Author: Smart Phillips-Min
In May 2012, at the turn of spring and summer, a professional sports event called the National Basketball League reached two rounds of qualifying before the finals. The four teams participating in the finals were two teams from Angel City, California on the West Coast. team, a young team in Miami on the South Coast, and a team called the Cavaliers in Cleveland, Ohio on Lake Erie.
The two California teams started competing in the same city in 1980 and shared a newly built stadium in 1999. Their historic first encounter in the knockout round the year before last became a hot topic among gossip-loving people in Angel City. The popularity of this topic has continued into this year and reached a new peak.
Among them, the reputation of the team called "Lakeside People" is significantly higher than that of another team called "Clipper". They were first established in Minneapolis, Minnesota in the last century. Surrounded by countless glaciated lakes, the team took the poetic name of Reckers, and moved to the warm and sunny Angel City on the California coast because they hated the cold ice and snow and long nights in the north. Still retained it.
In decades of history, they have won a large number of victories and countless honors, and have the most extensive and fanatical fans and believers. Just two years ago, they were a team that stood at the pinnacle of glory. In a fateful duel, they killed the old league ruler from Massachusetts, the Demonic Celtics, who was hiding deep in the Boston Bay. After a year of depravity, they used plundering methods to discover a cunning dwarf elf who grew up in the hurricane-ravaged swamps of New Orleans, Louisiana. The legion commander code-named CP3 came to assist their second King in Yellow, K24. .
Their grab for resources was met with protests from many people, but the protests had no effect, just as they had plundered the tall Bear King in Memphis in a similar way five years ago. They continued to wreak havoc on the western land. From January to May, they were only four wins away from the final battle in June. The yellow terror has lasted intermittently on the West Coast for sixty years. In the past ten years, this terror has spread to the vast plains east of the Rocky Mountains. The last obstacle standing in front of them now is the "fast sailing ship" Krepos, which has a low reputation and has made little achievements in decades.
I was fortunate enough to become the helmsman responsible for operations and management of Krepos three years ago, on June 25, 2009. I carried a special mission to sneak into the depths of this corrupt and corrupt team, hoping to use some means and methods to change the situation here to achieve a result that satisfies all parties. I originally hoped to keep this secret permanently buried in my heart to prevent it from affecting and harming people's beliefs, but the development of the situation was far beyond my imagination. On June 25, 2012, which was the third anniversary of my taking office, the situation happened. There was a huge collapse. I could no longer face it calmly and had to record everything before going crazy. After an almost crazy month, fear and hesitation have always enveloped me. An indescribable nightmare has penetrated every detail of my life. I walked through thorns and thorns while half asleep and half awake. The flower-woven Valley of Death eventually lost itself in a rotten, fetid haze in Cleveland.
On May 27, 2012, while watching the first round duel between "Lake Man" and "Clipper", I was knocked over by "Magic Baby" Stephen and injured my waist. In the next few days, I had to Staying at home and lying in bed, watching the progress of the war. My personal secretary Ada has always taken care of me and provided me with daily care. I occasionally chat with her about my views on the competition, but I dare not say too much. I am afraid of exposing my unusual position and causing consequences. Unfounded doubts will rub off on me. I have spent the past three years carefully concealing the complexity of my purposes and positions, and this has caused me a lot of trouble. Fortunately, Ada trusted me very much, and her careful care relieved my tired body and spirit, allowing me to cope with the stressful battle.
As the leader of Krepos, I have very complicated feelings towards them. I both hope that they can stop Rex from entering a new realm that has never been reached before, so that the next step of my plan can be carried out, but I also hope that they will stop it early. At this point, I am very worried that their progress will exceed my expectations and control. Once out of control, the sailboat will rush towards the middle of the bottomless ocean. At that time, it will be difficult for me to pull them back to the correct track that belongs to me. superior.
Of course, I was still relatively relaxed and confident at that time, because I believed that even if Kreps killed Reckers in an unprecedented way and stood on the center stage, there would still be a tough king waiting for them in Cleveland to stop them. They ruined my plans. Therefore, I was also very concerned about the raging war in the central and eastern regions. I even directly called the king who had never ascended the throne to remind him that he must win. My heart was so eager that I even felt a little unreasonable and crazy. , because an inexplicable sense of crisis always envelopes me and makes it difficult for me to feel at ease.
On June 2, 2012, I received two pieces of news, one bad and one good, two days in a row. In the fourth round matchup between Krepos and Reckles the day before, Reckles, who had already shown his age, was unable to cope with Krepos's crazy attack in the final stage. The pair of Demon Infant and Blackbeard The young monster combination exuded a frightening and powerful aura, which made me feel particularly suffocated. I had previously ignored their terrifying power and easily provoked them. Now it is difficult to get rid of it. I can only watch the "fast sailing ship" "Under their tug, they drifted farther and farther towards the deep sea.
The good news is that after getting my guidance, the Clevelanders started horrifying killings on the South Coast. On June 2, 17 long-range and precise shooting kills made the beaches of Miami red. I wonder if this attack and killing between them is related to the secret but ultimately ruined promise in 2010 that I dissuaded the king from taking his talents to the south coast. Firstly, I have some personal grudges with Riley, the father of the South Coast Sharks, and I don’t want him to be too proud. Secondly, I think keeping the King in Cleveland will help my plan more, so I gave him privately. Lots of advice and help in building Cleveland's castle.
But later it turned out that all my efforts might have been in vain.
On June 5, my waist injury had almost recovered, and the current situation had gradually become clearer. Both Kreppers and the Cavaliers won the decisive point with a 3:2 advantage, and the public opinion situation in the entire California region has undergone a fundamental reversal. The gongs, drummers and fanatical believers who were used to preaching about the King in Yellow temporarily stopped their voices. They could only silently pray in their hearts that miracles would grow like bamboo shoots after rain in this land. In fact, my inner thoughts are similar to theirs, otherwise all my previous efforts would be in vain.
It is a pity that fate is often not affected by the will of the individual, or even by the will of the majority. So many fanatics of the King in Yellow were unable to reverse the result of Rex's rout at Stamps Palace, which originally belonged to them, on June 7th. This battle, known as the change of dynasty and the change of the divine staff, was witnessed by me, the helmsman of Krepos, with my own eyes. It is difficult for me to describe the complicated and unspeakable emotions in words. I only remember that many people They ran towards me, lifted me up and threw me into the sky. I had to pretend to laugh to suit the mood of these monsters. After all, the thinnest one among them is half a head taller than me, weighs dozens of pounds, and is two fists wide. I can only accept the compromise and watch them lift the silver Western Cup. I thought to myself. Well, it looks like I have to go to Cleveland.
I had rarely been to Cleveland before, and I never thought I would one day go to this industrial town on the shores of Lake Erie on a sunny day in the summer. This place was once known as the ruins of professional sports, a cursed wasteland of honor. The unbearable haze of decay eroded all qualities related to victory, glory, and greatness, leaving only absurd and funny rumors for people to laugh at. . Until a god-like figure came here, and he called himself "King". Although it is generally a recognized title or awarded by a higher-ranking person and few people call themselves self-titled, this area is protected by The cursed land has been hungry for honor for too long, so it easily accepted him and his title.
The "King" is capable. Counting this year, it is already the third time in a row that he has dragged the knight to the central stage and challenged him for the ultimate honor. What a lot of people don’t know is that I had a lot of help and it was an important part of my plan. But due to my identity and current position, I was no longer able to have close contact with him during the days when I went to Cleveland, nor could I provide him with enough help, so I suspected that due to the lack of my attention and guidance, In this case, did something unspeakably bad happen to the king and his knights that caused the situation to collapse like that later?
On June 12, I arrived at the Cleveland airport by plane with all 12 people from Kreppers. That night, I tried to invite everyone to go to a famous local nightclub in Cleveland to learn about the local customs, but I had not been involved in this for a long time. It became unconvincing and unresponsive, and they seemed to see through my little scheme and used my lower back injury as an excuse to be unwilling to go out with me. So I can only stay with them in the rather old Cleveland Hotel to wait for tomorrow's training and the battle at night.
The fluorescent light from the TV illuminated my room at night. I carefully watched the advance predictions of the war by several major TV stations to collect relevant information. Most experts and scholars were emotionally and intellectually biased towards the "King". Cavaliers, they all believe that this cursed land needs a golden trophy to wash away the toxins in the soil and the rot in the air. The truly crowned king will have an indescribable improvement to the entire National Basketball League, and here will enter a new era. era, an era belonging to kings.
I emotionally agree with these arguments, but intellectually I think there is a lack of effective support. This sense of conflict and tearing has lasted throughout my three-year career as a helmsman. Most of the time, I have been able to deal with it well, but the gloomy situation in Cleveland Decadence amplified my anxiety, and I couldn't sleep soundly that night. I always dreamed that the king fell to his knees and Cleveland was in ruins.
Fortunately, dreams are dreams after all. At least on June 13th and June 15th, I felt the sunshine and fragrance in Cleveland. I must be proud of my strategic and technical vision. The Cavaliers are not so much an army built by the managers in Cleveland, but rather a royal team put together by the king's hands under my guidance and suitable for the king's performance. The guards. This lineup and system can maximize the King's ability, and a series of long battles have proven this.
With a strong desire to win, the king and his guards exerted all their energy in the first two duels. The amazing defensive capabilities and the attacking hammer led by the king left the young people of Krepos at a loss. They were obviously under a lot of pressure when they came to this stage for the first time. I rarely oppressed them from the sidelines. In the battle on the 15th, I pretended to be angry and cursed at the law enforcers, which caused the consul to get angry. Adam's chastisement, I actually don't mind that.
The consecutive defeats of Krepos not only allowed me to avoid losses, but also made everything move in the direction of my plan. I felt that everything was bright. When I left Cleveland, I even felt that the haze on my head had lightened a lot. Those putrid clouds that spread away would completely disappear into history and become a part of history for people to commemorate instead of staying on the shores of Lake Erie to corrode the people and spirit here. Those noisy scholars are building momentum for the king who is about to ascend the throne. The king's dead servants, who are comparable in power and number to the fanatic followers of the King in Yellow, have prepared ritual sacrifices, blooming scarlet blood for the upcoming important moment. flower.
It would have been a pity if they, I mean the young men of Krepos, the crew of the Clipper, had not seen that thing.
It was around 5 pm on June 18th, about an hour before the start of the third battle, in the Kreppers' lounge at the Staples Center, "the old deep diver" Derek's hand. Suddenly he put on a huge ring, and everyone recognized it as the reward he got for working for the "People of the Lakeside". It is strange and gorgeous, shining with dreamlike light. It is so dazzling under the light that it immediately attracts everyone's attention. In the center of it is a pattern of columns and spheres. This design contains distant secrets and unimaginable desires. This is the most magical thing in the alliance. How many people have worked hard for this ring for a lifetime but cannot get it, and how many geniuses have spent their whole lives but still can't get the favor of this ring.
Derek has a total of five such rings. Tyron the "Missouri Slayer" and Steve the "Lebanese Gunner" who also worked for the "Man on the Lake" both have such rings. Tonight, they both have such rings. He put it on his hand. I understand that this is a strong incentive, and I don’t think it will have much effect. However, the "Missouri Squid", who has always been underestimated by me, said to everyone before going on stage: "There are two important things in life." One day, one day is the day you were born, one day is the day you know why you were born, and we were born to be champions. I believe in every single one of you."
I didn’t hear this confusing spell with my own ears. I wasn’t in the lounge at the time. Everything was told to me later orally by Stephen, James, Zach and others, as well as those reporters who always do good things. It's love that digs up stories to break other people's hearts after the dust has settled, and I was obviously the one who got hurt. For the next three fights at Stamps were won by Kreppers, each one more easily than the last. Among them, the one on June 18 seemed to me to be the closest to the success of my plan and the moment to reach the other side of victory. I had even seen the beautiful Gesang flowers on the other side. But the huge wave overturned everything in the last three minutes. The "old deep diver" delivered a fatal blow at a critical moment, turning the tide of the war and the entire series of duels.
I once regarded the "old deep diver" Derek as my lifelong enemy. From this, it seems that my judgment was not wrong, but my actions were far from keeping up with my understanding. I was harmed by him, harmed by him! I should have gotten rid of him earlier, but it's too late now.
On June 25, the third anniversary of my taking office as the helmsman of the "Clipper", in the eyes of this group of monsters who have been with me day and night, this is the best time to humiliate me and make all my plans fail. In less than a week, everything has changed drastically. The king and his guards were not even able to take away even a victory in the City of Angels. They are repeating what the Texas Cowboys did on the south coast 6 years ago. Having experienced horrific events and the fear of what was called the "Traveling Circus" in 1977 in faraway Portland, Dr. Philadelphia felt the despair of hope that was so close but quickly dashed.
This despair turned into a haze and once again shrouded the sky over Cleveland. When I got off the plane, I could smell the disgusting smell in the air and the feeling of rust and aging everywhere. The mottled streets and The building with peeling siding exudes decay. A huge canvas of the King hangs on the tall walls of the stadium. He opens his arms to the sky as if he is about to fly upward, leading his guards and Cleveland away from this abandoned and cursed place. But in my opinion, his open hands were more like giving up and surrendering. Even though he used various spells to try to save himself and the team, I still smelled his retreat.
"My elbow injury came back a little bit and I felt really bad during the game..."
I'm a little disappointed. Who is fighting with pain? My waist is still hurting.
The night before the war on the 25th, I had another dream. I dreamed that I was in a glorious, huge and empty sports palace, which should be the Afang Palace that I built. This place can accommodate more than 25,000 fanatical believers. I was the only one on the central altar looking around. The lights surrounding me made me unable to open my eyes. I suddenly looked up and saw many gorgeous red and blue flags hanging above the ceiling of the palace. The silk cloth had a strange and shiny luster flowing on it, like the soul imprisoned in it was screaming. I suddenly saw the word "2012" embroidered on the flag hanging at the front!
I woke up screaming, my heart pounding. This morning, the mirror in the bathroom told me that I already had the so-called "championship look" on my face.
At night, I entered the magnificent sports palace in Cleveland with my group of little monsters in a crazy mood. Amidst the screams and roars of King Deadpool, I watched my group of monsters calm down. And with the weird looks on their faces, I knew they were no longer afraid of this place, no longer afraid of Cleveland and the king here. They want to destroy everything, destroy most people's expectations, let the curse continue to curse, let the abandonment continue to be abandoned, and make all my plans go bankrupt! Then, so that I can live forever with them in a huge palace of 25,000 people, looking at the red and blue flag that imprisons the soul, surrounded by miracles and glory, and live forever on the largest altar of celebrities!
(End of chapter)
