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"Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats please. Quiet now please ladies and gentlemen, players about to start."
FM stepped up to the base line, X-Ball in hand, and bounced it a couple of times to get the feel of it. He glanced at Game at the other end of the court, then launched the X-Ball into the air and struck it with all of his might with his X-Racquet.
Game saw the X-Ball fly towards him at 142 mph and didn't have time to get out of the way. He quickly brought up his Cube-Racquet in front of his body to shield himself, but the X-Ball just flew through it and whacked Game in the sternum, flipping him over backwards. He landed on the grass heavily, and unconscious.
The crowd were stunned for a split second, then as one rose from their seats and applauded, starting to chant "FM! FM! FM!"
"15-0. Quiet please, ladies and gentlemen, quiet please! Take your seats please ladies and gentlemen, the match is resuming..."
As Game was stretchered off, Sniper replaced him. He walked over to the base-line and checked the strings on his N64-Racquet. They were tightened to 900lbs tension, there was no way the X-Ball could get though that.
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing through the air at 135mph, and Sniper stepped forward and applied topspin, firing the X-Ball back in a low trajectory cross court. FM was caught off-guard, not many opponents had returned his serve in the past. He dashed over to where the ball had just bounced and fired it back, Sniper caught the returning X-Ball and lobbed it high into the air.
Heh, bad mistake. As it came down on the other side of the net, FM smashed it back again, fast and short. The X-Ball hit the dry grass at 346mph, driving straight down into the ground and causing a seismic shockwave to catapult Sniper up into the air and into the Royal Box.
"Off wiv 'is 'ead!" screamed Princess Margaret, who's lap Sniper had landed in, and Sniper was duly decapitated by the Royal Bodyguards.
The crowd roared, such entertainment had not been seen in a first round match since back in the days of Nintendo Borg vs John McMeganroe.
"30-0."
Next up was Grix Henman. FM watched nervously as Grix unzipped his racquet case and brought out his DC-sponsored Sega-Racquet. This would be a test indeed. Future vs Retro, and both players equally versed in the skills.
FM served again, Grix smashed a full top-spin cross court response, FM dived to his right to return, only just managing to stretch out reach the X-Ball, sending it flying back over the net. Grix easily countered, sending the ball back low and fast to the other side of the court where FM couldn't reach it.
"30-15"
The crowd roared again. FM was worried. Again he served, a mighty smash, putting all the strength he had into it, but again Grix's Sega-Racquet was up to it, regardless of the fact that it was looking a bit dated, firing the X-Ball back again. FM tried a volley, but it hit the net. Bonus the ball boy scampered forward and retrieved it.
"30-all."
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing down towards the corner of the service lines, making chalk fly up into Grix's eyes so that he had no chance of returning.
"OUT!" cried Meka the linesman.
"WHAT!!!" cried FM, "The ball was IN!! There was CHALK!!! Are you BLIND!!!!"
"Second Service."
"WHAT!!! You're kidding me, right? Tell me your kidding!" FM was getting unsettled by this, he'd never been up against incompetence like this before. "The BALL was IN! THAT was an ACE!"
"Second Service."
FM knew it was pointless to argue with Umpire Tony, so he prepared instead to launch another Ace. At 30-all he could afford it. He took a quick look at his opponent, who was smirking at the far end of the court, and launched another tremendous serve straight at Grix. 186mph this time. Grix stood no chance. His brain on the one hand told him to topspin-lob it back over the net, his Sega-Racquet on the other hand told him to low slice it back, and his VMU was beeping at the same time, which put him off. This train of thought lasted 0.4 seconds, and the X-Ball hit him at 186mph in 0.3 seconds. He was out of the match.
"Heh, hole in one," muttered FM under his breath, as he watched er-no, his next opponent, take to the court.
"30-40."
er-no reached into his case and brought out his GBA-strung racquet. As he stepped up to the base-line, there was murmuring and disenchantment rolling through the crowd like a mexican wave on acid.
"er-no, that racquet is invalid, you can't use that type of equipment here, it's not a valid 'console' racquet."
"WHAT????!!!!!112222" screamed er-no in true netspeak, "You've gotta be KIDDING me!!!12345. Call the referee! I want a second opinion!"
Umpire Tony spoke into his walkie talkie, and Referee Ali scampered over. After a hurried discussion and a few chortles and giggles, Umpire Tony repeated the ruling.
er-no wasn't happy with it though. He threw down his GBA-racquet in disgust and it shattered on the turf, quality Nintendo parts flying out in all directions, and leaving the racquet in a crumpled pile of small components. (Later, many considered this version a great improvement on the original model). er-no stormed off the court.
Ball boy Dan2K1 scampered over and with a dustpan and brush and quickly swept up the small parts, thinking as he did so that he could write an essay about this later.
Ant stepped up onto the court next, taking as he did so his PS2-racquet out of its casing and giving it a quick swish through the air to try it out. The crowd saw this and started laughing, they couldn't help it. Ant turned bright red, quickly zipped up his equipment, and scampered off the court as fast as his 6 legs would carry him.
There were no more opponents. The match was over, and FM and his X-racquet lived happily ever after.
Source: My Life as a Ball Boy - Dan2K1.
(Volume 38, Chapter 126, Page 12,388).
FM stepped up to the base line, X-Ball in hand, and bounced it a couple of times to get the feel of it. He glanced at Game at the other end of the court, then launched the X-Ball into the air and struck it with all of his might with his X-Racquet.
Game saw the X-Ball fly towards him at 142 mph and didn't have time to get out of the way. He quickly brought up his Cube-Racquet in front of his body to shield himself, but the X-Ball just flew through it and whacked Game in the sternum, flipping him over backwards. He landed on the grass heavily, and unconscious.
The crowd were stunned for a split second, then as one rose from their seats and applauded, starting to chant "FM! FM! FM!"
"15-0. Quiet please, ladies and gentlemen, quiet please! Take your seats please ladies and gentlemen, the match is resuming..."
As Game was stretchered off, Sniper replaced him. He walked over to the base-line and checked the strings on his N64-Racquet. They were tightened to 900lbs tension, there was no way the X-Ball could get though that.
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing through the air at 135mph, and Sniper stepped forward and applied topspin, firing the X-Ball back in a low trajectory cross court. FM was caught off-guard, not many opponents had returned his serve in the past. He dashed over to where the ball had just bounced and fired it back, Sniper caught the returning X-Ball and lobbed it high into the air.
Heh, bad mistake. As it came down on the other side of the net, FM smashed it back again, fast and short. The X-Ball hit the dry grass at 346mph, driving straight down into the ground and causing a seismic shockwave to catapult Sniper up into the air and into the Royal Box.
"Off wiv 'is 'ead!" screamed Princess Margaret, who's lap Sniper had landed in, and Sniper was duly decapitated by the Royal Bodyguards.
The crowd roared, such entertainment had not been seen in a first round match since back in the days of Nintendo Borg vs John McMeganroe.
"30-0."
Next up was Grix Henman. FM watched nervously as Grix unzipped his racquet case and brought out his DC-sponsored Sega-Racquet. This would be a test indeed. Future vs Retro, and both players equally versed in the skills.
FM served again, Grix smashed a full top-spin cross court response, FM dived to his right to return, only just managing to stretch out reach the X-Ball, sending it flying back over the net. Grix easily countered, sending the ball back low and fast to the other side of the court where FM couldn't reach it.
"30-15"
The crowd roared again. FM was worried. Again he served, a mighty smash, putting all the strength he had into it, but again Grix's Sega-Racquet was up to it, regardless of the fact that it was looking a bit dated, firing the X-Ball back again. FM tried a volley, but it hit the net. Bonus the ball boy scampered forward and retrieved it.
"30-all."
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing down towards the corner of the service lines, making chalk fly up into Grix's eyes so that he had no chance of returning.
"OUT!" cried Meka the linesman.
"WHAT!!!" cried FM, "The ball was IN!! There was CHALK!!! Are you BLIND!!!!"
"Second Service."
"WHAT!!! You're kidding me, right? Tell me your kidding!" FM was getting unsettled by this, he'd never been up against incompetence like this before. "The BALL was IN! THAT was an ACE!"
"Second Service."
FM knew it was pointless to argue with Umpire Tony, so he prepared instead to launch another Ace. At 30-all he could afford it. He took a quick look at his opponent, who was smirking at the far end of the court, and launched another tremendous serve straight at Grix. 186mph this time. Grix stood no chance. His brain on the one hand told him to topspin-lob it back over the net, his Sega-Racquet on the other hand told him to low slice it back, and his VMU was beeping at the same time, which put him off. This train of thought lasted 0.4 seconds, and the X-Ball hit him at 186mph in 0.3 seconds. He was out of the match.
"Heh, hole in one," muttered FM under his breath, as he watched er-no, his next opponent, take to the court.
"30-40."
er-no reached into his case and brought out his GBA-strung racquet. As he stepped up to the base-line, there was murmuring and disenchantment rolling through the crowd like a mexican wave on acid.
"er-no, that racquet is invalid, you can't use that type of equipment here, it's not a valid 'console' racquet."
"WHAT????!!!!!112222" screamed er-no in true netspeak, "You've gotta be KIDDING me!!!12345. Call the referee! I want a second opinion!"
Umpire Tony spoke into his walkie talkie, and Referee Ali scampered over. After a hurried discussion and a few chortles and giggles, Umpire Tony repeated the ruling.
er-no wasn't happy with it though. He threw down his GBA-racquet in disgust and it shattered on the turf, quality Nintendo parts flying out in all directions, and leaving the racquet in a crumpled pile of small components. (Later, many considered this version a great improvement on the original model). er-no stormed off the court.
Ball boy Dan2K1 scampered over and with a dustpan and brush and quickly swept up the small parts, thinking as he did so that he could write an essay about this later.
Ant stepped up onto the court next, taking as he did so his PS2-racquet out of its casing and giving it a quick swish through the air to try it out. The crowd saw this and started laughing, they couldn't help it. Ant turned bright red, quickly zipped up his equipment, and scampered off the court as fast as his 6 legs would carry him.
There were no more opponents. The match was over, and FM and his X-racquet lived happily ever after.
Source: My Life as a Ball Boy - Dan2K1.
(Volume 38, Chapter 126, Page 12,388).
Sam I take it? I reckon Sam's should win.
Definately a contendor i'd say. Someone else has posted something worthy as well.
Consider yourelf lucky that my got stuck in its case...
If I'D gone out there...
:-D
If I'D gone out there...
:-D
That was spot on FM!!! Well done.
Velly good mr FM,
Almost good enough to win GAD.....
Almost good enough to win GAD.....
My name is 'er-no' not 'Er-no' or 'Er-No'!
Get it!!!
Okay then...
Get it!!!
Okay then...
That still doesn't change the fact that the Xbox is and will be rubbish!
hehehe!
hehehe!
"Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats please. Quiet now please ladies and gentlemen, players about to start."
FM stepped up to the base line, X-Ball in hand, and bounced it a couple of times to get the feel of it. He glanced at Game at the other end of the court, then launched the X-Ball into the air and struck it with all of his might with his X-Racquet.
Game saw the X-Ball fly towards him at 142 mph and didn't have time to get out of the way. He quickly brought up his Cube-Racquet in front of his body to shield himself, but the X-Ball just flew through it and whacked Game in the sternum, flipping him over backwards. He landed on the grass heavily, and unconscious.
The crowd were stunned for a split second, then as one rose from their seats and applauded, starting to chant "FM! FM! FM!"
"15-0. Quiet please, ladies and gentlemen, quiet please! Take your seats please ladies and gentlemen, the match is resuming..."
As Game was stretchered off, Sniper replaced him. He walked over to the base-line and checked the strings on his N64-Racquet. They were tightened to 900lbs tension, there was no way the X-Ball could get though that.
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing through the air at 135mph, and Sniper stepped forward and applied topspin, firing the X-Ball back in a low trajectory cross court. FM was caught off-guard, not many opponents had returned his serve in the past. He dashed over to where the ball had just bounced and fired it back, Sniper caught the returning X-Ball and lobbed it high into the air.
Heh, bad mistake. As it came down on the other side of the net, FM smashed it back again, fast and short. The X-Ball hit the dry grass at 346mph, driving straight down into the ground and causing a seismic shockwave to catapult Sniper up into the air and into the Royal Box.
"Off wiv 'is 'ead!" screamed Princess Margaret, who's lap Sniper had landed in, and Sniper was duly decapitated by the Royal Bodyguards.
The crowd roared, such entertainment had not been seen in a first round match since back in the days of Nintendo Borg vs John McMeganroe.
"30-0."
Next up was Grix Henman. FM watched nervously as Grix unzipped his racquet case and brought out his DC-sponsored Sega-Racquet. This would be a test indeed. Future vs Retro, and both players equally versed in the skills.
FM served again, Grix smashed a full top-spin cross court response, FM dived to his right to return, only just managing to stretch out reach the X-Ball, sending it flying back over the net. Grix easily countered, sending the ball back low and fast to the other side of the court where FM couldn't reach it.
"30-15"
The crowd roared again. FM was worried. Again he served, a mighty smash, putting all the strength he had into it, but again Grix's Sega-Racquet was up to it, regardless of the fact that it was looking a bit dated, firing the X-Ball back again. FM tried a volley, but it hit the net. Bonus the ball boy scampered forward and retrieved it.
"30-all."
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing down towards the corner of the service lines, making chalk fly up into Grix's eyes so that he had no chance of returning.
"OUT!" cried Meka the linesman.
"WHAT!!!" cried FM, "The ball was IN!! There was CHALK!!! Are you BLIND!!!!"
"Second Service."
"WHAT!!! You're kidding me, right? Tell me your kidding!" FM was getting unsettled by this, he'd never been up against incompetence like this before. "The BALL was IN! THAT was an ACE!"
"Second Service."
FM knew it was pointless to argue with Umpire Tony, so he prepared instead to launch another Ace. At 30-all he could afford it. He took a quick look at his opponent, who was smirking at the far end of the court, and launched another tremendous serve straight at Grix. 186mph this time. Grix stood no chance. His brain on the one hand told him to topspin-lob it back over the net, his Sega-Racquet on the other hand told him to low slice it back, and his VMU was beeping at the same time, which put him off. This train of thought lasted 0.4 seconds, and the X-Ball hit him at 186mph in 0.3 seconds. He was out of the match.
"Heh, hole in one," muttered FM under his breath, as he watched er-no, his next opponent, take to the court.
"30-40."
er-no reached into his case and brought out his GBA-strung racquet. As he stepped up to the base-line, there was murmuring and disenchantment rolling through the crowd like a mexican wave on acid.
"er-no, that racquet is invalid, you can't use that type of equipment here, it's not a valid 'console' racquet."
"WHAT????!!!!!112222" screamed er-no in true netspeak, "You've gotta be KIDDING me!!!12345. Call the referee! I want a second opinion!"
Umpire Tony spoke into his walkie talkie, and Referee Ali scampered over. After a hurried discussion and a few chortles and giggles, Umpire Tony repeated the ruling.
er-no wasn't happy with it though. He threw down his GBA-racquet in disgust and it shattered on the turf, quality Nintendo parts flying out in all directions, and leaving the racquet in a crumpled pile of small components. (Later, many considered this version a great improvement on the original model). er-no stormed off the court.
Ball boy Dan2K1 scampered over and with a dustpan and brush and quickly swept up the small parts, thinking as he did so that he could write an essay about this later.
Ant stepped up onto the court next, taking as he did so his PS2-racquet out of its casing and giving it a quick swish through the air to try it out. The crowd saw this and started laughing, they couldn't help it. Ant turned bright red, quickly zipped up his equipment, and scampered off the court as fast as his 6 legs would carry him.
There were no more opponents. The match was over, and FM and his X-racquet lived happily ever after.
Source: My Life as a Ball Boy - Dan2K1.
(Volume 38, Chapter 126, Page 12,388).
FM stepped up to the base line, X-Ball in hand, and bounced it a couple of times to get the feel of it. He glanced at Game at the other end of the court, then launched the X-Ball into the air and struck it with all of his might with his X-Racquet.
Game saw the X-Ball fly towards him at 142 mph and didn't have time to get out of the way. He quickly brought up his Cube-Racquet in front of his body to shield himself, but the X-Ball just flew through it and whacked Game in the sternum, flipping him over backwards. He landed on the grass heavily, and unconscious.
The crowd were stunned for a split second, then as one rose from their seats and applauded, starting to chant "FM! FM! FM!"
"15-0. Quiet please, ladies and gentlemen, quiet please! Take your seats please ladies and gentlemen, the match is resuming..."
As Game was stretchered off, Sniper replaced him. He walked over to the base-line and checked the strings on his N64-Racquet. They were tightened to 900lbs tension, there was no way the X-Ball could get though that.
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing through the air at 135mph, and Sniper stepped forward and applied topspin, firing the X-Ball back in a low trajectory cross court. FM was caught off-guard, not many opponents had returned his serve in the past. He dashed over to where the ball had just bounced and fired it back, Sniper caught the returning X-Ball and lobbed it high into the air.
Heh, bad mistake. As it came down on the other side of the net, FM smashed it back again, fast and short. The X-Ball hit the dry grass at 346mph, driving straight down into the ground and causing a seismic shockwave to catapult Sniper up into the air and into the Royal Box.
"Off wiv 'is 'ead!" screamed Princess Margaret, who's lap Sniper had landed in, and Sniper was duly decapitated by the Royal Bodyguards.
The crowd roared, such entertainment had not been seen in a first round match since back in the days of Nintendo Borg vs John McMeganroe.
"30-0."
Next up was Grix Henman. FM watched nervously as Grix unzipped his racquet case and brought out his DC-sponsored Sega-Racquet. This would be a test indeed. Future vs Retro, and both players equally versed in the skills.
FM served again, Grix smashed a full top-spin cross court response, FM dived to his right to return, only just managing to stretch out reach the X-Ball, sending it flying back over the net. Grix easily countered, sending the ball back low and fast to the other side of the court where FM couldn't reach it.
"30-15"
The crowd roared again. FM was worried. Again he served, a mighty smash, putting all the strength he had into it, but again Grix's Sega-Racquet was up to it, regardless of the fact that it was looking a bit dated, firing the X-Ball back again. FM tried a volley, but it hit the net. Bonus the ball boy scampered forward and retrieved it.
"30-all."
FM served again, the X-Ball whizzing down towards the corner of the service lines, making chalk fly up into Grix's eyes so that he had no chance of returning.
"OUT!" cried Meka the linesman.
"WHAT!!!" cried FM, "The ball was IN!! There was CHALK!!! Are you BLIND!!!!"
"Second Service."
"WHAT!!! You're kidding me, right? Tell me your kidding!" FM was getting unsettled by this, he'd never been up against incompetence like this before. "The BALL was IN! THAT was an ACE!"
"Second Service."
FM knew it was pointless to argue with Umpire Tony, so he prepared instead to launch another Ace. At 30-all he could afford it. He took a quick look at his opponent, who was smirking at the far end of the court, and launched another tremendous serve straight at Grix. 186mph this time. Grix stood no chance. His brain on the one hand told him to topspin-lob it back over the net, his Sega-Racquet on the other hand told him to low slice it back, and his VMU was beeping at the same time, which put him off. This train of thought lasted 0.4 seconds, and the X-Ball hit him at 186mph in 0.3 seconds. He was out of the match.
"Heh, hole in one," muttered FM under his breath, as he watched er-no, his next opponent, take to the court.
"30-40."
er-no reached into his case and brought out his GBA-strung racquet. As he stepped up to the base-line, there was murmuring and disenchantment rolling through the crowd like a mexican wave on acid.
"er-no, that racquet is invalid, you can't use that type of equipment here, it's not a valid 'console' racquet."
"WHAT????!!!!!112222" screamed er-no in true netspeak, "You've gotta be KIDDING me!!!12345. Call the referee! I want a second opinion!"
Umpire Tony spoke into his walkie talkie, and Referee Ali scampered over. After a hurried discussion and a few chortles and giggles, Umpire Tony repeated the ruling.
er-no wasn't happy with it though. He threw down his GBA-racquet in disgust and it shattered on the turf, quality Nintendo parts flying out in all directions, and leaving the racquet in a crumpled pile of small components. (Later, many considered this version a great improvement on the original model). er-no stormed off the court.
Ball boy Dan2K1 scampered over and with a dustpan and brush and quickly swept up the small parts, thinking as he did so that he could write an essay about this later.
Ant stepped up onto the court next, taking as he did so his PS2-racquet out of its casing and giving it a quick swish through the air to try it out. The crowd saw this and started laughing, they couldn't help it. Ant turned bright red, quickly zipped up his equipment, and scampered off the court as fast as his 6 legs would carry him.
There were no more opponents. The match was over, and FM and his X-racquet lived happily ever after.
Source: My Life as a Ball Boy - Dan2K1.
(Volume 38, Chapter 126, Page 12,388).