shannon2007

Hmm, yeah, erm, well. It was someone else's fault


I'll change it, its about the only thing MFCM can do!

shannon2007

Ok forget that, it doesnt want to know. You'll just have to be six days older and die sooner

retired_ivonta

18.7.1983 peacemaker.

shannon2007

Sir John Stevens

He sat behind his desk thinking. It wasnt with great happiness that he did this. In fact, Sir John Stevens was feeling angry, and a little miffed. This was his story, and how often had he been in it? Once? Twice? It simply wasn't good enough. It had been bad enough that these morons had overlooked him for chatacter of the year in the last story, now they werent even getting the chance to read about him. He would soon see about that. He sat thinking what he could to do to raise his profile, and make the readers know he was back for sure.

Three Days Later.

The press conference had gone rather well he thought. Telling people to kick the crap out of burglars was a great idea, and he was glad he had come up with it. There were slight murmers of dismay when he went on to say that people should blow their heads of with a shotgun, if they had one, or an axe. And there seemed to be expressions of disbelief when he suggested that people should take preemptive strikes and shoot anyone they thought looked like a burglar. Better safe than sorry, eh? But those in the media who had expressed any negativity to his ideas were easily dealt with.

Sir John made his way down to the basement of his luxury home, which was worth far more than he even could afford on his massive salary. But then, no-one was going to dare to ask how he could afford this. Not in todays suspicion riddled world, where a dropped photograph, a bag of coke could land you 'inside'. Being a Policeman was huge fun, you could do over anyone you liked. And he quite often had.

He unlocked the padlock on the basement, and the smell hit him straight away. Turning on the light, he saw the three tied up bodies, and on closer inspection he realised the two kiddies were dead. That was a shame, cos he had hoped to have a bit of fun with them. The woman was alive though, and he dragged her into a sitting postion and untapped her mouth.

Well, well Victoria. He smiled. How are you today? Up for a bit of fun? Excellent....

shannon2007

Thanks Gonch, you're changed. Wont let me change Flippers though. Must be cos he's too old

retired_hern1001

btw, my DoB is 10-05-1985, but if you cba to change it, you can just leave it :p

shannon2007

Yup thats fine, changed it

shannon2007

The Filth Trophy - Semi Final
Friday 23rd July 2004
Metropolitan Police v Crystal Palace Reserves
Met. Police Sports Ground, East Molesey. (Attendance: 506)

Metropolitan Police: (4-1-3-2) Lionel Perez; WLKRAS, Binny, Bob Beveridge, Flipsix3; Simon Furnival; David Beckham, displaced_seagul, Faramir; Peacemaker7, Raptor SUBS: Keith Stuart (GK), Spav, Brian Winchester, Tyrone the Mag, Bruno, Gino, Brian of Nazareth, Euan Greenoak, Colin Gricehead


The idea for the tournament came from Sir John Stevens himself. He had donated a trophy, and although the official name was the Sir John Stevens Challenge Shield, the name that stuck was the Filth Trophy. Sir John felt that the tournament, and the fact of his presenting the trophy and medals, would raise his profile, and show people he wasnt just a murdering b-astard. He was an attention seeking murdering b-astard.

Ted was very nervous as he paced about the dressing room. If LP got injured, then Keith would have to play, and that would be a disaster.

I want you to go out and do your best lads. And for feck sake, dont lose or we'll all be in for it. ted told his players.

Well, all except me. Peacemaker7 said smugly, but I'll try and see to it that he goes easy on you. Cept you Rap. He hates you. [/i]

With such uplifing words for the joint assistant manager, they players took to the field in front of 506 hardy souls, most of whom were pigs. Erm, were police officers. There were more than a few nervous looks as the players warmed up, especially when Sir John waltzed in and took his seat in the directors box, making a cut-throat sign towards the still half bewildered Raptor.

The match got underway, with no-one really knowing what to expect. Iain had been too busy chatting up the burds to do any real scouting so far, and so it was impossible to say how good or bad the Palace reserve side were. Then again, the payment of £50k should be enough to keep them sweet. And if it didnt, well the police cells were always waiting for new inhabitants.

The Met made a near perfect start, when PM7 was clean through, but the Palace keeper, Wilkinson had the audicity to save, and displaced couldnt quite get to the follow up. Furnival saw a shot go over the bar, and it was a bright enough start from the Met side. Raptor was through afetr fiftee minutes, but his effort was as terrible as his writing, as it skewed passed the post. Nevertheless, there were signs that this match was there for the winning, and the Palace players looked very, very nervous.

Palace did finally get a shot at goal on 20 minutes, but the effort from Spencer literally bounced off LP, and was booted away to safety. As the game wore on, the Met were still have the better of the play, and PM7, Raptor and displaced all had chances, before displaced sent Raptor free just after half an hour, and this time he finally managed to find the target.

Four minutes later, Palace had a free kick near their own corner flag, which was booted up the park, only to fall at the feet of Furnival, who sent the ball out wide to Faramir, and his deft first time pass found PM7 in the clear, and the Met were two ahead. Things were going well, and Sir John Stevens was beaming in the directors box. At half time, PM7 went off to be replaced by Aussie Spav, and five minutes into the second half, a beautiful dying swan impersonation from Raptor earned the Met a penalty. David Beckham stepped up, brushed his hair back with his hand, then blasted the ball into the back of the net.

Just after the hour, LP, binny, Beckham, Faramir, displaced, and Raptor were all replaced by Keith, Spav, BW, Tyrone, Bruno Gino and Euan. As you would expect, the team lost a bit of its fluency, and Palace managed to pull back two goals, which was hardly surpsing considering who was in goal. Nevertheless, the side hung, and they were into the Final, where they would play Bolton Reserves, who had overcome Bradford City Reserves by 2-1.

It was a promising start, and Stevens left the ground in such a good mood, he forgot to have anyone tortured. But there was more than enough time for that

How They Played:

Lionel Perez 7; WLKRAS 8, Binny 7, Bob Beveridge 8 Flipsix3 7; Simon Furnival 7; David Beckham 7 (1), displaced_seagul (MoM) 9, Faramir 9; Peacemaker7 7(1), Raptor 8(1) SUBS: Keith Stuart (GK) (64) 6, Spav (45) 7, Brian Winchester (64) 7, Tyrone the Mag (64) 6, Bruno (64) 7, Gino (64) 6, Brian of Nazareth (unused), Euan Greenoak (64) 7, Colin Gricehead (unused)

retired_eneko5613

I expected this to be excellent...

...and it is. KUTGW Stu! :thup:

retired_sander

I'm not a totaly useless keeper you know as there is a slight chance they will hit me not the back of the net