BAM!!!
Simbazz was clearly irritated, as he slammed his first onto the table. It was a dimly lit room, no windows and just a few bulbs for light. Dust had seemingly collected everywhere, and the table was littered with papers and pictures. Sitting around the table was Colin with his old-man glasses and walking stick, Zorax with a pair of shades and an blackberry in his hand, and Rhys who was half asleep...
'God damn it! That just won't do! This is PCPL 3 for Christ's sake! We have to make it special!'
The room itself wasn't very large. It was round and had just the single door, which was locked and bolted shut. Simbazz picked up the papers and started reading them...
'Nasser Hussain, Arjuna Ranatunga, Michael Vaughan, Sanjay Manjrekar, Courtney Walsh...are these the best names you could find!!!!'
He throws the papers down in rage, and starts storming around the room. Zorax looks up from his blackberry...
'The best I could find who were willing and, well, alive...'
'But they aren't Legends, goddamn it! None of them!'
Rhys, probably still in his sleep, speaks up...
'They're...*snort*...sorta like....*yawn*...legends...'
Rhys falls back in his chair and starts to snore...
'Well 'sorta' isn't good enough! I want us to have legends, the real legends. Sydney Barnes, Don Bradman, WG Grace, Sunil Gavaskar, Ian Botham...'
Colin decides to speak up...
'Well sonny, there is a bit of a problem with that. Most of those guys are dead.'
'Yea, and the last two guys are OOOOOLLLDDDD. They make Mr. OAP here look young...'
Colin whacks Zorax with his walking stick while Simbazz pacing about the room, treading on torn scraps of paper with list of names, interactions with several cricketers, and financial reports. Zorax starts messing about on his blackberry again while Colin decides to take a bit of a snooze as well...
'No, no...this isn't good. We need those legends, I MUST have these legends!! There must be some way we can get these Legends to play...some way...I know, we can clone them!'
'Uhh...sorry boss, we've got that government ban on using cloning technology ever since the whole Halloween fiasco...'
'Umm...okay then, how about we dig up their corpses and bring them back to life?'
'I think some of our players are going to have a problem playing with decaying Zombies...'
Zorax smirks as Simbazz keeps walking around...
'Uhh...I know! We can't...No....they have laws against that...'
Simbazz sits down and puts his head in his hands...
'Face it Simbazz, the only way we're getting these legends to take part is if we went back in time in a time machine and kidnapped them and brought them here...'
Zorax chuckles and gets to work on his blackberry again while Simbazz stops, and looks up...
'Now, I suggest we call up Nass and Gareme Hick soon, because they have this commentary gig coming up...'
'That's...Genius!'
Zorax stops what he is doing. He puts down the blackberry and pulls off his shades...
'What is?'
'A time machine. How...perfect!'
'You're kidding me right? I was joking...'
'Well I'm serious! That's what we will do!'
Simbazz stands, excited and re-energised and slams his fist on the table again, waking up Colin and Rhys.
'Wait, what? How will we get a time machine???'
'I'll build it!!!'
'You'll build a Crime Machine? I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up, my hearing isn't what it used to be...'
'A Time Machine Colin! A Time Machine! We'll go back in time and bring the greatest legends in the game to play here, with us, in the PCPL!!!'
'Pfft, wake me up when that happens'
'I think you've gone insane Simbo'
'What's the BCDL?'
'Wait and watch boys, you just wait and watch...MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!'
3 weeks later...
We're back in the dingy, dusty old room. Except this time Simbazz is all alone, standing proud in front of a large, covered object. He looks unshaven and unshowered, with a maniacal glean in his eye...
Suddenly, the door bursts open. Zorax and Rhys walk in while Colin hobbles in behind them...
'Pee-hew, you stink Simon...'
'That's the smell of success boys, the smell of success!'
'Don't tell me...you actually built the time machine?'
'Well, you tell me...'
Simbazz pulls the cloth off the large object. We see a strange contraption standing in front of them, kinda like a large elevator covered in lights, buttons, levers and clocks. Simbazz rushes excitedly to it and starts pressing buttons and pulling levers while Zorax, Rhys and Colin look on in awe. Suddenly, the machine whirs to life...
'I've spent 3 weeks perfecting this beauty! I haven't slept, eaten...'
'Bathed'
'That too, but it's worth it! It'll all be worth it!!! Soon, some of cricket's biggest Legends from all times and eras will be playing in the PCPL!! Botham, Barnes, Richards, Marshall...all playing against each other! It'll be epic!
'How do we know this thing even works?'
'I'll show you!'
And without any notice, Simbazz grabs Zorax, Rhys and Colin and shoves them into the machine, smashes a few more buttons, and steps in himself!
'Hey!!!'
'Let us out of here!!'
'I need to go to the bathroom!'
Simbazz starts hammering buttons on the machine rapidly, with the look of a man possessed. Zorax and Rhys look on worriedly, Colin has fallen asleep...
'Simbazz, I think you are starting to get a bit delusional. Why don't we stop with this nonsense and take you to a nice, clean bed...'
Suddenly, the machine becomes to vibrate wildly, and hovers above the ground. The machine starts to emit a strangle glow as Rhys and Zorax look on shocked...
'This is is gentlemen! Time for us to make history! This year shall be...The Year...of the Legends!!! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!'
Too steel doors slam shut locking the four occupants in. A loud screeching sounds is heard, followed by a bright flash of light and a loud BOOOOOM!!!!!
The dust in the room settles down, and we see it is empty, with the machine, and it's occupants no where to be found.
Our journey had begun.