The Arena roared to the stomps of the masses. The lights are spiraling around. The crowd roared the lyrics of the level.
Kurai tosses the ball. Kyle received it. Kurai smashes the ball with an exhale, Kyle bringing it up. Kurai overhand receives it as Kyle does so back.
Tyler spins the ball. Peppering it with Max. Max brings the ball up and catches it.
"Everything okay, Tyler? You seem pretty down today? Nerves getting to ya?" Tyler shakes his head.
"No… not really… I just want to leave my mark in this match since I've been so quiet the last few games" Max tosses the ball, overhand serving it to Tyler.
"You want to prove yourself? But you're already doing that?" Tyler receives the ball.
"But… I mean like, compared to you guys… I'm not doing much… Kurai's mastered almost everything, Sean's powerful, you're an amazing blocker-" Max overhand receives the ball.
"Dude… relax a bit… Whether you're talented or not doesn't matter… what is is that you're consistent… maybe Kurai will use your decoy skills in this match… y'know how we're going against Brazil this game?" Tyler catches the ball.
"Yeah, against their B team… they think we're weak and didn't bother sending their main team" Max walks over.
"Dude, we all know they sent their B team so their A team could prepare for the coming VNL"
Coach Copley waves a hand.
"Hey! Everyone, we're going to start our rep drills!" Sean looks over.
"Okay, Coach!"
Kurai catches the ball and looks across the net. His eyes glowing before he walks away.
The lights dim as the arena goes quiet. The spotlights spinning to focus on the court.
"Welcome everyone, to the First Semi Final match of the Olympics" The crowd roars as both teams huddle at their benches.
"Let's introduce our teams…! Today's match pitted the well rounded Team USA against the Defensive Monsters from Brazil's B Team!" The crowd roars as the spotlights focus on Brazil's side of the court.
"Up first is the Team's captain and Libero… Sporting Jersey number 1… Rafael Silva!!" Rafael walks out onto the court. His red eyes darted across the net. His cropped black hair on top of his head as he repositions his wrist bands.
"Following him comes the Teams Setter, sporting Jersey Number 7… He blocked THE Lucas Baker in the Team's previous match against Poland!... Diego Costa!!" Diego walks onto the court from the bench. Waving silently with a blank stare. Sporting a goatee and long curly black hair pinned back in a high man bun. His caramel eyes lock onto the net.
"Then we've got the Team's Main wall… their Middle blocker, Number 11… Lucas Almeida!!" Lucas walks onto the court with a smirk, wearing thin gloves and knee pads. He sported a thick beard and an undercut in his black hair.
"Following him is Number 8, A strong Outside for Brazil's B team… Matheus Ribirio!" Matheus walks onto the court, stopping to jump in place a few times with a smirk. His wavy blonde hair falling over his eyes.
"Up next is the team's other Outside Hitter, Number 5… having been considered as a power hitter for Brazil's A Team, but couldn't due to it being full! Filipe Nascimento!" Filipe walks out onto the court, stretching his shoulders and exhaling. Parting his black hair parted out of the way of his eyes.
"And lastly, we have The Team's main Canon!... Number 2, Bruno Rochai!" Bruno walks out onto the court as the crowd roars. Bruno's broad shoulders sway with his walk as he stares with gold eyes.
"On the other side of the court is the powerhouse dark horse of a Team… the USA!!" The crowd roars as the light shifts across the net.
"Up first is Team Libero, who's coming to the court after some insane highlight reel plays in the USA's last few games… Jersey number 3, Kyle Hendricks!" The arena stomps as music booms. Kyle walked onto the court, smiling and saluting the crowd.
"Up next is Max Delany, having been seen doing everything from blocking, spiking, receiving, and decoying in this year's Olympics! Jersey number 10" Max runs onto the court, high fiving Kyle.
"Up next is the team captain and monster Outside Hitter! Jersey Number 1, Sean Maners!" Sean walks onto the court. His brows furrowed as he looked at the court. Clenching his fist with determination.
"Then we have the Team Jersey number 3, Jordan Adams, a powerful middle blocker for the US, what'll he do in this game?" Jordan walks onto the court
"Up next is the deceptive Opposite, Tyler Reed is Jersey number 12…!" Tyler jogged onto the court with a smirk, taking his position.
"And then we have Team USA's star studded setter, Emperor of the Court… standing at 7 foot tall, Jersey number 19… Kurai Vlast!" Kurai walks onto the court with a calculating glare. Tightening his right arm sleeve.
Sean walks up to the net and smirks at Rafael. The ref stepped forward. Sean nods.
"Heads" Rafael smirks.
"Tails" Thee ref inhales and flips the coin.
"Heads, Sean?" Sean smirks.
"Serving side"
"And there we have it, Team USA is up to serve first, and with their rotation- oh!? They changed their rotation… Instead of Tyler in the serving spot first, it's Sean!"
Sean steps up to serve, catching the ball.