• Legend of Team Balls


    Team Balls, weird name for a team you think? Well after this you wont.

    The streets of -city-, California seem silent and safe, but behind the trees and flowers and hills of -city-, there lives hell. Gangs, criminals, and scariest of all, angry groups of guys that play different types of sports, using balls, this is where we start off. A gang hideout, a house in a peaceful neighborhood owned by Cody Gold, a.k.a. Lord Balls. In this gang there is brotherly love, ball playing and fights with other gangs. This gang is known as and The Killer Ball, or TKB for short. The gang was out on the streets on day when their rival gang The Evil Pucks walked on to TKB's territory. The Pucks wanted to take over TKB's territory, and would use force to take it. They fired the first shot and hit Lord Balls in the chest, he passed out. He woke up in a hospital; all his gang members were dead, and his territory gone.

    The funeral was hard; he was the only one there. He tried anything to get them back. Praying, voodoo, curses, and even pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but nothing worked.


    4 Months Later

    In Fort Worth, Texas, there was a flyer on the ground, saying, "Have you ever wanted to be in a gang, but never kill or hurt anyone? Well if so come for gang tryouts in -city-, California, at -oddly specific address-." This was picked up by Donald Tanner, a washed out Dallas lawyer. He crumpled it up, and was about to throw it away, and thought to himself, "Am I ever do anything big for anyone, my career has sucked big time." He uncrumpled the paper, and put it in his back pocket. When he got to his house, he wrote down the address, and looked at the bottom and found a phone number, and like the other information, wrote it down. And said out loud to himself, "Am I actually considering this?"

    Roswell, New Mexico at a local diner, this same ad was on the bulletin board with no takers so far. Anthony Bynar, and waiter and bus boy for the diner, caught this ad out of the corner of his eye, and ripped it off the board. "A gang... me..." he whispered. He whipped out his cell phone on his lunch break, and called a local airport, to see how much tickets were to Los Angeles, and made a decision right then and there to take money out of his account for college, and join this gang, but first he had to sneak away from his parents. He screamed out loud, "I Tony Jim Bynar, will make something of my life."

    A big ice-skating in Anchorage, Alaska there was one skater that had been skating for years, but hadn't gotten famous, or even noticed. Benjamin Willis. That night he got a phone call from his friend, Donald Tanner. He was talking about this strange non-violent gang the he was thinking about joining. Ben wanted to know more and seemed interested. They had a long drawn-out conversation, which ended with "I'll join, if you join. Really? Okay I'll meet you in Dallas on Tuesday. See you soon Donald."

    A guy pulled up at Lord Ball's house, knocked on the door, and said, "Are you voting for Craig Mutineer, a republican that's running for president? If so you're making the right choice." He had a cougar tattoo on his left arm. Instead of answering his question, Lord Balls asked his own. "How 'bout instead of waiting your time, on which uptight p***k is gonna be leader of this pot hole, how about you join my non-violent gang?" The republican was crushed, but knew that his father, not him had made him a republican. He said, "I have always wanted to be free to make my own decisions, but a gang? Uh... I'll get back to you." Lord Balls gave him the flyer.

    The next day, Lord Balls's stepbrother Arnold Skylark Stiller came over to Lord Balls's house and discussed the gang terms, Arnold wasn't the nicest guy, and his initials showed it. They gather up hope, but no one came for weeks and weeks, but then they got two calls...