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Cup Check - Game 7
The camera opens to Steve with his head in his hands. He looks up. What his life.
"I need to stop talking. Things. Keep happening. So, the Vegas Golden Knights win the Stanley Cup in their inaugural year. If that can happen, anything else can too, why not? Is anything real? who knows!
I'm happy for them, I really am. I don't know how happy the Knights were after FLEURY TURNED ALL THE WAY INTO A HUGE DRAGON!!! AND THEN PROCEEDED TO SCOOP UP THE ENTIRE TEAM!!! Just covered them up like he does with pucks. Guess we know what his hoard is, like for any self-respecting dragon (and how is that a phrase I have to utter in a hockey video, I don't even know) it's a nice pile of gold...en knights. He turned back eventually, but still. That happened.
Oh, and Bettman passed out. Nobody paid attention to him, because of the FUCK-OFF HUGE MYTHICAL CREATURE ON CENTER ICE!!!"
"It's simultaneously the scariest and funniest thing they've ever seen.
It started like this. The Knights won and there was much rejoicing for the approximately 3 seconds between the final buzzer sounding and Flower exploding upwards into flight, then exploding outwards into an honest to god semi-truck sized fucking dragon. A dragon Flower who then proceeded to magic the Cup onto the ice, enlarge it and start swooping down to collect his team like chicks straying from the nest. Which led to the current predicament, a dragon Flower, proudly perched atop a 30-foot tall Stanley Cup filled with the entire Golden Knights roster, and no one with any idea how to fix it. They've attempted cajoling, bribery, fake tears from the players, Gallant's coach voice, Holtby even tried to appeal to Flower. They're honestly out of ideas when Vero appears.
Vero takes in the entire situation with an arched eyebrow before focusing on her husband. (Ovi's never seen anything the size of multiple elephants try to cower before, but Fleury gives it his best shot). As Vero stands there, the Cup and Flower start shrinking, slowly becoming their normal height. Players start jumping out around 10 feet, hanging over the side and dropping to the ice until all that's left is a small Flower dragon clutching the edge of the Cup in his claws and peering over the side at Vero with innocent looking eyes. Vero shakes her head, "Marc-Andre..."
He ducks out of sight, letting out a series of insistent chirps and smoke puffs, before curling up in the bowl."