George hums as he slots his helmet over his hair, sliding on all of his hockey gear with a smirk. This was his game, he could feel it. This match was against their rivals, the gators. George grimaced with a groan, his body stiffening as he reached over to grab his stick, and shook out his nerves.

He waved to the roaring crowd as he was introduced, smiling cockily as his name flashed on the big screen. George Davidson. “404.” George smiled at the nickname. they called him that since he was so skilled, practically no one knew where the puck was when he had it. George skated onto the ice, stopping abruptly and showering powdered snow as he did so. The crowd roared all the same. He smirked, nodding as each of his teammates were introduced as well.