Prenote: This is completely non-canon and only recommended to read if you want an insight into my mind. Which will not be good for you health.
Chapter 25 - Sportsday Part 1
“Gilda?” said Rainbow Dash with mild shock as she turned to the person who’d just yelled her name. “Gosh, I haven’t seen you since primary school!” she called back as she faster-than-jogged-but-slower-than-ran over to meet her old friend. The two greeted each other with a hug.
A ‘manly’ hug. the type where you thump the other person’s back hard with the palm of your hand. It was clear Gilda was bigger than Dash, always had been, but this close together the difference was clear. She was nearly twice Dash’s size. Gilda had a rugby player’s shoulders… because seems we’re playing soccer, why not throw in another non-american sport while we’re at it? There’s no such thing as football in Humanquestria.
Of course with that said: Dash was a tiny thing. Sleek, slender and fast. As they pulled away from one another Gilda spoke up first “Still flying the Rainbow Flag, huh?” she joked, indicating to Dash’s hair.
Dash sighed. “I’m not gay Gilda.” she replied with a bemused tone.
“Right of course you’re not.” Gilda said sarcastically, before continuing with “And neither am I…” still sarcastically. But in a sarcastic sarcastic voice.
“So you’re… wuh?” Dash asked. Then realising she was just being baited. She hadn’t changed at all. “Please tell me you’re here to sign up for my team.” Dash said. She was captain of this soccer team, one of the three this school had and there was more than a just a small rivalry between her and the other two team captains: Spirtfire and Soarin’.
Mostly because for the last three years she’d been captain and played sub for of all of them. However this year V.P. Luna had said she had to let some other people have a shot at coaching the teams. Of course that left her open to actually be on the team full time. She had a small wager going with the other two captains.
Whoever’s team won the most matches this season got to choose the outfit the losers wear up in front of the whole school end of the semester when accepting their team’s thanks. A combination of Pinkie’s ideas and Rarity’s ability to actually make those ideas real made her NEED to win this thing. And all though Spitty and Soarin’ where good, no one matched up to her. Except the only person who’d ever beaten her in anything athletic: Gilda.
“Hadn’t planned on it.” Gilda said casually mocking her old friend… “What’s the team for? Soccer by the looks of it.” Gilda asked and answer, looking past Dash in time to catch a comic glimpse of two people going for the ball at the same time and crashing in to each other. She chuckled at them… then realised neither had gotten up yet. It was actually a REALLY bad crash.
Ignoring that, Gilda continuing speaking with Dash as she started slowly onto the field, Dash following along beside her. “So I’ll take that as a yes then. In that case, let me introduce you to the team. That’s Note Worth. But he’s not worthy of any note, he’s cut.” she then pointed to another person. “He’s cut, she’s cut, he’s also cut. He’s Caramel: also cut. And this is Applejack.” she said as they came over to the orange girl helping up Caramel from his crash. “AJ, you remember Gilda right?”
AJ turned to them after she finished glaring Derpy in the eye [singular] for causing the crash. She just didn’t know what went wrong. “Uh, sorta.” the country girl said, taking off her hat with one hand and scratching her head with the other. “Ah vaguely remember you beatin’ me in shotput one year.”
“Yeah I did.” Gilda acknowledged.
“Beat me that year too.” Dash said as she pulled out one of Gilda’s arms and moved it into a flexing position. “You have no idea AJ, Gilda’s like the terminators from that one movie.”
“You mean the movie ‘The Terminator’?”
“No, Twins.” Dash said, completely stopping the conversation as she grabbed her whistle and blew it as hard as she could. It made absolutely no sound. Only the near by dogs could hear it. She then blew it not as hard and it made sound. After a moment of ignoring Gilda’s complaints about ‘Right in the ears’ most of the her try-out-ees had gather. A few were still doing whatever on the field. “First off, all of you still running around, you’re cut!”
“Awww… but I wasn’t even trying out.” Pinkie Pie said, still half deaf from Dash’s first whistle, as she continued to stand on the soccer ball and walk backwards which made her move forwards.
Everyone of note, and Note Worthy too, were assembled in front of her now. “Alright, listen up!” Dash yelled. “The bad news is: there’s only 11 spots on my team. That means more than half of you are gonna be cut. And a fifth [20%] of you already have, you just don’t know it yet. The good news is: chances are Spitfire or Soarin’’ll take you on their teams. Might as well be bad news though, am I right?!”
“Yeah!” came one person: Scootaloo. She was the smallest in this group by far. Most of the junior students where off on the netball or softball or football teams. you know, the lame stuff. [lulz i cooled futbaal laimz!]
“Now! Anyone who wants to leave now. Leave. Now! Because I will run you into the ground. We can not afford to lose a single game this semester! Do I make myself clear?!”
“Yeah!” came Scootaloo once more, along with a few less enthusiastic replies from some others.
“Alright, I gave you your chance. You, you and you. You’re cut.” Dash said pointing to 3 people who might as well be blank suliettes for how important they were to this story. In fact, they picture the background characters in season 1 RWBY. they looked like that. “So that’s it then. We’ve got 17 people left and only 11 spots and 2 sub.” Dash proclaimed. “And to show solidarity even MY spot is not assured. I mean, it’s assured, but you can TRY and be team captain if you want. Does anyone wanna try out against me?.”
Two hands went up.
“Put your hand down Scootaloo. Pinkie, you’re not even trying out.” Dash said. Scootaloo did as told and Pinkie continued to circle the group like a shark… a shark on a ball. The deadliest kind of shark alive! “That’s everything then. Meet back here after the assembly. We’ll probably have some more try-out-ers by then and that’s when things get dicey for everyone. Now back to practice!” she yelled.
This was team of excellence, and everyone here knew that. Dash seemed harsh but they knew she wasn’t just talking out of her arse when she said she aimed to win every game they played this semester. “Not a bad speech.” Gilda said. “So what position do you want me in?” she said wiggling an eyebrow. It had been a while since they’d seen each other, and while she was pretty sure Gilda was joking, Dash couldn’t help but wonder if the writer actually WAS making one of the characters gay.
“And why aren’t you off practicing? Just ‘cause you used to be good at this I don’t know how good you are now.” Dash replied. “You gotta earn your spot on this team G.”
“Fair comp. One thing though. Why aren’t you off practicing? Just ‘cause you used to be good at this I don’t know how good you are now. You gotta earn your spot on this team Dash.” Gilda said with a snicker and jogged off to join the others in the field. Dash was not assumed. AJ was however.
“She got as point there Dash. Ya know, ah kinda wanna see her go off an’ join one’a the other team. You know, actually give you a run fer your money.”
“Heh, sure.” Dash mocked. “You just don’t want the competition.”
“Do you mean on the team or on you?” Pinkie Pie asked, now in a full cheer-leader outfit [top included this time]. And because it seems to be a good way to end chapters, the bell rang before anyone could make anymore snarky comments.
notes
noteworthy team members… and note worthy.
Fluttershy, Scootaloo, Gilda, Sunset, Snowflake, Caramel, AJ, Dash, Derpy, Lyra, Zecora[?] and Note Worthy because running joke.
Chapter 26
“Hell-” Luna stopped mid word as the microphone loudly reverberated from the loudspeaker. It certainly silenced most of the students at the assembly, that, or she was deafened by it. She and the school’s head of the P.E. departement, Iron Will, stood on the stage about to address them about how the sports days would work. Clearing her throat and clearing the speakers, luna began once more. “Hello students. I am Vice Principal Luna.” hold for applause… none. “And this is the head of P.E. Iron Will.”
Iron Will up until that point had been standing still on the stage both hands behind his back, not even affected by the blaring screech the speakers had made before. Now however, he was spinning his left arm and cupping his right hand to his ear, inciting the crowd into a massive roar. Say what you will about how stupid he looked doing so, but he knew how to work a crowd as they cheered at the very mention of his name.
“Alright students!” he shouted louder than the microphone would’ve made him anyway, Luna just sighed and stepped to the side. There was no point trying to out shine this ‘star’. He started to pace/strut along the front of the stage as the cheering started to die down. “Last year our school took home more trophies than any other!” he roared embiggening their cheers. “But… we didn’t win all of them. This year, I aim to change that! Who's with me!?”
“Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh!!!!....” Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo and especially Pinkie Pie along with most of the entire school cheered from somewhere near the back of the crowd. Gilda gave a half-arsed ‘Yea...’ as well but put nowhere near as much effort into it as everyone else seemed to. Dash had always been a loud one but this was excessive. Eh, whatever.
Up on the stage Iron Will, having finished his little opening speech, started talking more about the details of how this actually worked. But still encited a cheer every so often. Gilda took a look around whole the showboat on stage and told everyone the stuff they already knew, except maybe the first-years. Dash was in her group of 17 including herself and Gilda, and there were a good number of other groups already formed around some athletic looking person or another.
The ones that caught her eye were the two others fiddling with soccer balls. She assumed these were the other teams. “Yo, Dash.” she said, elbowing her friend. “That the competition?” she asked, already noticing two of the people who’d been cut were among them.
“Na.” Dash replied. “That’s just the other two soccer teams. They’re no competition.” she said with a smirk. “That chick’s Spitfire. Call her ‘Spitty’, she hates it. And that hunk is Soarin’. Don’t bother, Spitty’s already claimed him. How do you think she got that nickname after all?” she added, getting an amused huff from Gilda which brought a smile to Dash’s face in itself.
Dash hadn’t realised how much she’d missed Gilda. None of her friend would've liked a joke like that. Fluttershy would blush and say ‘Oh my...’ and then things would become uncomfortable. Rarity would call it crude, Pinkie wouldn’t get it and probably end up saying it directly to her face and AJ would just scold her for making it. Though she’d probably chuckle internally. Scootaloo would get it though. But Dash was keeping this kind of stuff as far away from her ‘li’l sis’ as much as possible.
“Hunk huh? Thought you’d be more up for the babe.” Gilda said and Dash just gave a bemused expression that said ‘I’m not gay Gilda...’. That crude humour worked both ways she guessed. “You know Rainbow Dash, you remind me of this one babe.”
“What babe?” Rash deplied.
“That babe with the power.”
“What power?”
“The power of voodoo!”
“Voodoo...?”
“You do!” Gilda shouted. Only to be cut off as Dash put her hand up against Gilda’s mouth.
“Thank you Iron Will for that… ‘entertaining’ recollection of our victories and plan for the coming terms.” Luna said as she pushed him aside, stopping him from saying something about safe sex. He’d gotten off track fast. “Now, the locations of each team has been posted on the bulletin boards. If you want to try out for a team, head to where it is and the captains will meet you there shortly.” she finished and just stood up there on stage in the dead silence of the assembly staring at her. “O...kay…. well then. Have fun.” she awkwardly said as she began to walk off stage
“And remember kids!” Iron Will spoke up once more. “The rhythm method isn’t foolproof. So when in doubt, pull out!” and he strutted off stage past Luna who could only face palm.
She muttered under her breath “I swear to Celestia… you’d’ve been fired years ago if you weren't banging her.” and then followed him off to give him an ear full behind set.
“Sorry about that G.“ Dash said, removing her hand. “It’s kinda a tradition here to be completely silent whenever VPL’s up on stage speaking. Totally messes with her but she can’t get mad at us for being polite.”
“That’s… kinda stupid.” Gilda replied as students began to chatter around them once more. The assembly was over now and honestly, a lot of students were just planning on leaving early instead of joining a team. It wasn’t mandatory, it was just frowned upon not to. And in all honesty, if it wasn’t for her finding out Dash was coaching a team, Gilda would've been heading home early too.
“Tch… whatever.” Rainbow Dash returned deflecting Gilda’s insult and turned taking a step towards the field. She should’ve looked where she was going first because she ran face first into Soarin’. And yes, they’re lips touched. “Uhh…” Dash sighed, putting a hand to her face before she noticed who she’d bumped into. “Hey Soar’.” she said, with just a smidgen of flirt in her tone.
Then came along Spitfire who slung an arm over Soarin’. She looked… well in all truth, she looked kinda stoned to Gilda. Spity’s eyes were lazily half open and she had a oddly calm demeanor about her. “Hey RD, you’re not trying to make a move on this guy again are you?” she said kissing him heavily on the cheek.”
“For the last time! How was i supposed to know you two had hooked up? Will you just drop it?”
“Na, that’s Vinyl’s job.” yep, she was stoned. She pulled Soarin’ away with her arm still over his shoulder. “Later R.D.”