Alyssa stomped off to the dressing room, "This is seriously such bullshit!" She screamed. "What's wrong?" Brett asked her as she sat down on Jason's lap. "Those commie bastards think that Canadian beer is better than American, and then Nick got pissed about the beer prices! What the hell is wrong with children these days?!" She yelled, slumping down.
"Aww... baby, don't be sad." Jason said rubbing her back, "The only thing that would make this better is Smite... and a lot of it!" She said with a sigh. Jason looked confused, "I always thought sex made everything better." He said. "Not now baby." Alyssa told him. Jason looked sadly to the ground.
She ran her hand through her hair. "Is there anything that would make you feel better?" Jason asked. She thought a moment. "Yeah actually... but it's not possible." Jason rolled his eyes, "I bet it is." He told her. "What is it?"
She sighed, "I wanna beat the Vancouver Canucks and win the Cup." Jason was silent a moment, "Why is that impossible?" He questioned, "First of all, I'm not on the team and second of all, they're in the Western Conference too."
Brett jumped in, "But I'll be damned if that's gonna stop us now!" He declared in a Conquering Spain Pose, not unlike Alyssa's. "Hmm..." She said stroking her chin.
Suddenly Brett threw her a Red Wings jersey. She looked at it, it said her last name on the back in red letters. Number 37 adorned the back and a red "A" was desplayed on the front left shoulder. "Ownage!" She yelled. "Let's do this!"
Suddenly yet again, they were on the ice, the Vancouver Canucks were in their away jersey's, Manny was in net, Brett, Nick, Steve & Pavel were on her line, Jason was cheering her on, and the Joe was packed with fans.
"Sweet!" She cried loudly as she took to the faceoff circle against Todd Bertuzzi, "Bitch I'ma kill you!" She hissed at him. The puck was dropped and she won the draw, plowing into Todd and knocking him onto his ass. She skated forward, passing the puck to Nick as she knocked Markus Naslund around a little bit. After taking out Trevor Linden and cross-checking Dan Cloutier, Nick shot the puck to Pavel. Pavs took the shot and it went in.
The goal horn sounded and the crowd went wild. They mobbed Pavel. After that, Brett scored a hat trick. Pavs got another one, Steve got two and Nick racked up a nice total of four. Manny was kicking ass in the net and Alyssa got a pretty goal on a set up from Jason. He scored one of his own a few minutes later and left the ice for a line change. Time was winding down and the Wings were leading 13-0. They pulled Cloutier for some unknown reason and Alyssa passed the puck to Manny. He wound up, took the shot and that puck saw nothing but the back of the net.
She launched herself at him, this was too damn sweet. Brett and Nick both set her up on her second goal and Steve got her the puck for her third. The hats hit the ice. Her first hat trick! "Yeah buddy!" She declared as the guys hugged her. Manny got one more and the game was over. The Wings won 17-0. By far the best damn score in NHL history.
She was named Playoff MVP and then she got to hold the Cup. Tears trickled down her cheeks, "This fucking rocks!" She screamed as she took her victory lap around the ice.
And it did.
That night there was Stanley Cup Victory Sex... and lots of it. Everything was good. Except she wished that Nick, Rosa and Cassy could have been there to see it. (Their victory, not the sex you pervert.)