Surge Time

This story is a joint effort between Logan Chance and I - it takes the Kali Killa character the Issa State Surge powerball setting and brings in a whole host of new characters.  I

SURGE TIME

 

By Samster & Logan Chance

 

Major League Powerball was the biggest sport on the Corporate Worlds planet of Kane Alpha.  The men’s game ran through the summer months and the women’s game through the winter.  It was a mass bonanza of hard hitting sports action, drama and media coverage.  Issa State was located somewhere in the middle of Kane Alpha’s huge continental land mass and had grown to the point where the state had won an MLP franchise.  In its second year the Issa State Surge already had the attention of the sports crazed state and was expected to deliver some big wins.  With the backing of multi-billionaire Issan businessman Tex Coyle the Surge had big time Powerball aspirations.

The Issa Sports Network (ISN) covered all sports in Issa State and followed the Surge in every detail.  Pre game and the studio show was approaching an end.  A panel of experts had covered every aspect of the Surge squad and their opponents the Kane City Cougars.  Anchor Pamela Carrera turned back to the camera and smiled.  She had a perfect, crystal white smile.  A fully fattened Corp Worlds beauty she was the absolute stereotype of beauty for the Corp population on the planet.  Way back she’d played powerball on the D-Line at Issa Tech College and then some more years playing in the Issa Conference but Pam had spent the past twenty years sat in a TV studio and had a dedicated, lust filled male following.  A critic might have wondered how, twenty years down the road, she looked about the same age as when she’d first appeared on ISN but then there was always Prolong cosmetic treatment and Pam had no interest in looking middle aged.

“So right now we’re all set for a great ball game today.  Just a few weeks ago I was at my pool enjoying some Snickers ice cream, buy one now, just hankering for MLP and I don’t know about you folks but I’m ready for some hard hitting gameday action.  It’s over to Courtney LaBelle down on the sidelines…what’s up Court?”

The TV coverage cut from the devastatingly sexy Pamela Carrera in the Issa Sports Network studio down to the sidelines at Coyle Stadium where a flawless blonde reporter with long, waist length platinum and golden blonde hair smiled at the camera.  Courtney was a slender, former beauty pageant winning Aurellian.  With an even population split between Corps and Aurellian’s sports coverage on Kane Alpha always worked on a 50/50 ethnic split:

“Hi Pam and hi everyone, I’m Courtney LaBelle your sideline reporter for today’s game.  I’ll be hanging out with the Issa State Surge as they take on the Kane City Cougars in the opening game of the MLP season.  I’m here with Surge head coach Carol Gains…”

The camera angle panned out and added in the stocky figure of the Surge head coach.  Courtney turned to the coach and continued:

“Coach, it’s the Surge’s second year in the MLP and last year you said your team played well but took too many chances instead of just keeping it simple.  Last year you played the Cougars twice and lost twice.  What do you want to see this time around?”

Gains nodded and said:

“We’re gonna do just that.  Keep it simple, keep it physical and get our win the hard way.  We’ve gotta play with our hearts and our brains.”

“There’s a big crowd here, everybody’s excited.  What's your message to your girls on the team?”

 “I’m gonna tell them to go for it!  Play hard, play smart.”

Courtney flashed her million dollar smile and turned back to the camera.

“I’m ready to go, how about you Pam?”

The coverage switched from Courtney back up to the studio and Pam Carrera surrounded by a circle of former male and female MLP players popped up.  Down on the sidelines Courtney turned to thank Coach Gains for the interview but the coach was already walking away towards her players.  Courtney took a moment to think.  This game was her big chance. She’d spent the last couple of years covering minor league sports but thanks to a whole sequence of flukes and her Miss Issa winning good looks she’d been given a chance to cover an MLP game from the sidelines.  Since she was an unknown it was a one off deal, but if she performed well she could be hired to cover the Surge’s full twenty four game regular season and, if the Surge did well, their post season.  Screw up and she would back to covering the Issa State Tractor Drag Racing championship.

On the gridiron Kali Killa was the ultimate in big, cocky and egotistical powerball jockettes.  Her oversized, buffed and fattened up body was squeezed into the black and white uniform of the Issa State Surge MLP (Major League Powerball) team.  Tall and naturally broad the jockette in her second season of MLP had packed on pounds and sported thick arms with bulging biceps and thighs more like tree trunks.  A hefty belly bulged out and hovered over her pants.  Everything about her was big.  Kali Killa was the perfect physical specimen of a powerball D-Line girl.

“We are gonna kill that skinny ass QB this time,” shouted Kali to the other D-Line girls.

As she headed out onto the field Kali felt powerful and strong.  There was a sell out crowd of over fifty thousand Surge fans.  Originally from the desolate planet Kalixa she still got a buzz out of the big powerball crowds on Kane Alpha.  She had a reputation earned through high school back home, college on Kane Alpha and into the MLP of being able to smash through a O-Line and destroy QB’s.  Along with her size and strength Kali Killa had a mean streak a powerball field wide.

“Defense! Defense! Defense! Defense!” chanted the crowd.

Heading for the line of scrimmage Kali smiled inside her helmet.  The games final quarter and the Kane City Cougars were trailing by a mere three points.  The defense needed to hold them.  It was the kind of moment she played for.  The monument where it was the defense that would win the game.  Or more like needed to destroy them.  Or more like kill them.  Powerball was that kind of game.

The comm link inside Kali’s helmet burst into life.  Every player on field had a link to the coaches and team management.  Usually the voice was the D-Line coach with a play call but this time it was the voice of the Issa State team owner Tex Coyle on a private link.  Kali gulped.  It was the first time the team’s billionaire owner had contacted her direct on field.  He said:

“You’ve been playing solid Killa.  $10,000 if you sack the QB and $30,000 if the QB doesn’t get back up.”

Kali smiled.  She knew the D-Line girls made good money on Tex Coyle’s blood lust.  Her second MLP season she knew she’d played a solid game.  Her coaches wanted her to pressure the Cougars O-Line and Kali knew she’d done it every play.  Now was a chance for some glory and a go at sacking the QB.

“You got it boss,” said Kali.

“Kill her Killa!!!” shouted Tex.

The Surge defense’s smaller, athletic safeties, linebackers and cornerbacks ran past into position.  Kali had grown too large for running.  Her thighs were too thick and along with her muscle bulk she carried a thick layer of pork around her.  But her game wasn’t about running.  It was about explosive power down in the trenches.  Play after play she slammed into the O-Line and battled to get through to the QB.  It was hard, physical and aggressive.  D-Line girls under 280lbs didn’t last half a game in Major League Powerball.

At the line of scrimmage Kali looked past the Cougars O-line and at their QB, Audrey Schaub.  The Cougars QB was a pretty girl Aurellian, a long legged blonde rookie playing in her first MLP game.  Under any other circumstances Kali would have considered her sexy; but under these circumstances Kali wanted to destroy her.  It was time to get paid.    

“Hey Schlaub!” shouted Kali, slurring the words to make it sound like slob.

Foolishly the Cougars QB glanced her way.

“I’m gonna break ya bitch!”

Going down into her three point stance Kali tensed all her whole, huge body and waited.  Her arm quivered under her bulk.  Playing the center of the D-Line she needed to smash through one of the 320lbs O-Line girls and onto the QB.  She could do that.  Kali had some serious strength, lightning quick reactions and a thirty grand incentive to do it.

“You get outta my way this time, bitch,” snapped Kali to the Cougar girl opposite her.

The Cougar O-Line girl looked into Kali’s baby blue eyes.  She knew Kali Killa had been playing a solid utility game so far. Holding the O-Line and giving the linebackers a route through to the QB.  That meant she’d been containable.  Only her second year in the MLP, her first big money contract, and Killa had been happily doing exactly as her coaches wanted.  But this play her attitude had changed.  The Cougar girl guessed why that was.  It was well known team owners put bounties on other players.  Kali Killa had played within her limits but now there was big money on the line.  The MLP regular season was twenty four games long and their was no glory in busting out with an injury in game one.  Killa had just got the call.  

“Five grand,” said the O-Line girl.  It was an offer for an easier route through to the QB.

“You’re a fuckin’ pussy, I can break ya anyways,” replied Kali.

“Two grand.”

“Pussy.”

“One…”

“Your gonna die too pussy.”

Kali smiled coldly and waited.  The Cougars O-Line girl had admitted she was second rate.  This would be a painful play for the Cougar’s QB.  She was going to try a running play.  Right into a full 330lbs worth of pissed off Kali Killa.

“Defense! Defense! Defense! Defense!!!!!” chanted the crowd.

“Hut, hut…”

Like a rocket exploding out of its launcher Kali rocketed forward.  She impacted the Cougar’s 320lbs O-Line girl who, instead of fighting back as she had every other play, lost her footing and fell flat on her ass.  The Cougars QB was running forward.  Kali rammed hard into her middle, her helmet slamming into her and her thick arms wrapping around the Cougars QB.  The QB lurched backward.  Her helmet popped off and the Aurellian’s blonde wig flew off with it.

They fell to the ground, Kali making sure her full body weight crashed down onto the 200lbs QB.  She felt the bones break as they hit the ground.  Behind them the QB’s helmet and hair landed separately.

“Killa kill her!!!! Killa kill her!!!! Killa kill her!!!! Killa kill her!!!!” chanted the crowd.

With satisfaction Kali looked down at the QB.  Audrey Shaub was out cold, laying on the ground bald headed without her wig and helmet.  Welcome to the big league, rook!  A cool thirty large in the bank for the Killa.  Hauling herself up Kali flexed her biceps for the crowd who cheered even louder.  Other Surge D-Line girls bumped their helmets and chest plates into hers.  Kali felt her already huge ego swell further and further.  She was the ultimate bad ass!

On the sidelines Courtney LaBelle watched the action.  As a sideline reporter it was her job to ferret out insight from the players and coaching staff, but she found herself star struck by the action instead of doing her job.  It was hard to believe that she was on the same field as her hero Kali Killa.  Kali was on her knee with the rest of the team, showing quiet respect for the player she had nearly beheaded moments ago.  Courtney found herself mesmerized by the Killa's bulk.  What would it be like to be in her powerful grip?

At least one player knew first hand.  Courtney gulped as she looked at the Cougars quarterback, laying on the field broken and bald.  As a fellow Aurellian Courtney considered the prospect of losing her wig far worse than being injured, and she self consciously smoothed her perfectly styled golden blonde hair.  Now the medical staff were loading Audrey onto a cart.  Audrey's arm moved, and there was light applause as the Cougar QB gave the crowd a feeble thumbs up.  At least now she was alert and moving.  No one truly wanted to see a player die on the field, except for maybe that crazy old bastard Tex Coyle.

Up in the Issa Sports Network production booth associate producer Kent Whittier turned to production assistant Rich Reynolds.

“The Killa's a fuckin' beast, isn't she?” Kent said, shaking his head in admiration.

The men took a moment to admire Kali's bulk.  “Can you imagine getting a load like that in the sack?”

“She's too much woman for you, Rich.  She'd crush you with those thighs of hers.”

“But at least I'd die a happy man.”

“OK we have a medical timeout and Carrera’s run out of stuff to say.  We gotta fill airtime.  Let's cut to commercial and see if Courtney has anything for us.”

“Got it.”

On the sidelines Courney was startled by a voice in her earpiece.  She was busy watching Kali.

“Hey LaBelle what you got for us?  We gotta fill two minutes while Carrera plugs her brain back in.  She’s gettin’ old and it needs a re-charge every while  You gotta give us somethin’.”

“Ummmmm...,” Courtney said, momentarily lost for words.  “I'm working on an angle...”

“You are just standing there like you are freakin' wig model or something.  We pay you to report, not watch the game,” Rich spat over her earpiece.

Courtney blushed.  “Sorry guys, I'm on it, I swear.”

“You'd better get on it, blondie, or this will be your first and last game reporting for us.”

Their conversation finished with Courtney, Kent turned to Rich.  “So what do you think of the new eye candy?”

Rich shook his head.  “Complete ditz.  Came up empty when we needed her the most.  Not gonna work out.”

Kent nodded and sighed.  “I agree.”

Kent smoothly turned his attention back to the production.  “We have some time to kill.  Let's roll the Kali Killa highlight reel.  Make sure you get that hit up close and in slow motion.”

Back on the field the destroyed QB had been removed and a replacement was trotting on.  The D-Line girls gathered together.  All were big, tall, muscle bulked and fattened up chunks.  Kali still had a smile on her face and she could hear the crowd still cheering her name.  Late in the game and she was getting tired.  She’d been pounding it out all game on the D-Line and had been drafted into the O-Line to cover an injury.  Aged twenty three and strong as an ox Kali Killa was the Surge lines all purpose utility player.  The D-Line captain, Alice Truman, gathered her line in.  Each girl weighed in over 300lbs and all were dripping with sweat and stood tight in a huddle.

“Fucking awesome hit Killa!” said Truman.

Kali kept the confident smile.  From the planet Kalixa she was nervous off the field talking to native Kane Alphan’s who all thought she sounded slow and dumb.  But amongst her O and D Line girls she was confident.  After a solid rookie season Kali Killa was very much part of the heavies team. 

“We got like two more plays and we’re done,” shouted Truman above the crowd noise, “we make big plays and we hurt them, okay?”

“My bitch is a pussy,” said Kali, thinking about the Cougar O-Line girl who’d let her through to the QB.

“She wussed out last play?” asked Truman.

“Yeah, totally!”

Around her the other Surge D-Line girls nodded.  They’d all seen her wuss out of holding off Kali and saving her QB.  Nobody respected that.  The battle between the O and D Line was often private, away from the main attention of the games passing and running plays.  But it was critical for a team to win in the trenches and there was no respect for a girl who backed down.  It was about hitting hard; every time.

“Okay,” shouted Truman, “we nail that bitch next play and they stretcher her off.  Got it?”

“Hell yeah!”

The girls fist pumped and headed for the line of scrimmage and went down into their three point stances.  Seconds later, after some explosive violence, a 320lbs Cougars O-Line girl was out cold and the medics were running on.  It had been another big hit by the Killa.

Even at the end of the game, the ISN sports production room was controlled chaos.  Live sports was  like that, and in this case the chaos was exacerbated by the on-air talent.  Pam Carrera was good at delivering scripted pre and post game questions and dropping sponsor plugs but she wasn’t much at in game action.  The two play commentators were on a bathroom break so the production needed Courtney LaBelle down on the sidelines.

“We need something to cover…ummm…like five minutes.”

“Carrera?”

“No, studio’s changing the sponsor decals so we can’t roll her right now.”

Kent rolled his eyes.   He thought through his options; he couldn't roll another pre-recorded interview during post game wrap up.  That left LaBelle on the sidelines, who Kent had all but given up on.  LaBelle was a totally hot Aurellian piece of ass.  But she was yet another beautiful girl who came up empty under the hot lights of live TV.  Everyone thought TV was about looking pretty and smiling for the camera.  At MLP level that was standard.  You had to deliver when the cameras rolled. 

“We gotta go to LaBelle.”

“Are you serious?”

“Any other ideas?”   

Stood on the sidelines, Courtney watched the players file past her to the locker room, whooping and cheering after their big win.  Courtney felt like she was going to be sick.  She clutched her microphone so hard that her knuckles were white.  Normally after the game ISN coverage went to the sideline reporter for a coaches interview, and they hadn't bothered to do that, instead performing the interviews remote from the broadcast booth.  It was the final insult, a nail in the coffin of Courtney's stillborn reporting career.

As Courtney watched the locker room door swing closed behind the final Surge player she knew she was finished.

It was then her earpiece crackled to life.

“Hey LaBelle you're on in two.”

Courtney glanced around.  Everyone was gone.  “On with what?”

“I don't give a shit LaBelle.  Come up with something.  This job entails more than just standing there and blinking your eyes.”

Kent leaned over Rich and whispered, “And I doubt she could do that right.”

Courtney glanced at the Surge locker room.  “OK I'll come up with something.”

“I sure hope so, because you're on in 1:45.”

Courtney marched over to the Surge locker room.  She anxiously smooth her skirt as she summoned the nerve to enter.

“1:30 LaBelle.”

“Could you please not do that?” she hissed into the mike.  “You're making me nervous.”

“1:25.”

Courtney pushed open the door to the locker room.  She had not taken the time to mentally prepare for what she would see.  Courtney had never played powerball and it was her first locker room experience.

The Surge locker room was full of half dressed Powerball players.  Instinctively her eyes sought out the Defensive line area.  Kali Killa was sat on a bench, her massive relaxing after a long game.  She’d taken her jersey off but still had her protector pads on and a sports bra holding her big breasts in place.  She was bare bellied and Courtney tried not to gawk at her gut.  It was so big, and round and solid.  Kali's blonde hair and skin were still wet from sweat.  Kali was talked animatedly to another three hundred pounder sat beside her.  She seemed in good spirits, and she should be, she had a hell of a game, her powerful hits sending two players off the field on stretchers.

“One minute.”

Once again Courtney found herself distracted by Kali.  But this time she would do something about it.  Maybe she was going to lose her job, but she was going to at least talk to her hero.  Courtney began to walk across the room, but she felt someone grab her arm.

“Where are you going, Hot Wigs?”

Courtney blushed.  Like all Aurellians, she wore a wig, but like all Aurellians, she didn't like to admit it.

“Please don't call me that.  I'm not wearing a wig.”

The girl gripping Courtney's arm was one of the receivers.  Small compared to the likes of Kali Killa but still towering over Courtney.  She had a good grip and she was not letting go.

“We don't get many sideline hotties in here.  This is a locker room.  If ya come in here, ya gotta get naked, even if you are a hottie sideline reporter.”

Courtney reached up to her ISN blazer, self consciously covering her breasts.  “I'm not taking my clothes off.”

“I'm not talking about your clothes, Hot Wigs.”

“Forty five seconds,” said the voice in her ear

Too late Courtney realized just what the player was referring to.

Courtney operated on a tight budget, but her golden blonde hairpiece was one of her few splurges.  After winning Miss Issa Falls she allocated half of her winnings towards her maxed out credit cards, and spent the other half on her waist length blonde wig.  It was her favorite wig and she wore it nearly every day.  She used double sided tape to secure it to her hairless Aurellian scalp, but the tape was no match for a professional powerball player.

Courtney shrieked from embarrassment rather than pain as the wig was wretched from her head.  The O-line tossed the wig to one of her teammates.

“Damn you got a shiny little head underneath that big blonde rug Hot Wigs.”

“Thirty seconds,” said the voice in Courtney’s ear.

Kali Killa sat on the bench recovering from the game.  Her adrenalin was still pumping and she felt fine, but she knew she would be sore the next morning.  The first game of the season and she would have bruises.  She was one of the biggest and baddest on the line out there, but pushing three hundred pound women around took a toll.

Again she felt rather than saw the Aurellian watching her.  Kali turned her head and saw the pretty sideline reporter.  Kali blushed and realized she didn’t have her jersey on and her bare belly was very much on show.  She still wasn’t used to the fact Kane Alphan’s found her blubber hot.  Kali looked for her jersey.  It was on the floor and soaked in sweat from the game.  Kali continued  to watch the reporter out of the corner of her eye.  She was a fine little thing indeed, and was talking to one of the skinny ass receivers. 

When the reporter shrieked it jolted Kali into action.  She saw the blonde wig fly through the air, and with the cat-like quickness she used to close in on the quarterback, Kali reached up and effortlessly grabbed the blonde wig.  The reporter stood motionless.  The reporter looked much smaller without the huge wig, and she was completely bald without it.

“What the…,” said Kali.

The Aurellian snatched the blonde hair from Kali's hand and hurriedly flung it over her bald head, wiggling it back into place. 

“Would you mind giving me an interview Kali?” the reporter said with a hint of desperation once her wig was back in position.

“You wanna have her fat belly on TV like that?” laughed one of the other 300 pound plus D-Line girls.

“We could get her jersey on!” rushed Courtney.

“Hey, I don’t do interviews…” protested Kali.

“Don’t wuss out Killa, you played awesome today and your getting’ the credit,” shouted Alice Truman, “get her jersey on!”

The group of heavies pinned Kali, grabbed the sweat sodden jersey and yanked it over her shoulders and squeezed her into it.  It was a battle but eventually they worked it around their team mates huge figure.  The jersey stopped short of meeting her pants; a thick sliver of belly bulging between the jersey and her packed to bursting pants.  Courtney knew they’re was nothing she could do about that; Killa had sported that look all through the game. 

“She’s all yours,” said Truman with a hard kick to Kali’s ass that pushed her toward the reporter and out of the locker room.

“I don't do fucking interviews!!!!”

“Ten seconds,” said the voice in Courtney's ear.

“Okay, we’re going live,” shouted Courtney, reaching up to make a final adjustment to her wig.

With her wig back in place just in time Courtney smiled as the cameras went live.  She had Kali Killa lined up for the interview.  Maybe she could salvage the day.  The big girl was obviously not happy in front of the camera and resting against the side wall and had a cocky, somewhat surly look on her face.  She looked truly huge in her Surge uniform and shoulder armor making her even wider.  Courtney had to reach up on her tip toes just to get her microphone near the big girl's face.

“Hi I’m with number sixty seven Kali Killa,” she said before turning to face the walking tank stood next to her.

“Kali, you had an amazing game,” said Courtney, “with some strong utility play on the O and D-Line and of course that big sack on Courgars quarterback Audrey Schaub.  How did that feel?”

“It’s always good to sack the QB,” said Kali.

Courtney groaned inwardly.  Kali Killa had a reputation of being hard to interview.  She had the slow Kalixan drawl and avoided saying anything interesting.  Either that or she was too dumb to say anything interesting.  On the gridiron Kali Killa may have been explosive and in the flesh, in Courtney’s opinion, she was one seriously hot chunk of prime beef.  But she also seemed to be every bit the dumb jockette.

“How does it feel to make that sort of game winning play?”

“It feels good.”

“Having just signed a multi year with the Surge this kind of performance must show it was a smart move by the Surge to keep you here in Issa State?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Kali hated TV interviews.  She’d been on Kane Alpha three years; completing a senior year in college ball at San Andreas University along with some time in the minor league Issa Conference.  Then she had been drafted by the Surge.  In that time she’d learned to hate the press.  They’d made fun of her poor academic grades at San Andreas while ignoring the fact she’d only just arrived on Kane Alpha, they thought her Kalixan accent meant she was dumb and called her Killer Killa.  The final straw had been when they mocked her desert cat, Blitz.  Kali promised herself to let her on field play do the talking and avoid the media.  Even if they were as hot as this cute little Aurellian they couldn’t be trusted.

Asking a few more questions and Courtney could feel her MLP sideline reporter career ending.  She knew she’d been over awed on the sidelines and not delivered any real game day insight.  The guys back in the production booth were pissed with her.  For an MLP game being eye candy for a sideline reporter was standard; you also had to be good to keep the job.  Now she had Kali Killa killing her live on air with one word answers.  She could feel it was back to the Issa State Tractor Drag Racing championship for her.

Then things changed.

There had been a steady flow of people, players, team management, sponsors, stadium workers and sidelines crews, walking behind Courtney.  Like any good reporter she zoned them out for the interview.  That was until a guy wearing a Surge polo shirt with an oversized Kalixan Desert Cat stopped next to her.  Courtney gasped as the cat jumped in one fluid motion from the man, over her and up onto Kali Kailla’s shoulder.  It was making a unique loud and  joyous bleeking noise.  Kali’s expression changed instantly from her cocky, surly smirk to a wide, genuine smile.

“Blitz!!!!  I did frigging awesome today!!!!!  Did you see me sack the QB?” she shouted.  The cat bleeked loudly in return and licked her face.  She grabbing the cat by its paws and spun him around her twice before placing him on her left shoulder and turning back to the camera.

Courtney fought every urge to run and scream with the arrival of the Desert Cat.  The cat had big long teeth and sharp, claw like paws.  No doubt he could cause some serious damage, just like Kali, if he wanted to.  Way back Courtney had read some article in Sports Illustrated that Kali Killa had arrived on Kane Alpha with her Desert Cat and nothing more.  Courtney had thought nothing of it and assumed the cat wasn’t a feature on gameday.  Obviously she’d been wrong.

“This must be your pet Desert Cat?” said Courtney.

“He’s called Blitz,” said Kali with a hint of defensiveness, “he’s not a pet.  We got partnered up when I was a kid and...”  

Before she got defensive Blitz started bleeking loudly again and licking her face.  Kali may have been wary of the camera but Blitz didn’t give a damn.  He also knew Kali better than anyone.  He knew his big, bold and sometimes hopeless partner was incredibly proud of how she’d played and really liked the Aurellian girl holding the microphone.  He wasn’t going to let Kali screw this one up. 

“Looks like Blitz is proud of how you played?” said Courtney.

“Yeah he’s my biggest fan,” laughed Kali as Blitz wrapped a paw around her, “when I got here from Kalixa he was all I had with me and he’s been so awesome and it’s really cool that he gets to see me play.  He always watched me play back home but like when I got here nobody let me bring him to the game so he had to watch on TV but like with this contract it was part of my deal.”

“Blitz getting a game day seat was part of you contract?”

“Yeah,” said Kali, “which is really awesomely cool!!!”

“Where does he watch?”

“Up in one of the suites, they give him food and stuff and he really helps my play.”

“How does Blitz help with your play?”

Kali felt herself blush a little.  She’d said too much.  On the planet Kalixa, desert cats were bonded with their human partners from a young age.  While desert cats couldn’t talk, they instead made a bleeking noise, they had a telepathic link with their partners.  But that sounded hokey and Kali knew the TV people would all laugh at her if she said that.  She knew Blitz helped her play but no Kane Alphan would understand that. 

Reading her difficulty with the question Blitz bailed his partner out.  While Kali, never quick with words, tried to think of something sensible to say, Blitz reached for the Aurellian’s hair.  His long, sharp claws reached the mesh of platinum and golden blonde “hair”. The cat tweaked it ever so slightly and lifted it up off her head.  Courtney squealed. 

“Wow Blitz!” said Kali, “leave her wig alone!”

“I’m not wearing a wig,” protested Courtney.

“You’ve got a really cute little bald head,” said Kali.  Blitz bleeked loudly.

It was Courtney’s turn to blush.  Last thing she needed was to be de-wigged by a desert cat on live TV. Besides, she’d just had the best interview anybody had ever managed with Kali Killa. Turning away she smiled back at the cameras and hoped like hell they were ready back in the studio.  The cat’s paw still on her wig and said:

“So there you are Pam, Kali Killa and her proud desert cat Blitz.”

There was a moments silence from the studio as Pam reacted.  She hadn’t expected Courtney to fire back quickly.  Twenty years on ISN and she reacted quickly.

“He sure looks proud and so cute,” said Pam, “I’m with Stacey Hauptman here in the studio and she’s got something to say to Killa before you go.”

“No Pam, Stacey can talk with Kali Killa some other time because we really need to go now,” said Courtney with emphasis as Blitz continued to tweak her wig.

“Wow!!! Have you got Stacey Hauptman on there?” said Kali.

“Yes,” said Courtney, “Stacey has got something to say to you.”

The camera spun away from Courtney and back to Kali.  The big girl straightened a little and Blitz followed her change in posture and took his paw off Courtney’s wig.  Stacey Hauptman was an MLP D-Line legend and holder of six powerbowl rings.  Kali was stunned she wanted to speak to her.  A screen popped up on the camera and Stacey Hauptman’s face appeared and the legend said:

 

“Good game girl!” said Stacey.

Kali flashed a big cheesy smile.  Blitz bleeked loudly.

“You're young and strong, and I can see you’ve packed some serious meat on this off season.  You played both ways and you played tough and hard.  I know all the Surge coaches are stoked to have you signed on a multi year deal and you’ve got a great MLP future ahead of you.  Good game!”

Kali couldn’t think of anything to say.  Instead she just smiled.  Stacey Hauptman had been her sporting idol since she was a kid.  She felt herself tear up a little.

“Thank you Ms Hauptman.”

The camera turned back to Courtney who flashed her million dollar smile again.

“Powerful words there Stacey.  A great MLP career predicted for Kali Killa.  That bodes well for her desert cat Blitz having more quality time in the game day suites here at Coyle Stadium and for sideline reporters having to worry about their perfect hair getting messed up.  A few minutes with Blitz here and I’m going to have to book into the salon tomorrow morning!  Now it’s back to you in the studio Pam…”

With the camera dead Courtney smiled.  That interview had saved her ass.  She turned to thank Kali and her desert cat for the interview.  Instead she felt herself being pushed away as Surge coaches gave Kali bottles of Maxi Gain shake and ushered her toward the locker room.  Just as she reached the door both Kali and Blitz turned to face her and smiled.  Then she was through the door and they closed.  With a sigh Courtney turned back to the camera man. 

She heard the voice of producer Kent Whittier:

“Nice job Hot Wigs, we’ve gotta have you interviewing that desert cat again!  Lookin’ forward to working with you for the season…”

Late that evening and ISN was in the final stages of its MLP coverage with the Blow Out Energy Post Game Show.  Now on channel ISN7 the show was catering for the true die hard fan.  The expert pundits had gone home and Courtney was up in the studio sat opposite Pam Carrera.  It was the first time Courtney had met the beautiful sportscaster.  Of course she knew who Pam was; she’d been on ISN since Courtney had been at elementary school.  In her late forties she was part of the furniture at ISN and it was a surprise to many that she’d landed the Surge MLP gameday anchor job.  With the Surge being a new team it had been hotly contested at ISN when Issa State won its MLP franchise. 

Sure, Pam had always covered Issa Conference and Issa Tech college powerball but MLP was a whole different deal.  Before the Surge landed in town, sports coverage in the mostly desolate Issa State had been exclusively state and college level.  But then there were rumors that Pam was close with Issa State Surge and ISN owner Tex Coyle and that had no doubt helped ease her porked up posterior into the anchors seat.  Not that Pam did a bad job, she had a loyal following and she was a solid performer.  But some of the younger, porked up Corp beauties had had their perfect noses knocked out of line when ISN’s old hand got the prize MLP anchor job.

Courtney had modeled her smile and wholesomely but always ever so flirty on camera persona on Pam Carrera.  Up close Pam was beautiful but she was showing some signs of her age that even Prolong couldn’t hide.

“Okay, when’re we live?” said Pam into her earpiece. At that moment the coverage was showing highlights from other MLP games around Kane Alpha, “…okay…gotcha…”

“How long is this one gonna be?” asked Courtney.

“Like…ummm…sixty seconds,” said Pam, “then it’s commercial.”

“Okay.”

“Nice job down there,” said Pam, “that Killa interview was kinda funky.”

“It was kinda cool.”

Then both she and Pam heard the producers tell them they were back on in 3 – 2 – 1…

Pam smiled for the camera and turned to Courtney.

“Welcome back to ISN’s MLP Blow Out Energy post game show and some amazing action today across Kane Alpha.   The New Dallas Cowgirl won their first game 67 – 0 but it was a great day here at Coyle Stadium with the Surge taking a close win in the first game of the season in a close game over the Cougars.  I’m here with Courtney LaBelle, our rookie sideline reporter.  How was your rookie game in Coyle Stadium?”

“Amazing,” gushed Courtney, “such an awesome atmosphere and the fans were stoked and the Surge looked strong all game.  Offense and defense played well and the D dominated.  I was proud to be stood down there on the sidelines with the Surge girls.”

“I guess it was hard work down there on the sidelines.  Did you need some Blow Out Energy drink to keep going?”

“You bet,” nodded Courtney in response to the shameless sponsor blug.

“And how about the players?  Do they drink Blow Out?”

“Totally,” nodded Courtney, “I think Kali Killa would deliver one of her killer sacks if the QB tried to steal her Blow Out.”

“I’m not surprised.  Blow Out is packed with good stuff and guaranteed to give you up to fifty percent more energy for five hours.  You should all go buy Blow Out like MLP players do.”

Pam paused for a moment.  Smiled and got back to it.  Sponsor plugs were over and it was now back to the topic of powerball:

“So Court, how about Kali Killa?  Those were some big hits she delivered all game and it was just amazing to watch.  Back in my playing days I worked the D-Line and sacked me some QB’s but baby, that last sack was BIG and delivered the big dubya to the Surge.  What was it like hanging with The Killa post game?”

“It was so amazing Pam!  Kali Killa is just a gifted athlete. All that size and power and so fast off the line of scrimmage.  I was watching her all game and the girl never pulled a hit and she was out hustling those Cougars O-Line girls.”

“No doubt Killa came up big today.  She hit every bit as hard as MLP veteran teammate Alice Turman and even double timed some on the O-Line.  That’s some serious talent and a big future right there.  You think she’s a fixture all season?”

“Absolutely!  The mix of Killa’s power and energy with Alice Truman’s experience and grit makes the Surge D-Line a strong proposition this season.  Just from hanging out with them in the locker room there’s a real bond between Killa and Truman and I think Coach Carol Gains has a real powerhouse defense to build around.”

“And how was your first MLP locker room experience?” asked Pam,“it can get pretty extreme down there!”

“It was so cool and everybody was so welcoming and its amazing just how focused these girls…”

“No hazing or any fun and games like that?” asked Pam.

Courtney blushed.  She knew Pam Carrera had probably seen all the locker room coverage and knew about her wig. 

“Maybe a little.”

“But what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room,” said Pam with a laugh and a wink.

“You got it Pam!” replied a grateful Courtney. 

“Okay, in other action today on the Blow Out Energy post-game show the Dawson Tigers beat the Eagles in a surprise showdown at…”

The camera cut away and Courtney sat and watched as Pam continued to talk through the days MLP results.  She did it all with that perfect smile and an array of flirty little winks and flicks of her long golden blonde hair that no doubt was driving the guys watching crazy.  She had her back slightly arched and her ISN blazer was almost popping in two as it fought to contain the sexy anchorwoman’s oversized breasts.  She was fattened up big time with her thighs and ass packed tight into her skirt.  Courtney knew Pam had played powerball many years back and she had a wide, thick, voluptuous frame that supported all her extra blubber well.  True, she’d blown up like a balloon since she’d hung up her helmet but the effect was very tasty. 

Eventually the coverage cut to more gameday highlights and Courtney stepped up from her chair.  Her day in front of the camera was over.  Pam turned to her:

“Nice work today rookie.  I hear you’re onboard for the season.  Just remember I’m kinda a big deal round here so don’t EVER step on when we’re live and we’ll be cool.  Just remember to keep your hair on Hot Wigs!”

“Does everyone have to call me Hot Wigs?” said an exasperated Courtney.

“If you can’t take some shit, your not gonna last in MLP,” said Pam, “we’ve all got nicks?”

“What’s yours?” jumped in Courtney with a smile.

Pam blushed a little.  Kent the producer's voice cut across both women’s ear pieces:

“Wideload.”

Courtney laughed and Pam shrugged.  Then Pam turned back to the camera and resumed her smile.  Walking out of the studio Courtney LaBelle had a genuine, not made for TV, smile.  She really was part of the ISN big league coverage.  Her days of covering the Issa State Tractor Drag Racing Championship were behind her.