Short Story about skiing

I had to write a short story for english, around 4 pages. so here it is. Not everythings is exactly correct, and i like it that way. and yes i just used some names like wallish and stepp.

*its pretty long for you lazy people*






"In 1st place is... TOM WALLISH!" The crowd went absolutely nuts. Tom "wallnuts" Wallish had just been rated #1 freeskier in New York State. This was one of the greatest moments of his life. Tom hurried up to the podium, holding his Armada Tanner Hall skis in the air. The crowd was so excited, this meant Tom was going to the nationals at Mount Snow, Vermont. As the night rolled through, all the competitors and fans moved from after party to after party. The next few days would be some of the most fun, exciting and challenging days of his life.




Tom awoke on Saturday morning, feeling a bit drowsy. With all the partying him and his buddies did the night before, he was pretty worn out. He had a big trip to make today, all the way from Albany, NY to Mount Snow, Vermont. On the way, him and his buddies Curtis Boulduc and Adrian "adank" Frank listened some beats, to get them all pumped up for the competitions that were about to go down. Stopping at a 7-Eleven for some redbulls and sunchips, Adank saw a rail like no other. It was about 70 feet long, shaped like a huge C, with a small kink in the middle. When Wallnuts and Curtis came back, Adank pointed at it. Both of their mouths dropped. They all went to the trunk, and took out all their gear. While Curtis and Wallnuts were trying to drink redbulls and put on ski boots, Adank was getting the camera setup and gobbling down sunchips. It was a perfect day, nice and sunny, not a cloud in the sky and about 35 degrees, perfect weather for late February . There was still some snow on the ground, at least enough to build a kicker and landing for the rail. After about 2 hours of shoveling, the rail was ready to be slayed. With Adank's Sony VX2100 camera setup on the tripod, it was time. Wallnuts came into the rail with a good amount of speed, popped off the kicker and smoothly slid all 70 feet. It was amazing, first hit and he cleaned it like no other. It was obvious why Tom was rated #1 NY skier. Curtis stepped up, sliding about 50 feet before falling off short. Everyone was pretty psyched , some passerbys had even stopped to watch the action. Wallnuts was all warmed up. He came into the rail, spun 270 degrees, locked onto the rail, slid about 40 feet, jumped and spun 180 degrees, AKA "switchup", greased the last 30 feet and popped another 270 off of the rail. It was amazing, 70 feet of steel was good, but pulling a 270 on, switch up, 270 off was just nuts. Adank and Curtis went nuts, high fives from watchers and cheering from the people loading up on gas. People had never seen such technical freeskiing. It was amazing.




A blue van came skidding to a halt. 3 kids came out, dressed up in XXXL tee shirts and XXXL baggy pants. The infamous Steve "Goblin" Steppe stepped forward. He had a huge ego, thinking he could out do anyone, anywhere. He wore all green, hence his nickname Goblin. He was a pretty good skier, about as good as Wallnuts. There was no doubt some heat between them. "That's our rail." said Steppe, "You better not be trying to beat me at Mount Snow these next few days, I will be named SuperUnknown, and there's nothing you can do about it." Tom had no answer, he was just so happy he slayed that rail. He wasn't worried about becoming SuperUnknown, a video contest for young kids who haven't become pro but are good enough to be. "If I see you losers back here again, we'll be sure to make you leave, the hard way," explained Steppe. "Yeah, you think so, lets go, right now!" yelled Curtis, ready to brawl. "Calm down bro, we'll just get outta here, we've got our footage" explained Tom, not wanting to use any needed energy for the upcoming events. Tom, Curtis and Adank got back into their Ford Explorer, put all their gear in the trunk and sped off.

The crew arrived at the Mount Snow grand lodge at around 6 PM. They were greeted with the premium suites and free room service. They were treated like celebrities , even though they were hardly known by the Vermont folks. They looked out their window, to find a few rails setup and some huge spot lights. It looked like there was going to be a nice little night ski session. Adank explained that he'd rather not go, but hit up the hot tub and pool to find some girls. After all, thats all he did; film skiing and get with hot girls.

Curtis and Tom headed down to the rail park. They saw a big group of kids having fun. They were doing some trains, hitting the rail right after another like a train of people. Tom and Curtis went over, wanting to get in on the action. On the way over, they were stopped short. "I thought I told you guys to stay far away from Mount Snow!" said Steppe, furious that he had some competition. Curtis went to go slug the Goblin, but Tom held him back. "Don't worry about him," said Wallnuts, "We'll show everyone who's better on the slopes, you'll get a chance at him." Curtis and Tom were pretty mad about their collision with Steve and his crew, so they went back to the room to find Adank reviewing some ski footage and sipping on a Redbull. "You guys ready to kick Steve's ass tomorrow?" asked Adrian, looking not too happy. "Yeah man, he's messed with us too much, all we gotta do is win." said Curtis. Tom fell asleep, thinking about the huge competitions he had in the days to come.


Saturday. Competition Day. Wallnuts woke up to the sound of Adanks radio, blasting some Lil Wayne tunes. Curtis was already awake and getting dressed. Adrian was stocking up on tapes and batteries for the camera. Curtis took the case of redbulls out of the fridge and put them in the backpack with their camera and and tripod. It was a cool morning, around 28 degrees. This would make for a fast, icy, slopestyle competion. As the guys rode the lift, they scoped out each feature. At the start there was a 25 foot table, then a 45 foot step down, a 40 foot flat down rail and finally a 65 foot booter to end it off. Tom was visualizing each trick in his head. He took a few practice runs, speed checking each jump and the huge rail. He was wondering if he'd have enough speed to fly over the flat section, and land on the down part. This was called a disaster, because if you didn't get enough speed, there would be a disaster. Each lap he took down the park, he threw small tricks to make sure he'd have enough rotation and speed for bigger tricks in his actual run. By 1:30, it was time for the competition. There was tons of kids now, around 150 kids. The competition was setup that each person only got one run, and the top 20 made it to the Rail Jam on Sunday, the final showdown. Wallnuts managed to see Steve Stepp showing off his new 2008 gear to crowd, not such a suprise. The crew took the chair to the top, scoping out the features one last time. Tom was seeing himself go off the jump, rotation, pulling his grab and stomping the landing. He waited, and waited, and waited for his turn at the top of the run. The judge had 5 more names left to call, and 2 of them were Steve Stepp and Tom Wallish.

"Up next, Steve Stepp, also known as the Green Goblin, such a good skier, here he comes!" Steve glared at Wallnuts for a second, and then pushed hard off the starting line. He approached the first 25 footer with decent speed, throwing down a nice 540. Landing switch, he came fast into the 45 footer, and threw a huge switch 7 with a mute grab. He stomped the trick, it was smooth and technical. He buttered so he was skiing forwards again, and hit the flat down, pulled a switchup at the down section and 270'd off. This was no joke, Steve Stepp was nuts. He came into the last booter, with lots of speed. He popped hard off the lip, spun unnatural and pulled a 900 critical grab, stomping the landing hard. He skidded into the finish with a huge grin, and pointed up hill at Wallish. "Beat that!" said Steve, with lots of satisfaction. "Tom Wallish is up right now, here he comes!" Tom gunned it off the starting gate, and came hard into the 25 footer, with lots of speed, he pulled a nice 540. Moving fast into the 45 footer, he pulled a huge switch 720 with a mute grab, just like Steve. Slowing down into the flatdown, he popped on, pulled a switchup onto the down part and did a 270 off.


"What is he thinking? Wallnuts is pulling the same thing as Steve, Will he go big on the booter?" That was exactly what Tom was thinking. Coming hard and fast into the 65 footer, He popped hard off the lip, spun a huge 1080 grabing both of his skis like a truck driver, he was looking for the landing on his last 180 degrees but then crack. He had come up 90 degrees short, landing sideways and tumbling down the landing. He got up, very slowly. The crowd was silent, he pumped his fists into the air. He was alright, but was the effort enough to get him into the finals on Sunday? "Tom wallish, 20th place" said the announcer. Tom had just made the cut. He was so happy that even after his hard fall, he was able to compete in the finals. Curtis and Adank ran over and gave him high fives. "Excuse me, Excuse me, there has been a change in schedule. The Rail Jam finals are starting right now!" explained the announcer. Curtis and Adank looked at Wallish, looking a bit worried, he needed some rest. Curtis threw Wallish a redbull. "That should do it." said Wallish, a bit more energized. The crowd and competitors moved over to the rail park, where one huge flat down rail was setup. It was huge, about 60 feet long.

"Steve Stepp, now up, placed 1st in the slopestyle, has a huge chance at winning this competition." Steve flew down the starting ramp, pulled a 270 onto the rail, did a switchup onto the down, and pulled a 450 off. Steve slid into the podium section, and pumped his fists. This one would be hard to beat. "Tom Wallnuts Wallish, up next, had a bad fall on the slopestyle, not sure if he can hold up his game." Tom was pumped, music blaring in his ears, his mind bumping to the beat flew down the ramp. With about three times the speed of Steve, he was cruising fast. He popped hard off the kicker, threw his shoulder down spinning 630 degrees and slamming down on the downrail, quickly popping a 270 off. He skidded into the finish line. The crowd went absolutly nuts. All he could hear was cheeing from the crowd, his music was totally blown away. He pumped his skis into the air and they went even more nuts. "Tom Wallish is the winner of the National Youngins Finals at Mount Snow!!!" yelled the judges. Tom was so happy, Curtis and Adank ran over. "I got that on film, I got that on film!" yelled Adrian in excitement. Steve and his crew came over looking a little mad. "Nice job there kid, I like the way you ride." explained Stepp, feeling a little guilty. The SuperUnknown judges came over. "Kid, you are just amazing, would you like to be the SuperUnknown of 2007?" said the judge. Tom was so happy he was speachless. He threw his skis in the air. Tom "wallnuts" Wallish was now SuperUnknown 2007. He had gone from a young, unknown New York skier to the most well known freeskier in the country.