The Dominion League.
A place where legends are born.
A legendary tournament born from the well known sport of Soccer, or for some others, Football.
But unlike soccer, this league was merciless.
"Esta!"
"Right behind ya!"
11 vs 11, 3 breaks, 60 minutes per round.
"Fucking hell!"
"Don't let up, keep up the pace!"
A challenge to see who truly stands at the top.
"Shit!"
"Air ball!"
A place where the dreamers will remain dreamers.
"Captain!"
"Shit, Captain's down!"
A place where the field will continue to burn more than ever.
"Sorry~, it's our victory today~"
"Like hell!"
2 players stood at the field. The stadium was lit yet the sky was dark. The audience's cheers were loud, like roars of lions as they witnessed the match beneath.
"Asher!"
A player kicked the ball to his teammate, who caught it by his leg as he then dribbled forward to the enemy side.
2 defenders of the opposing team tried to block the player, but the player did something completely unordinary.
Kicking the ball fo the right at a certain angle made it spin rapidly, the momentum of the player's run kept it forward but curved as it passed the defender. The player ran to the left as he kicked, curving from the defender on the left as he then caught the ball once he passed both.
The defenders weren't too surprised, as if knowing this was a move he'd use.
"Galahad!"
The player passed the ball to his other teammate, one who has a large body. Catching the ball mid air with his chest, he begam to dribble forward.
30-30, it was the final moment, the tie breaker.
The big player was completely free from obstacles as most of their opponent's players were on his other teammates, giving him the free chance to shoot the ball. Or so he thought.
When he kicked, he didn't feel the impact of the ball and his foot. By the moment he looked, someone had already taken the ball from him.
"Shit-"
The one who stole the ball quickly passed the ball to another one of his teammates. The team who first had the possession of the ball quickly tried to catch up but the one who possessed the ball as of now was completely outpacing most of them.
One player tried to catch their opponent by acting as an obstacle.
"Come at me!"
His arms were spread in an attempt to disturb their momentum, but the opponent didn't seem fazed at all.
In a quick moment, the opponent did a nutmeg, successfully kicking the ball between the player's legs, catching him off guard and allowed the opponent to pass him.
Once the ball got to his possession once more, he kicked the ball hard, passing the ball to another teammate of his at a farther distance.
This one caught the ball with his chest by jumping. He then kneed the ball upwards and did a bicycle kick, passing the ball to another teammate.
The teammate he passed it to caught the ball with the side of his left foot and quickly passed it to the only teammate of theirs on the enemy side of the field near the net.
3 players went to the opponent to get the ball from him, one of them even appearing large and bulky likely the one to cut the player off to get the ball once their opponent gets distracted.
But once the ball got to the player's possession, the mood immediately shifted. If the pressure earlier was heavy, the moment the ball got to this player, it went heavier significantly.
Even the bulky player tensed up.
The count of players trying to catch this player increased to 5, but despite the effort, it seems that it's pretty much useless to even try.
The opponent of the players passed each and every one of them, doing chop dribbles and nutmegs complete disorientating every player that tried to catch him. The bulky player couldn't even stop him because he looked like a blur for each one of them.
After blitzing through the 5 players, the last barrier was the goalkeeper.
"You aren't getting through!"
The player however, ignored the goalkeeper. Kicking the ball making it hover for a moment, then kicking it again to make it fly higher. Then he leapt upwards twisting his body as he then became upside down as he was in the air. Using his foot to hook the ball and make it fly just a bit higher and nearer his kicking range, he stared at the keeper with a grin.
"My goal."
He kicked the ball with such force that the goalkeeper couldn't even keep up with the speed as the ball ricocheted from the ground and hit the net, a sign of goal.
The player fixed his posture as once he landed on the floor he immediately did a tech roll and raised his arms in the air.
"ATLAS!!!"
Once he roared his team name, the audience followed. The loud cheers could make one's ears bleed.
"ATLAS! ATLAS! ATLAS!"
"EVERYONE! SAY HELLO TO OUR REIGNING CHAMPIONS! TEAM ATLAS!"
The cheers of the audience became louder, followed along with claps. The members of the winning team raised their fists in the air as they let out roars of victory.
The losing team were on the ground, chuckling as they saw the winning team cheer loudly.
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"Hell yeah! Look at them!"
"Team Atlas for the win!"
"Awh, I thought the Black Hounds had a chance..."
"They'll definitely have a comeback next year, I know it!"
A bunch of students were huddled near the public display tvs as the tvs broadcasted the Dominion World League.
Although there was one who stood just a bit farther from the students.
A young boy who's eyes sparkled as he saw the match.
'The... Dominion World League? Wow...'
His eyes were locked on the main star of the striker of the team, the one who gave one hell of a flashy tie breaker shot.
'So cool!'
If anyone didn't see it yet, this one is the start of a new future star... Or maybe not.