A Blood-Bath Rivalry Game

“Whoa! Brooks Orpik decks Loui Eriksson and he is slow to get back to his skates. No, he goes right back down on all fours and now a collision between Marchand and Chara and Chara comes over and cracks down on Kunitz, who takes a swipe at him….”

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“Loui! Loui!” the famous Bruins 2nd Line winger yowled. “Bergy, Loui, pass me the puck!”

Brad Marchand flew down the wing, trying to get open, like a good winger should. He glanced across the ice, to spot Loui attempting to go for a puck and instead getting slammed by Brooks Orpik. He watched as Orpik contacted Loui up high, around his shoulder. He also saw the Pittsburgh Penguin leave his feet.

“Not again!” he sighed, skidding to a halt, as the Penguins grabbed the puck and re-entered the Boston zone. “Not the head! Fuck!”

In the corner of his eye, he spotted his fellow linemate struggle to get to his feet, only to cringe and fall back onto all fours. He chased after Engelland, who possessed the puck just past the blue line. He taunted Brad, before sending the puck away, past him.

Brad was angry. He hated the Penguins. He always had. He was glad that Matt Cooke was gone, but the Pittsburgh team had always had it out for Bruins’ players. He sort of wished Cooke was still there so he could go all apeshit on the bastard’s ass.

The young Bruin pest skated as quick as he could after the puck, as it glided down the ice toward a Penguin player.

Suddenly, in front of him, Zdeno Chara collided with Pascal Dupuis. Both got back to their skates, quickly.

Unfortunately, Zdeno leapt into Brad’s path, as he skated back down the wing, toward where the puck was. He continued striding forward, unaware, as he shot a look to the side, seeing Loui struggling to get to his skates. He slammed into Zdeno, who had just recovered from Dupuis’ hit, and crashed to the ice on his side.

“Marchy!” Zdeno growled, scrambling to his skates.

“Where’s the bloody puck!?” Dupuis looked around wildly for the puck.

Zdeno attempted to get after him, trying to get to the puck, but Chris Kunitz skated up and attacked him instead.

Meanwhile, Brad slid on the ice a little bit, before scrambling to his feet. Behind him the Penguin captain stood, doing absolutely nothing. Brad headed for the ensuing scrum, as he could sense tempers flaring.

“What the hell is your problem?” Zdeno barked.

“Leave my teammates alone! It was a clean hit!” Kunitz snapped back.

“He left his feet and you’re the one coming in here, trying to fight me!?” Zdeno retorted, shoving his stick against Kunitz’s again, “Unless I’m wrong!?”

“Screw you and your fucking team!” Kunitz shot back, shoving his stick forward against Zdeno’s.

Zdeno and Kunitz squared off, cross-checking one another with their sticks.

“You don’t want to do that!” A voice warned, skating up. Brad angrily tried to join in and help out his captain, but he glimpsed the sight of his linemate shaking his head. Patrice Bergeron gave him a look, which then turned to shock. “Marchy, behind you!” Patrice cried.

Brad Marchand whirled around in an instant, upon hearing Patrice’s cry and someone shout at him from behind.

“Don’t even think about it!” the voice snarled, as the hand of Sidney Crosby grabbed him around the waist in a hug and spun him around like a ballroom dancer.

The two twirled around, before halting, holding each other closely like good buddies. Brad stared at the scrum ahead of him, his mind racing. Sidney was doing the same.

Patrice Bergeron grabbed Dupuis, before he could join in and help out Kunitz. Dougie Hamilton went for Dupuis, who freed himself from Patrice and they both stood next to each other. And soon each Bruin was paired with a Penguin and the refs tore both Kunitz and Zdeno apart.

Brad and Sidney both stared at the scene ahead of them, holding onto each other.

When the players began to finally break apart, still chirping at one another, Brad immediately snapped his head around. Sidney followed suit. They both locked eyes.

“Get the hell off of me!” Brad wailed, dropping his arms at once.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?!” Sidney screamed, shoving Brad off of him.

Brad held his ground and stepped threateningly toward the Penguin captain.

“Why don’t you go check up on your little buddy, Loui, instead of trying to get under my skin!” Sidney snapped, skating off.

“Go back to your fucking bench, Sids!”

“Fuck you, Marchy!”

Zdeno came up and grabbed his teammate, before Brad could go after the Penguin captain and tear him a new one.

“Not the time, Marchy!” Zdeno growled.

Brad frowned, glaring after the Penguin, who flipped him off. Brad turned to Zdeno.

"Come on Z….please!”

“No, go to the bench!” Zdeno ordered.

Brad deflated and skated to the bench. The other Bruins swarmed to the bench as well, to check on their teammate. Loui was bent over by the bench, breathing heavily. Shawn Thornton came over to see if he was okay. Gregory Campbell opened the door helpfully.
Shawn Thornton had helped Loui into the bench, speaking concernly to the forward. “Don’t worry, Loui, I’ve got your back. I’ll get him.”

Thornton guided the shooken up Loui into the bench. The forward immediately sat down and hung his head. Eventually, Loui shook his head and headed down the tunnel.

Zdeno Chara, meanwhile, headed to the penalty box for his penalty to Kunitz.

Brad sent a quick glance to the opponent’s bench, where Sidney stared him down, pointing two fingers to his eyes and then to Brad’s direction. The Bruin was sure that Sidney mouthed the words, “I’m coming to get you!”

Brad mouthed back, “In your dreams!”

With that, Sidney appeared to roll his eyes and turned away to his coach, who alerted his team as to what they were supposed to do and not do. (I.E: Calm the fuck down! and Not be bloody idiots!)

Brad shook his head, pulled on his jersey, as though it was out of place and he was fixing it. Patrice tapped Brad’s shoulder and made him turn his focus to the coach, who began to talk about the Bruins’ game plan.

“Stop looking at Sidney. If you two want to go out to dinner together after the game, fine. But you need to focus, Marchy. Besides, Tyler wouldn’t like seeing this.”

“I’m not in love with Sidney, Bergy!”

“Then stop glaring at him!”

“Fine.”

The coach wrapped up the speech and the players went back to their spots on the ice. Patrice Bergeron lined up across from Sidney Crosby and the two stared at one another.

“Leave Marchy alone, Sids. Focus on your game!”

“I am focusing on my game! Tell your winger to stop crushing on me!”

The puck dropped. Patrice won the draw and sent the puck to Brad.

"Hey Bradley, maybe after this game I'll take you out to a fancy restaurant...and maybe I'll even let you say hi to your ex as well!" Sidney taunted coming after Brad.

"I'm over him Sid, he's nothing but an enemy now!" Brad snapped and shot the puck cleanly to Reilly Smith, who caught it and raced down the ice.

Notes

This is WAY over-dramatized and I had to make Sidney a bitch+. I really don't like that crybaby, no matter what die-hard fans say about him. He instigate things and he's a little angel!