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    Alan stretched his arms, and  glared as his opponent.   The rookie he was up against had a lopsided grin on his face.  Alan stared right into the cores of his eyes, cause the kid to widen his grin and look away. Alan took the entirety of him in, his build, he cloths, how he held him self,  it told Alan his life story and, more importantly, his every move.  The referee raised his hand, "Okay, I want a good game, no pumping, we play to shoot, are you both ready?"  The Rookie placed his right hand in a fist on his other open palm and nodded; Alan moved his left hand behind his back clinching it tightly, he placed his right foot forward , driving him towards his opponent, his fist hovering in mid air before him "Go" he grunted. The referee dropped his hand down quickly and raised it "Rock!", Alan watch for the slightest movement in his opponents hands, "Paper!",  Alan's hand matched up with the Ref's, "Scissors!" Alan's eyes moved up to meet his oppositions', "Shoot!".  Alan dropped his fist down, leaving it in it's hard shape.  His opponent dropped his eyes and pulled his hands away, his middle and index finger still sticking out.  Alan reset his footing as the referee announced the score, the next round would be a wild card, you can never tell what the second throw of a rookie would be, they didn't know enough.  As his fist flew in conjunction with the referee's hand, he began to plan out his next round.  It this one tied, he would throw one more rock, if he lost, he would throw a paper.  "Shoot!"  Alan looked down, the rookie's right hand spread out over it's palm, he let out a small grunt of satisfaction as he saw Alan's hand still locked in it's fist.  The referee held up one finger in each hand "1 all, final round"  Alan looked , the rookie was smiling now, and matching his gaze.  Their hands flew unwatched below them in time with the referee's shouts as they stared each other down.  "Shoot!"  They disconnected their eyes and looked at their hands, Alan's rested wide open in the air.  He mockingly cupped it over the rookies' clenched fist.  Alan dropped his hand and took a step back, "Good game" he extended his hand towards the Rookie.  The Rookie barely mumbled a "Good game" before walking off, in disbelief that what his coach claimed was true.  Alan followed the Rookie and patted him on his back. "Don't worry," He assured him "We're not gonna cut you quite yet"