When humanity is threatened only the super-powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. All over the continent small seeds of chaotic force have been seeking to control the powers of the National Heroes League. The battle to save the planet has begun.

A rope of snot hangs from the nose of Boston Bruins hero Brad Marchand and a single  tear  rolls down his cheek. His flawless execution of his perfect plan did not give him his win and Brad is mad. He doesn’t veer out of his WereRat shape or utter a word, he just turns from the scene of someone else’s victory in disgust.

Zdeno Chara, master of beasts, inhales deeply of the air through his huge super nose. There is no hint of chaos. Whoever saved the day, his night is perfect.

“Good Job.” The big Bruin says to Morgan Rielly before turning to follow his teammate.

The surviving Mitch Marners converge into a singularity who stands beside Morgan. Auston Matthews approaches from the remains of the chaos seed to stand with his teammates. They watch the Bruins leave, a slight arrogance to their strut despite falling short. As if they truly believe they had a flawless plan. The Maple Leafs know the dirty Bruins well enough to know their tricks and taunts, it still stings to look at them though.

“I hate those guys.” Auston says for the group.

{Editors Note:

I am not an NHL referee and I do not imagine they have an easy job. That said, how can anyone who watches this contest say that the Bruins played a nearly flawless and infraction free game of hockey? Zdeno Chara has a single move for clearing his net, it’s called a crosscheck and I saw at least three, one into Marners numbers as he’s about to receive a pass. If it’s not a cross check than it’s at least interference. And that’s just ONE!!! I defy any person to watch that game and take a shot of brown liqour every time a Bruin gets their stick into the hands of a Leaf. You won’t last a period.

I don’t expect the officials to see everything, but call the game fair for pity’s sake. Except that the refs are human. Raise your hand if you think there’s a chance that resentment and bitterness toward a group of cocky young multimillionaires might effect someones desire to call a hook infraction committed against said group. It’s not fair. Life rarely is. Gods, I hate the Bruins.}