. Montgomery Xavier, Lord Dundonald-D'eath, moved that instead of adjourning, the meeting should continue through the night so that club members could engage in licentious behaviour in commemoration of the Licentious Isles' World Cup participation. By coincidence, at this very moment the club's chief butler announced that a new supply of Pimms had been prepared, and that a delegation had arrived from the Imperial Courtesan's Union to discuss extension of their contract, as well as whether they should extend the list of services rendered.

The chaps unanimously approved Lord Dundonald-D'eath's motion.

The remainder of my notes for the evening, which seem to have recorded an incident involving a drunken erotic encounter with a herd of wildebeest, have been redacted.
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Postby Zwangzug » Mon Aug 18, 2014 11:13 pm

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Trounced without fear


"Crash out of World Cup, is not the same...a car crashing along the road had a place where it was going to and something came along. Well, as for us, maybe. But lose two games and get eliminated, you do not prepare yourself for winning against higher seeds. Time to honor past players--is still present and they still want to contribute, of course, we recognize Farfadillis in the same situation, more disappointed maybe. Like get lost in rain, hide under tree, smaller child covered more by leaves, tall one in the way. Both have chance to play the backups and it is clear they are still a better team. But other players taken seriously too."

If you've never read Nazeau Roga's books, we don't recommend them. Let's just say that we suspect they'd still be easier to follow then a Reaven Laynee metaphor, now that Zwangzug are eliminated from the World Cup and we're all left to exhale and take it in before some of us go on watching the knockout stages. We're not sure whether they really claim to fight incompetence with incompetence in Farfadillis, but given the very shaky nature of both defenses, more than one backup in play, that wasn't a bad summary of the proceedings.

Roga at least hung around, scoring the first and third goals off assists from Sê Mêrí and Ostadar Arambilet. José Torino Fuego and Ichi Tuzzio would also score for Farfadillis. In the midst of all this, a Taylor Sariger-Heshik shot that evaded Erfaon Lisdiren owed far more to Salomón Cayfú's listless positioning than any semblance of effort on the part of Blake Fures and the other chaps attempting to prop up Zwangzug's midfield.

That's really too bad, because Martina Ruan and Tullio Schi still sparkle every now and then, and if as seems likely this will be the last time they'll play alongside each other, they could have chosen a more representative performance...or at least one that featured more solidity behind them. Then again, maybe not. "I...I don't want to fall back on cliches," said a verklempt Ruan, afterwards, "football, it's a weird game. But what's more straightforward than this--what's left behind after you strip everything else aside, nobody's going through. But we're still here."

"Roga, I remember, yes," Laynee explained. "From Iturributa. All those derbies, we were tied up...the city was so large, you know, and the rest of the country just hanging on. Against the border of a bigger country, that wanted it back--like the ocean that won't listen to you, you can't build anything in between. All of us coming there, we didn't care really. Well, maybe he was writing notes for his book, I shouldn't say that. Me, I was not paying attention to the politics, like hurt your eyes watching the littlest digits change at the checkbook or gas station, want to watch the big ones, guess the right scale. Then Iturributa, Astograth, the governments...and how many more countries now, that I don't see. All these flags going. Was never our job to watch. Can I say this?"

Okay, so she's either got the isolationism thing down pat or had a natural advantage by the time she got here. Doesn't matter. "And your country, about it now--team was lucky, I think, and more. Took skill to get here. Strange to draw Estope again, but we worked hard--all of us, and me, found a good game with no bites. In that doing well. Now losing every game...I still say, better here than Cup of Harmony, agreed?"

"Agreed," Ruan chimed in, with a proud if exhausted smile by then. "I'll say this for the...chaps, they've kept our focus on the field where it should be. As dreadful as it felt from time to time, that's only because we hold ourselves--each other, to this kind of standards."

"Martina does, anyway," Laynee deadpanned, and more than one team member laughed.

Ignacio Montés claimed that someone who can "face Farfadillis - and strike fear into that nation" is worthy of being a chap. The evidence is clear-cut at this point; Zwangzug didn't. Maybe Fures tried, for all his scurrying around in the midfield, maybe that was his goal. As for the rest...? What we have is our own. We have Laynee and her meandering metaphors, Sariger-Heshik and his youthful energy. And for ninety more minutes, we had Ruan's spirit in motion. Chaps they are not, but that much was a gift.
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Postby Turori » Tue Aug 19, 2014 12:32 am

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KarEela Meltdown
Eels Held in TakEelan Shocker


River Exe Ground, Exton, Apox :: After being held by the hosts Apox at the Lime Ground on matchday 2, Ematea Saenu's Turori Eels returned to their home base of Exton to prepare for their crucial matchday 3 clash with the Royal Kingdom of Quebec. Despite being unbeaten in the first two games, the Eels were still facing elimination if the Royal Kingdom of Quebec were able to pull off the upset and defeat the Turori National Team at the River Exe Ground.

In the other match, back at the Lime Ground, Atlantian Oceania newcomers Northern Sunrise Islands were in a similar boat, needing a victory over the hosts to ensure their place in the Round of 16.

While coach Saenu and the Eels coaching staff knew that the Royal Kingdom of Quebec was going to come out flying in an all-out-attack formation, it may have also been more of a seeing is believing situation, and eventually it was seen as the anciently learned Ji Choon Kim sent his side out in a 3-3-4 formation.

It was going to be decision time for Saenu, whether to forge forward with System KarEela and try to slow down the Quebecois attack, or, try to take advantage of the weakened Grim Reapers defense and put a more attacking face for the critical Group A clash.

While the game plan may have been to keep things slow, the Eels players clearly threw out that gameplan from the outset.

It took just 90 seconds for the Eels to earn their first corner kick of the match, and only the length of time between Inlite Makakio setting the ball up, delivering the cross and finding the head of the defender Balariita Muzmaara for the Eels to take the lead. It was the first ever International Goal for Muzmaara in over 40 international appearances for the Eels. More importantly, however, it put Turori in front and gave them the early momentum.

Just 5 minutes later, it appeared as if perhaps Turori had already placed their stamp on the knockout rounds when Aiden Varess stole the ball from the feet of Eugene Jang, foolishly dribbling from the back while the young Turorian starlet approached, Varess made the Hamilton Steelers defender pay, stepping in front of the ball and then touching it into space before sliding past the highly-touted Grim Reapers goalkeeper Ondrej Cech.

However, the Royal Kingdom of Quebec had no interest in giving up the fight after less than 10 minutes, and quickly responded to climb right back into the thick of the battle. It was Pascal Boyle, the striker who plays domestically for the Knights of Tiberia in Legalese, who with a bit of individual brilliance fired a difficult shot across the face of the goal that beat Turoki United goalkeeper Mumau Atla-Siioai who punched the ground in frustration after the ball hit the twine.

With the scoreline back at 2-1, it was a competitive game once again and still over 80 minutes of action left for the two Atlantian Oceania rivals to decide which one was going to take one of the two Knockout Round places available in Group A.

The Grim Reapers levelled the scorline in the 16th minute off a corner-kick of their own. At first, it was Zachary Fortin who headed a cleanly won effort off the underside of the cross bar. The ball bounced out, but did so fortuitously right to the chest of Soo Hyuk Kim who redirected the ball downward then struck it goalwards using the knee cap, barely keeping the redirection low enough to sneak under the cross bar, narrowly avoiding a place in the "Not-Top-10" of the groupstage, and instead, playing the hero as the Quebecois drew level again.

There was a set back for the Eels in the 20th minute as Aiden Varess had to leave the game following a harsh challenge from Eugene Jang. Varess received treatment on the field before being helped off and replaced by the experienced Liinai Zakazaka.

While Eugene Jang avoided punishment for the challenge on Varess, the referee likely had Jang's previous indiscretions in the back of their mind when issuing the Hamilton Steelers defender the matches first yellow card a few minutes before half time after a late challenge on Inlite Makakio.

While not pleased with the scoreline at the half, coach Ematea Saenu left the Eels lineup alone for the kickoff of the second half. The reality was, if the match ended in a draw, the Eels would advance and, given the story at the Lime Ground, the Royal Kingdom of Quebec would be eliminated.

So it was no surprise that the Quebecois would come out attacking, needing the full 3 points to bypass the Eels and steal a place in the knockout round. They would get their goal on the hour mark through Xavier Hertel, the four-pronged Grim Reaper attack causing havoc on the Turorian back line as utility player Klaillal Tuirma was in an advanced position supporting the previous attack exposing the Eels backline with reduced support. Hertel was played in by Soo Hyuk Kim and had no issues when left one-on-one with Atla Siioai who gave up his third goal of the match, an uncharacteristicly difficult session for the Turoki United and Turori National team star.

With the Royal Kingdom of Quebec now in the lead, Saenu's Eels had to respond and did so quickly through Inlite Makakio. Makakio earned a free kick just 20 yards from goal and stepped up to take the set piece himself. Instead of trying to curl the kick around the wall, or set up for a crossing opportunity, Makakio fired the ball low and hard along the ground. In what was likely a preplanned maneuver, Rutaj Ranaso, Etamara Kulkkia and Klaillal Tuirma who had inserted themselves into the wall - jumped in unison as Makakio struck. The ploy worked perfectly as the ball whizzed under their feet and Ondrej Cech was still waiting for the ball to come around the wall as it instead came at him from the ground to which he was unable to react in time, the scores once again level.
Turori Goalscorers::
2' Balariita Muzmaara
7' Aiden Varess
63' Inlite Makakio
87' Matlya Eelador

The Royal Kingdom of Quebec Goalscorers::
8' Pascal Boyle
16' Soo Hyuk Kim
60' Xavier Hertel
69' Carlos Ferrari

Turori

Best Player: Inlite Makakio
Worst Player: Matlya Eelador
Shots on Target: 8
Corner Kicks: 15

The Royal Kingdom of Quebec

Best Player: Soo Hyuk Kim
Worst Player: Eugene Jang
Shots on Target: 5
Corner Kicks: 7
The Quebecois weren't done fighting however, and a bad day for Mumau Atla-Siioai got even worse when substitute Carlos Ferrari put in the 4th goal for the Royal Kingdom of Quebec and put the Grim Reapers back in the drivers seat for a knockout round space.

Ematea Saenu needed a spark and decided to abandon a defensive slot, trading Balariita Muzmaara for the young midfielder Teliima Loinara. However, after 15 minutes, with full time approaching, things were looking gloomy for the Eels, the highest ranked side in Group A appeared to be crashing out with the Northern Sunrise Islands taking care of things at the Lime Ground, the Eels would be relegated to third place in the group table if the scorelines remained.

Luckily, there was still time on the clock and Matlya Eelador - who had had a pretty poor game up until that point, finally got the opportunity to show why he is a regular in the Eels starting lineup, exemplifying the prowess that led to Cednia Beach AFC's Globe Cup championship and fired the Eels back into the Round of 16 with an exquisite top-corner effort as the Quebecois began to sit back and defend their lead. The reduced pressure allowed Eelador just enough space to wind up and level the scores, the 4-4 scoreline likely ridiculous enough to earn the Eels players an earful in the post-match locker room chat - but, never the less, the point earned was more importantly 2-points taken away from the Royal Kingdom of Quebec, which meant the Eels were going to return to the round of 16.

As the rest of the Group Stage matches played out, it became clear that it would be a familiar foe for the Eels in the Round of 16. After ousting the Inevitable Syndicate 2-0 on the final matchday, Valladares were one of three group winners on the Apox half of the draw to produce a perfect 9 points in the group stage, with Turori's Group A the only hotly contested pairings.

Turori and Valladares do have history at the Round of 16 stage, having previously met during the World Cup 66 finals when Valladares eliminated the Eels by a 4-2 scoreline.

For the Eels, while they have enjoyed success during the World Cup qualifying stages in recent seasons, they were still searching for their first Quarter Final appearance of the modern era, having regularly been eliminated from the World Cup at the Round of 16 stage. Ematea Saenu will take his team to The Garganaut in Dwile looking to avenge their elimination at the hands of Valladares during World Cup 66, and, perhaps save the job of their coach, the well liked Ematea Saenu who likely will be forced out if Turori are halted at the first knockout stage hurdle once again.



Turori Eels Lineup v. The Royal Kingdom of Quebec ::
[GK] Mumau Atla-Siioai, [D] Oani Moralziia, [D] Balariita Muzmaara, [D] Geafi Laina-Sola, [UT] Klaillal Tuirma, [ML] Rutaj Ranaso, [MC] Inlite Makakio, [MC] Aiden Varess, [MR] Etamara Kulkkiia, [FC] Inamari Altariiz, [FC] Matlya Eelador
BENCH::
[FC] Liinai Zakazaka, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [M] Kigaoua Oalalka, [M] Teliima Loinara, [UT] Sharif Deniibo, [D] Dmitri Levada, [GK] G.Q Disterfred II

Turori Substitutions::
(20) - Aiden Varess >>> Liinai Zakazaka
(66) - Balariita Muzmaara >>> Teliima Loinara

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Postby Vilita » Tue Aug 19, 2014 12:56 am

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TEXTURED BALLS AVAILABLE
Tropicorp Sports R&D Releases Limited Leather Ball supply


While disappointed that they were unable to get their TCp-X1 football to the Holy Emirate, the engineers at Tropicorp Sports' Research & Development center have come up with their own version of World Cup 69's officially certified Leather Ball.

While a cleaner cut due to its advanced manufacturing and design techniques as available to the engineers at the Tropicorp Sports Research & Development lab, Tropicorp believes their version of the Leather Ball to be a worthy supplement to a traditional gentleman's leather ball for the modern era.

Dubbed the "Manly Balls" project internal to Tropicorp, the R&D department started on their leather ball design after getting word that it would be the traditional tied leather balls that would be the go-to option for the World Cup 69 finals.

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The use of the ball hasn't yet slowed the defending world champion Vilita Jungle Cats who finished atop of their group and now face Pasarga, a side with minimal travelling support, in the Round of 16. The Jungle Cats are certainly familiar with the Wanderers, having had the rare honor of facing Pasarga twice during the finals en route to the World Cup 68 title.

It was Pasarga who got the better of Vilita during the World Cup 68 group stage, but the Jungle Cats who got the win when it counted during the World Cup Semi-Final.

Now, it will be a certain early exit for one of the two World Cup 68 Semi-Finalists as they square off at The Meteora.

Tropicorp R&D officials have already sent a sack of Manly Balls to the Vilitan training camp in case they need some extra balls to play with in their training sessions. The remaining initial stock of 137 balls will likely be stored on site in Tropicorp until another use is found. It is rumored that some optimistic Tropicorp Sports engineers have pitched the idea of using the Manly Balls in the upcoming Tropical Trophy, a seasonal Vilitan Domestic competition contested between the previous seasons League and Cup champions. Tropicorp has been petitioning in the background for a larger role in the Tropical Trophy competition, including offering Tropicorp Park up as a venue for the competition. However, Football Association of Vilita officials have shown no desire to move the match from the Tivali Ring Stadium in Alikki-Corra, and the contract with primary sponsor Vilaye Energy Drink is not expected to be terminated in the near future.

Tropicorp Sports have also issued a letter to the Imperial Club and the Holy Empire Football Association requesting that the TCp-X1 footballs sent for review to the Football Association be instead donated to the Children of Apox, after the Apox National Team were eliminated in the group stage of their home World Cup, it is thought that perhaps some new footballs will help soften the blow and allow the morale to bounce back a little quicker than it might otherwise do.


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Postby Apox » Tue Aug 19, 2014 1:34 am

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"Another day, another knockout"

"Actually, this is the first of the knock-out rounds m'lud"

"What? I thought it was all knock-out rounds up to here."

"Fraid not m'lud"

"Oh, not a problem then old boy. Hand me a glass of Pimms and then let settle down to watch the match."

"Yes m'lud"

"Spiffing, wot"

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Third: Campionato Esportiva XIII
Fourth: Campionato Esportiva VII & XV
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Postby Alasdair I Frosticus » Tue Aug 19, 2014 2:44 am

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Apox Round of 16 cut-off


Apologies for being slightly late - have been dealing with a difficult moderation issue in another part of the site.

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"Hurrah! A penalty victory over the Polar Islandstates!"

"Frosty football emerges victorious over frosty football, chaps!"

"But what about the scores over in Apox?"

"Antowhatia?
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Postby Legalese » Tue Aug 19, 2014 10:09 am

"Welcome back to another installment of the Gentlemen Wearing Robes. I continue to be Marcus, or at least I think I am, for we seem to be in dreamland right now. "

"Very much so, Marcus, and I for one love it. Not only do I have a full head of hair again, but The Tramps are in the quarterfinals, thanks to a 5-2 finish - a solid result over the Suns of Chiata."

"Yes, clearly a dream world, for the Legalese National Team is surely the Legal Eagles, eh Rob?"

"I thought I explained this recently, Marcus. After all, with the way they-”

“We know, and you were overruled. Not that anything either of us says has an effect on the nomenclature of the team, for that is determined by the WCC writers - not that we’re saying that all the outcomes are pre-planned, of course.”

“Of course not, as this is the real deal, Marko. No RLStates and FIFA here.”

“But on to the important things, Rob. After another goal-scoring rout, the Legalites have now scored a whopping fifteen goals in just four matches, a qualifying-stage-level of performance. Nobody has been able to match them in offensive firepower, with the closest two being the Group G runners-up, Pasarga, who wait a battle with the hosts, The Holy Empire - a team known for playing attacking football - and the Group H winners, Felix, who fell in another goalfest to our next opponents, The Free Republics - or so they appear to be. Can the goalfest continue for us, and can we experience the joy of a semifinal?”

“Two very good questions, Marcus. And I’m going to ignore both of them, because when we talk about the Free Republics - our esteemed co-hosts of World Cup 68, the Cup of all Cups - we can really only talk about their coach, manager, technical director, president, CEO, and seeming cult of personality, the one, the only - the rest of the world says with relief - Rule Theriault.”

“That introduction says more about Monsieur Theriault than anything I could say, but go ahead.”

“Well, Marcus, as we love to discuss, managers and national team coaches come in all sorts of varieties. Our own Ben Gammal, for example, is the cool, collected, composed man who seemingly never loses his cool, and even gets the somewhat flamboyant to tone down a little; if it was any other manager, I think there’s little chance Morrissey Beaudine doesn’t cause a keeper controversy that forces his hand at that position.”

“Additionally, there’s the other mercurcial folks, like Morven Monday’s skipper, Hermes Mygdwyn. He wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve, and we love him for it. You never know on matchday if you’ll get Happy Hermes, or Sad Hermes, or Ecstatic Celebrates-Goals-By-Wrestling-His-Keeper Hermes. Hell, during a few hot matches last year, we had Hot Hermes that became Moist Hermes.”

“But with Rule Theriault, there’s only two flavors: Smug Theriault, and Pissed-Off Theriault. I mean, look at last cycle - he had the gall to accuse The Federation of denying him his rightful place as the host of the Final, conveniently forgetting that they’d agreed on the Final taking place in Legalese City, at National Stadium - the Stadium of Stadiums for the Cup of all Cups. Under his charge, the general mentality of the Free Republics side is a rough, physical demeanor, as they always play with a chip on their shoulder - thinking they’ve been denied what they feel is rightfully theirs, despite all evidence to the contrary.”

“That’s a fair point, Rob, and a difficult team to have to face, as you know they’ll do virtually anything to get the result they need. What’s the key to winning for the Legal Eagles?”

“It’s simple, Marko: they need to emulate their manager, the Great Cucumber Ben Gammal, and be cool. If they’re like the other side of the pillow, the Jets after realizing it’s a bad time to go after the Sharks, and the feeling of stepping into a grocery store on a hot summer day combined, they’ll be able to see a way to prevail, and keep on dreaming in the Dreamed Realm.”

“Yes, glory is truly where dreams are realized, and where we find new life when all else around us is utter crap. From the not-too-bad part of Francis City, this is Marko with Rob, the Gentlemen Wearing Robes.”

“Persistence.”

“Take the hill!”

“Size the day and make it yours!”

“And most importantly, keep calm and get fired up!”
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Postby Northern Sunrise Islands » Tue Aug 19, 2014 10:42 am

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Chapter 14, Season 4: Hanging


Ecosse and Sunrise looked at the halls of the Central Hospital. Sindy's qualifying round match got worse than the expected.

Sunrise: Isn't this technically wrong, Ecosse?
Ecosse: You want her to get healed up, goddamn it?
Sunrise: Well, she is a human, after all, Ecosse.
Ecosse: And I suppose that excuses bloody everything!
Sunrise: Sheesh... I'm sure the police will take her to jail when she gets better.
Ecosse: Our police?
Sunrise: Yeah.
Ecosse: I have a better idea for a place where she could stay at. Has five letters and it's five feet under the ground.
Sunrise: But that's wrong! Let's just try to chat, can't we?
Ecosse: Look, that's her room's door. If you want to chat, go into the room, but I'm not going to avoid using these ones if anything happens.

Ecosse raised two pistols, with a rather calm stance. Sunrise reached for the door, opening it while looking at Ecosse.

Sunrise: You'll see it, Ecosse. I'm sure we can ta-

bonk

Ecosse: Oh, you bitch!

Two gunshots can and a girly yell can be heard, Sunrise's closing his eyes from the hit he got on the head. Ecosse knelt near him, holding his hand.

Ecosse: Don't worry, Sunrise...

Another gunshot could be heard, causing Sunrise's eyes to close, though he could still hear something.

Ecosse: ...I'm going to fix you both.

Sunrise opened his eyes once again, finding himself on top of a bed. It seemed like a regular room, just like the one he slept at back at his home. He passed his right hand through his left arm, finding two holes on his shoulder, but for whatever reason, there was no blood on it.

Wight: Welcome to the Other Realm, Sunrise.
Sunrise: ...What the hell? Where's Ecosse? UGH! My arm...
Wight: Oh, I'm sorry. You are currently on a coma and to make sure your soul didn't go crazy, it ended up here. You'll feel just like you would feel things on the other realms, but no harm can be done to yourself here as you're just a mere spirit, an extension of life.
Sunrise: Where's Sindy? I'm going to beat the crap out of her-
Wight: I demand you relax. Your... erm... opponent just woke up over that bed, but she left a while ago to check this realm around.
Sunrise: She's dangerous! She shot a bunch of people on the other realm!
Wight: Erm... You sure about that? She seemed to be a nice lass it seemed. Then again, they say some people change when they visit this world knowing that they'll return soon.
Sunrise: ...She's on a coma too?
Wight: Well, while I am aware that souls end up here from all sorts of situations, such as death, coma and some times, just happen to wander here during sleep.

Wight opened up the window, revealing what seemed to be a black and white Liverpool.

Wight: This place is not particularly confusing, though the football derby is a bit difficult to comprehend at first...
Sunrise: Football Derby?
Wight: The Realm Football Championship's best. Prince Rupert versus Legion.
Sunrise: Prince Rupert? Legion?
Wight: Well... sometimes, Birk steps up. But yeah.
Sunrise: That's a pretty silly name.
Wight: This is the Other Realm, remember?
Sunrise: I think I get it...

Sunrise could only hear the door open up, looking at who entered the room, a Sindy with a bullet wound near her left eye and on her right leg.

Sindy: ...You woke up?
Sunrise: Oh, I'm going to beat the- UGH!
Sindy: Oh, calm down. As much as I despise you, there's nothing we can do here about it. Two dead-ish bodies on real world and two spirits on the Other Realm, we're gonna have to wait to figure out our future.
Sunrise: ...Damn it. Now I know why Ecosse wanted you to dead.
Sindy: Oh, so the shots at the mall didn't give you the hint?
Sunrise: It is a bit silly to do all that for a sandwich.
Sindy: ...Look, I'd rather not talk about it right now.
Wight: So, got the bandages?
Sindy: Yes. That way we'll look less weird with these holes around.
Sunrise: So, when are we leaving?
Wight: On a coma? Hard to tell. Maybe you should learn a bit about this place...
Sunrise: Aye-
Wight: But later, for crying out loud, I need to bandage your damn arm.

IT CONTINUES...
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Postby Antoletia » Tue Aug 19, 2014 4:01 pm

Fire Ants Advance to Quarterfinals


When they make the movie about the Fire Ants of Antoletia advancing to the Quarterfinals of the World Cup finals after an incredible group stage turnaround and a defensive battle in Barbury, Apox, i hope i'm played by someone sexy. Honestly, that is all i can ask for. The Fire Ants have pulled another big upset, defeating Northern Sunrise Islands in the round of sixteen on penalties after a 0-0 stalemate for 120 minutes and winning ultimately by a single penalty in what was a rather impressive bout through the 120 minutes and buy the penalty takers at the end. It may not be remembered for being high scoring, or for being very that good of a game honestly. But in the end the Fire Ants proved rather capable in defense, a rather shocking turnaround. And rather cold blooded at the spot.

For the low scoring, in fact no scoring, affair that the game was it did have its moments of excitement. Early on the Fire Ants threatened twice at the goal, but ultimately their early onslaught slowed to a halt as they decided defense was the best option against a far better skilled and probably more fit team in the Vaporeons. The game grew more intense in the second half as the Ants came closer and closer to letting in goals. The Ants almost lost the game, but a handy off sides call in the 105th minute kept the Vaporeons off the scoreboard and the Ants stalled their opponents attack and played the last 15 minutes for the draw, and the gentleman's luck game that is penalties.

The Ants, having never played penalties before looked to be the more phased side to start the penalties. But that didn't stop Captain Gheorghe von Leeweonheouck from choosing to go second in the Penalties. First up was the Vaporeons substitute Namine Nagatomo who slotted his kick below the outstretched arms of Martin Anghelescu. Antoletian Vice-Captain Hannibal then slotted home his own spot kick giving the Ants a good start as well. The next kicks from the Vaporeons Hasato Kimiki and Abuda, and the Ants Raphael and Clyde Dickens all went in making it 3-3. The Vaporeons then failed as Captain Justin Redwing proved unable to keep the Vaporeons with the advantage skying the ball and proving to not have the nerves for the events.

Then the pressure turned squarely on the Fire Ants own skipper von Leeweonheouck. The blond haired, newly minted Real Atlantea player, put the team on his back and thunderously smacked the ball in the upper 90 as a dazed Mellody Sioux watched her teams chances slowly fade. Then with the world looking on, Vaporeon Hannah Alcouin ran forward and put the ball in the best possible place, low and away, but not far enough away. Pouncing on the ball and tapping it wide of the net the Ants had their hero for the day as Martin Anghelescu pushed the ball just wide and gave the Fire Ants the stunning victory and moved them on to the next round.

Now things get even harder as the Ants look forward to a match up The Firebirds of Osarius. The Firebirds are an even bigger opponent than Valladares was in the first group stage game, the 4th ranked team in the world. The Ants ultimately have about as much chance of winning this game and advancing to the semi-finals as i have of getting that sexy girl that writes the food reviews to go out with me, even if it was somewhat work related. The Ants have basically no chance to win this game, but surely at this point they are a lot of fans favorites. Everyone loves an underdog, so a lot of people a lot of places will be rooting for them, even if that faith is unfounded. But hey, crazier stuff has happened.
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Postby Alasdair I Frosticus » Wed Aug 20, 2014 12:30 pm

MINUTES OF THE IMPERIAL CLUB


1) The chaps engaged in much mutual back-slapping following the unexpected victory over Polar Islandstates, who were generally accepted to be the right sort of chap on the basis that no team could become number one in the multiverse by pandering to the lower orders.

The club voted unanimously to award Terns manager Morten Rasmussen a special celebratory collection of rare Ariddian erotica in recognition of his success leading his lads to three consecutive finals, including a single World Cup final victory that was in no way, shape, or form diminished in the slightest by the passing observation that the Holy Empire's manager had won three times as many finals.

Mr Rasmussen was gracious enough to accept his award in person, perhaps because no one had bothered to tell him what the award consisted of ahead of time. If he was in any way surprised, he was too much of a gentleman to comment. A splendid chap.

2) Isaac, Prince Imperial announced he had composed an ode to the penalty kick. He noted that he had been experimenting with new forms of free verse that he thought the club members might be interested in from a purely literary perspective. He offered to include his new effort in the minutes. This was accepted following a vote (1 in favour, none opposed, 10 abstentions).

To The Penalty Kick

The round leather orb sits there on the penalty spot
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

A dove flies overhead
Its white wings catching the sun
Distracting the goalkeeper

A woman goes into labour
Behind the goal
Soon to give birth under a new dawn

And still the ball sits there
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting

What is the ball waiting for?
Is it the ball that is waiting?
Is it the crowd that is waiting?
Or is it the players?

Goalkeeper and kicker both
Their moment suspended in time
A bit like snot suspends from your nose
When you don't have a hanky handy
And it forms a really big teardrop-shaped
Ball of snot that just sort of hangs there
For several long uncomfortable minutes
That are even more uncomfortable
If you're doing something important
Like deputising for your Uncle
In a meeting with the Patriarch.
And it's not like you can just wipe your nose with your sleeve in that sort of situation, is it?

But soon the ball will wait no more!
It shall be launched towards the goal!
Success or failure, one part of the crowd will cheer!
Just like no ball of snot sits there indefinitely.


The club members voted unanimously to offer His Royal Highness a vote of thanks for sharing his insights into new experimental poetic forms.

3) Percival Featherstonhaugh-Fuchs moved to congratulate Sir Nigel Sensibly Smythington-Foxe for the unexpectedly brilliant penalty save that had sent the Empire through to the quarterfinals. Sir Nigel confessed with a heavy heart that he did not deserve a vote of congratulations as he had been practicing penalty saves with Mr Tzimisces prior to the knock-out stages.

This caused much consternation. The reaction of Sir Ambrose "Knicker-Twister" FitzThomas was typical. Sir Ambrose said it was all well and good for a chap to build up his basic physical prowess via a course of old-fashioned calisthenics under the watchful eye of General Dogsbody, but that specifically practicing for specific situations that might be encountered during a match smacked of professionalism. Sir Hubert His Magnificencenessnessness professed himself so disgusted at Sir Nigel's confession that he announced he was seriously considering moving a vote of censure that would see Sir Nigel submit himself to the traditional midnight bottom-paddling of censure.

His Royal Highness, in a rare moment of lucidity, came to Sir Nigel's defence, noting that knock-out stage penalties were not themselves an ordinary part of a 90-minute game, and that practicing for penalties could itself be seen as a form of calisthenic exercise if properly formulated. In the end, Featherstonhaugh-Fuchs withdrew his motion to congratulate, and Sir Hubert did not carry through with his motion to censure, the paddles of censure remaining in their locked box beside the paddles of pleasure.

Club members unanimously voted for another round of drinks.

4) A discussion was had over the two prototypes of the manly balls developed by Vilitan company Tropicorp Sports that had been sent to the Club. Horatio Hercules Trevelyan-Tyrwhitt declared that he had very much enjoyed playing with a pair of manly balls, and was sure that all other club members were equally enamoured by the opportunity to play with Vilitan balls. Senator Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F'tang-F'tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel declared them to be the finest pair of balls he'd ever played with, and he's certainly played with his share, especially back in his school days. Sir Nigel Sensibly Smythington-Foxe stated that it was important for a goalkeeper to get his hands on a pair of balls to practice with before and after the match.

At this point the maid came in with the tea, and discussion of playing with manly balls was set aside in favour of asking the maid to do something with the team's teabags.

With the team's teabags taken care of, B.W.Q. Montgomery Xavier, Lord Dundonald-D'eath moved a vote of thanks to Tropicorp Sports for their splendid manly balls, which were an example to chaps everywhere; the motion passed unanimously.

Discussion then moved on to the TropiCorp request that the surplus TCp-X1 balls - a ball only really suitable for use by young boys or the working classes, alas - be donated to the Children of Apox. The request was approved by a show of hands without further discussion.

5) Archibald Darcy de Knayth, Dux of Lower Uppington, offered a most invigorating lecture on the importance of monocles as a tool of intimidation. The club members voted unanimously to suggest to Mr Tzimisces and Mr Di Bradini that the chaps all wear monocles in the forthcoming quarterfinal against Pasarga in an attempt to make the best psychological use of this important weapon in a chap's arsenal.

6) The meeting being adjourned, the chaps stripped naked and proceeded to run around the Imperial Basilica shouting "I'm a haddock" at the tops of their voices.
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Postby Free Republics » Wed Aug 20, 2014 12:43 pm

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Time for Payback
by: Rule Theriault

Now that we've defeated Felix once again (is anybody surprised?), we can move on to our next opponent. That would those no-good backstabbing co-hosts of ours. I, of course, speak of Legalese. Last year, they plotted, time and again, to bring us down because they didn't think it was "right" for a host of the World Cup to win it at home. Well, we overcame an unfair draw that put us in an very strong group and we out-smarted them to avoid Valladares in the Round of 16. Then, we defeated the defending Cup of Harmony champions, setting up a showdown with the "unbeatable" Polar Islandstates. We showed the entire multiverse that they can be beaten. Incidentally, other nations have adopted many of the tactics that we used against them, resulting in their Round of 16 exit this year at the hands of this year's co-host (The Holy Empire). After that, the only thing that remained before us was a match against Vilita, which (if tradition had been upheld) would have been held on our home soil and would have been a foregone conclusion, a drawn-out coronation of the new World Cup champions and the beginning of our ever-lasting Reign as the Best in the Multiverse.

Of course, that was not what happened a year ago. Instead, those Legalites refused to relocate the final, packed the stadium full of Vilitans and appointed crooked officials from other Atlantian Oceanian nations, all with the intent of bringing a World Cup title to AO and saving face for their region, after the pathetic performances of AO nations in World Cup 68 Qualifying. AO had been embarrassed when Esportiva, of all regions, ended up with the largest number of qualifiers for World Cup 68. I still can't believe that, honestly. Since AO pride was at stake, our co-hosts sided with their fellow AO nations and conspired to cheat us out of what was rightfully ours.

While they may have succeeded last year, the Republican National Team will have our vengeance this year. That starts in the quarterfinals. I assure the nation of Legalese that their National Team will lose, no matter what they choose to call themselves. After we beat you in the quarterfinals, you will return to what the locals in these parts call "Ordinary Reality" and you will sit back and watch as we finish our unfinished business. My team will excise this ghost from our past and then we will move on to the semi-finals and a showdown with whomever they put in front of us and we will beat them just the same. Then, we will travel to the region of Esportiva, to Apox, where we will claim what is rightfully ours, what your countrymen stole from us last year: The World Cup trophy.

Other than winning a World Cup title, there is nothing that I desire more than personally seeing to it that Legalese is eliminated from the World Cup. Fortunately, our ultimate goal is perfectly aligned with my - with our personal goal to defeat, no humiliate, Legalese. We aren't going to just beat Legalese. No, that would be too easy on them for what they did to us last year. We will beat them as convincingly as we possibly can and leave no doubt in anybody's mind that we are better than they are. I guarantee it.

Rule Theriault is the manager for the Republican National Soccer Team. Over the past few years, Theriault has taken a very young team and turned them into one of the best national teams in the multiverse. They were the runners-up in World Cup 68 in rather controversial fashion and now seek to finish their unfinished business.




While Rule Theriault's main concern was the upcoming match against Legalese, his team spent the days leading up to their Quarterfinal match talking about the latest Republican Wrestling Conglomerate storyline involving Nova Hellstrom. Since we last heard about the RWC, Nova Hellstrom had settled into a role as the company's leading "good girl" even though she was still the Nova Hellstrom that was such a polarizing figure around the multiverse. One either loved her or hated her. There was no in-between.

Around a year prior, a new girl had joined the RWC. This girl, Allis Pinja, had supposedly been a long-time fan of Nova Hellstrom who looked up to the controversial journalist/pro wrestler. Soon, Allis began following Nova around everywhere she went and offering unsolicited "help" against Nova's rivals, which Nova didn't particularly appreciate. After several months of this, Allis saved Nova from a beating at the hands of the Feminist Collective, a villainous group that had been introduced (and heavily featured) as a blatant way to exploit the widespread anger at feminists after the assassination of Consul Piazza earlier in the year. Afterward, the 2 characters were now friends in the storylines.

On the night after the Republican National Team defeated Felix by a 4 goals to 3 margin, Allis had managed to upset Olivia of Feminist Collective to win the RWC World Ladies Championship. Afterward, Nova Hellstrom came out, seemingly to congratulate the new champion. Then, when Allis turned her back, Nova picked up a frying pan and smacked her in the back of the head with it. The crowd was in shock and Nova Hellstrom was now a villain once again.

In the Holy Empire, most of the Republican soccer players erupted with applause when Nova turned on Allis, while the actual crowd was booing Nova Hellstrom out of the building for her actions. Soon, they were discussing whether Nova and Allis would get the main event spot at the upcoming AutumnFest event. That was entirely within the realm of possibility, since the women had been the hottest act in the RWC in recent months, consistently drawing the highest segment ratings on television and the highest viewership for RWC Network broadcasts. RWC Ladies of Wrestling, a 1-hour weekly broadcast that exclusively featured the RWC's female performers, was the most watched program on their network every week and Nova Hellstrom had, unbelievably, become the face of the company.

As this conversation was going on, Massimiliano Abdullahi walked into the room. Rule Theriault's assistant had been sent to see to it that they were focused on the match rather than some outside distraction. He quickly realized that the team was distracted.

Kyle Bolton - Is something wrong, Mr. Abdullahi?

Massimiliano Abdullahi - Nothing's wrong, Kyle. Mr. Theriault sent me here to make sure everybody is focused on the match against Legalese.

Koby Theodore - Legalese? Why do we need to worry about them?

Massimiliano Abdullahi - Look, Rule has guaranteed a convincing victory in the pages of Sporting World. You need to deliver upon his promise.

Marius Christofferson - Nova Hellstrom just turned heel, setting up the match everybody has waited months to see and all you want to talk about is how worried you are about our ability to beat Legalese?

Kyle Bolton - Yeah, that's just ridiculous. Of course, we're going to beat Legalese.

Massimiliano Abdullahi - Not if you take victory for granted.

Faredin Pozenel - Come on Mass. We're just trying to relax here. We don't need to spend every waking moment thinking about soccer, you know.

Massimiliano Abdullahi - I don't expect you to do that, but I want everybody ready to beat them. They robbed us of our World Cup title last year. Don't ever forget that. Our national pride is at stake here. We can't afford to lose.

Kyle Bolton - Whatever!

A distraught Massimiliano Abdullahi went to see Rule Theriault to warn the coach about the team's current attitude. The following day, Theriault came by to speak with the team and tried his best to encourage them to regain their focus and dedication. This was simply too important of a match for them to take the opposition lightly. Theriault even arranged for Nova Hellstrom to record a video for the team, encouraging them to focus on the task at hand instead of speculating about RWC storylines. Theriault hoped that he had gotten through to his team and restored their focus.

One thing that wasn't a concern, however, was the bizarre nature of the Holy Empire. The Republican players loved their custom-built clubhouse and the female servants waiting on their every call. They had even been completely unfazed by the Stadium of Earth's rather unique design. With their next match scheduled for the Meteora, Theriault decided that the team would enter the stadium through the cliff-face pass, to show their fearlessness. The cheerleading squad, however, would enter through the elevators. The one thing that would have been obvious to any observer was that the players from the Republican National Team had come to love the Dreamed Realm and that they didn't want to leave. A win against Legalese would ensure them another match before they had to return home, to a country that had been taken over by a government that most of them despised, even though they wouldn't say so openly. While Theriault, publicly, was as confident as ever, he was privately worried going into a match that he considered a must-win match...
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1st: DBC 28, X Winter Olympics, Independents Cup 4, CoH 66, WBC 46, World Bowl XXXVIII, World Cup 85
2nd: World Cup 68, DBC 27, U15WC 8, UWCFA Gold Cup I, BoI 15, 2nd Imperial Chap Olympiad, NSCF 11
Host: World Cups 68 & 81, CoH 58, BoF 70, Games of XIII Olympiad, X Winter Olympics, World Bowls XXII, XXXI & XXXVIII, WBCs 42 & 47, WCoH 35, IAC 5, RUWC 25
Creator: Sporting World Cup (U-18 WC)
Also: Host of BoF 59, IBC 17, WCoH 23, WBCs 27/34/37, CR XXII; Champion of CR XXIV, World Bowl XXIV, NSCF 9, IBCs 14, 15, 16
Leader: The Grand Immortal Imperator
Demonym: Republican
Trigram: FFR
Official Nation Name: Federation of Free Republics

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Postby Audioslavia » Wed Aug 20, 2014 4:49 pm

The gaffer had done his best to dispell any ideas that history had any bearing on the present, and that the fact that Audioslavia had a played-seven, won-seven record against Turorian opposition meant that Wednesday's game would be in any way a cake-walk. Largely, his players agreed, but that didn't stop us furtively gazing beyond the Turori quarter-final clash and on to the semis and the final.

Ko-oren had been traversed, just about. Our young team had held its own for eighty minutes of stalemate before the boss had taken me off and replaced me with Arturo Hudson-Blake, our country's biggest-name striker, and he'd duly scored the winner while I tried not to fall asleep on the bench.

A day's rest, two days of training, a light work-out on the Tuesday morning and then a so-called 'rest' afternoon, which so far seems to be largely involve sitting in a darkened room watching recorded footage of dark-skinned gentlemen in brown and blue shirts running around a field.

"Klaillal Tuirma. I can get at him" I say to Lee Sharp, the boss, who is sat just behind me. "Doesn't like it up him. Force a side-ways pass by closing him down or, better still, a mistake."

I don't hear a reply from Lee. I carry on regardless.

"Kulkkiia too. Played against him plenty of times. He's dangerous, but you can nullify his threat if you close him down."

Still no answer. I turn round in my chair to see Lee Sharp deep in conversation with Arturo Hudson-Blake. I roll my eyes and turn back to the recorded game.

Turori in a quarter-final. To say Audioslavia had a good record against that opposition was an understatement, and even if the past indeed didn't have an effect on what would happen, he confidence in the team was at a high. As if it wasn't enough that we'd all earned our way to a World Cup quarter-final, we'd all sat and watched champs Vilita and favourites Polar Islandstates crash out of the tournament, leaving ourselves as the highest-ranked nation left. The pressure that came along with that status was seemingly absent, and other than the usual pang of anxiety in bed at night as a considered what would happen if we lost our next game eight-nil - a nightmare that I have before every game anyway - there were no signs that anyone was cowering under all the expectation.

Right now, however, I found myself unable to concentrate on anything but my own paranoia.

Arturo Hudson-Blake was the face of the Audioslavia national football team, easily the most recogniseable to the casual observer. There was no one else in the current team who'd played in as many Champions Cup and World Cup matches as he had, over a thirteen year career that took in the final of World Cup 67 and a ridiculous amount of money earned in wages at Dwile Warriors of Apox and Surtsey Island Gulls in Polar Islandstates, either side of that record-breaking transfer.

Now, at the age of thirty-one, he should have been at more or less the wrong side of his peak, but still a force in the world game. That he was, but Lee Sharp had nevertheless restricted him to just five starts over the course of the qualifiers and the World Cup. His league form was still imperious, but Sharp was a pragmatist, and saw the taller, stronger Uulver as his first choice in the 'target man' role and myself as most suited to the role of 'terrier' behind the striker, creating opportunities, closing down opposition defenders and midfielders and generally being a right nuisance.

"While you keep playing well, and the team keeps winning, I don't expect anything to change" Sharp had said, and despite picking up an injury and temporarily losing my place to Jaurtiketa Buruz in that attacking midfield position, Sharp had stuck to his word.

Now, with Hudson-Blake having scored a vital winner in the second round match, and with various pundits and commentators expressing their delight that the famous striker was well rested and raring to go with the World Cup drawing into its latter stages, the pressure had to be mounting for Sharp to include his main man from the start.

I had assumed that that would mean Uulver making way. AH-B could play behind him, of course, but that was my position. Mine. There was no way that...

"Can I have a word, RJ?" came a voice from behind me. Lee was standing up. Arturo was intently watching the tv screen, as if afraid to make eye contact with me.

Lee and I took a walk around the hotel grounds, and I honestly couldn't tell you a word of what he said. All I understood was the gist.

Balls.
=♉︎=IF YOUR SIGNATURE IS LARGER THAN THIS, WHY? THE SHORTER THE SIG, THE GREATER THE LENGTHS PEOPLE GO TO READ IT◤♕◢

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