JSOCK

~Jsock is pinned, can they get out of this with their whole team? What am I saying?, They are Jsock. ~

The commentator’s voice echoed across the arena. A crowd watched on a huge screen as they cheered.

The Civilians have every side covered. Jock just threw a smoke bomb. The canister hit the wall going further than Jock had planned to throw it. He was relieved when it hit the wall and bounced back. A thick smoke cloud rushed out and he quickly slid to the other side.

~I do not think the Civilians saw that.~

One of the commentators said but it did not matter. They kept firing into the smoke hoping to land a hit.

The commentary went on Jock was focused on the game. He held on to his controller letting his character bunny-hop to prevent any unexpected shots. He crouched and walked slowly towards the civilian players. Who was busy firing at his teammates?

When he was close enough he pressed a combination of keys on his controller. Jock his game character summoned an energy sword he used to cut the player in half. When he was done he slowly walked towards. He walked to the other player and executed him the same way. Immediately he did the third player noticed him and shot him, downing him. Luckily his teammates shot the last player and the match ended.

~And there it is Jsock progresses to the semi-finals. No one expected otherwise but the civilians still have a chance to redeem themselves. They have got to win against ISO to make that possible. Up next on Bloodsport Enraged is JuiceHunters versus ATP~

Jsock jubilated then they went to shake the Civilians commending their play. After all the pleasantries they went back to their locker room.

“That was reckless, executing people while we are under fire?”

Syke said to Jock the moment they got to the locker room.

“It is fine, we won,” Jock said looking at his other teammates. They bowed their heads.

“We have talked about it, and we think you should switch plays. No more unnecessary executions, leaving the team behind to do your own thing. Even if it works you should let us know your plan.”

Syke said and took a face towel and wet it with water. He wiped his face and neck with it.

“What, you are trying to fire me from my team? I am Jock of Jock Sock without me you guys will just be a Sock. I made this team, I am the captain, and no one kicks me out.”

Jock was saying as their manager walked in.

“Actually they can, they raised their concerns about your reckless gameplay. I made the organization aware. They decided to find a way to adapt to your play. If they can not support you in-game the board has asked me to let you go and find someone who can.”

“What is all this really about because we have been winning.”

Jock said looking at the others for answers.

“In the qualifiers, you did not call flash before you threw a flash grenade. It blinded me and got me killed.”

Poolguy said remembering how guns treated him after the match. He even received death threats.

“In the third game in the qualifiers, I called grenade but you ignored me and rushed in. The grenade bounced off you and eliminated us.”

Paine said trying had not to look him in the eye

“Fine, let's see how far you get without me,” Jock said and walked out of the room. Bumping into their manager as he walked out.

“I guess he made our decision for us. Hire the new guy.”

Syke said to the manager immediately after Jock left.

Later that day the news of Jock being let go spread like wildfire. Soon people were directly messaging him. Media outlets reached out for an interview but he did not respond. In the sea of messages was one from Kaimera. He had never heard of a team called Kaimera. He immediately googled them. After a little research, he noticed they were not even on the Bloodsport Enranged ranking.

He did not even bother to read their message. The next day when he went to school people stared at him. As he was walking down the hallway an arm wrapped around his neck.

He did not need to turn to know who it was. It was his best friend. They had been friends since grade school. He was also a gamer but he had not gone pro. His gamer tag is 925 but most people called him Nighto.

“Has your neural kit arrived?” Night asked squeezing Jock’s neck under his arm playfully.

“No, it's supposed to arrive today. Come by so we test it out together.” Jock said following Nighto’s lead steering him in his direction. That afternoon after school Jock searched for Nighto but he was nowhere to be found. He got out to see his mom’s car parked in the parking lot. He walked towards it and went in.

“Nighto is not coming with us today?” Jock’s mother asked and he shook his head. She started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

That day Nighto visited Jock after school.

“Has it arrived already?” Nighto said immediately after he entered the house. Not long after Nighto arrived the doorbell rang and Jock went to check it out. Jock was playing Tiger Eye. An indie game about an investigator. In the game where you play as an investigator, you go around taking pictures of cheating spouses. The more exposure and credibility get the bigger the jobs. Night too over the game when Jock went to answer the door.

“Is that it?” Night asked the moment Jock got back holding a box. Jock nodded and placed it on the ground.

“What brand is that?”

“Nervara,” Jock said and ripped the wrap from the box. He forced the first box open. This revealed the original packaging. A dark blue and white box. There was a strip at the side which he pulled. He opened the box and in it was a manual, a matching blue suit, a Virtual Reality headset, and some other stuff.

Jock smiled as he took out the Neural headset.

“With this, I will be a beast,” Jock said then took out the suit. He went to the room to change into the suit.

In his absence, Nighto turned on the Neural headset. He put it on and tested it out. As he was using the headset a message popped up in front of him. It was from Jsock, he quickly took off the headset. He realized his phone had automatically connected to the headset. He then disconnected it.

“Jock, I have to go. I'll be back later.” Night shouted before stepping out.