November 21, 2016

Now, I know what you're thinking, "Nashville, what do they have to do with this?" Well, a ton really. There are these two players, who love to cause havoc for opposing teams and let's just say that they were once again up to no good.

Those two being the ex-Hab (Montreal Canadien), PK Subban and the Nashville goon in Mike Ribeiro.

So, I'm just minding my own business, unaware of the dangers I was in - like always - and forgetting that Subban, one of my old Montreal rivals is here. Anyway, I walk by, holding Yzerchuk and heading toward the meal room, when out of the corner of my eyes I see Mike Ribeiro smack Subban on the shoulder.

I halt and spin to them. "You have something to say, Subban?"

The two come toward me and I freeze in place, holding my ground. I know I have two options, one to scream and my team will come lickity split or two, I can use Yzerchuk on them. Either way, I don't think they can hurt me. Surely I should know by now that this isn't going to come out like I hope...and that I should RUN!

The voices in my head scream for me to run as they get closer and Subban steps behind me but I don't do it.

"Yeah, there'll be no one to hear you scream!" Ribeiro sneers as Subban suddenly jumps me from behind.

The Nashville defenseman wraps his arm around Yzerchuk and I, while his other hand, which is covered by a black leather glove, slaps over my mouth, before I can even call out. I kick back at him, panic driving me to just scream into his leather-gloved hand. I hope that maybe I can connect or he'll get lazy and I can actually scream.

Turns out, neither happen though as my vision begins to blur and a funny (okay, let's be real, it wasn't funny at all) smell trickles up into my nose.

That's when the REAL panic and fear floods in.

Chloroform!

Naturally, I begin to struggle, not happy about the knowledge. But I eventually black out in Subban's arms, seeing Ribeiro grab Yzerchuk into his own hands.

When I finally awaken, I find myself tied to a chair. I try to test out the ropework that is securing my wrists in place, but my muscles strain with the effort and I snap my head up to look around at the room I am in. I find that I'm in the skate-sharpening-equipment room and I can see Yzerchuk in the hands of the ex-Canadien, while his friend - Ribeiro - sharpens a skate.

I watch Subban as he walks over to some kind of machine that makes my heart skip a beat in my chest. I know what it is and I know what it does. Yzerchuk! Don't you dare hurt Yzerchuk! I attempt to shout at him, finding out that my mouth has been taped shut. Subban snickers and places Yzerchuk under the...chopper.

I can't help it, I have to struggle and try to break free and save Yzerchuk from getting chopped.

"Say goodbye to your precious magical stick," Subban sneers as he grabs a lever on the side and prepares to shove it down.

"NO!" I try to scream out.

But before he can heave downward, a snarling sound echos, before a giant cat paw knocks down the door and a Sabretooth tiger bounds into the room. It leaps at Subban, knocking Yzerchuk to the ground a few feet away from me.

"Rinnberg!" a new voice shouts out.

The tiger pins Subban to the ground, snarling at him but then snaps his head around to look toward the door. I glance toward the door as well, where I see a tall blond haired man wearing a Nashville Predators jersey with the number 35 on it, standing in the center of the entrance. He has a goalie stick in his hands.

Pekka Rinne!

I attempt to call to him for help, thinking - well hoping moreso - that the goalie for the Predators was on my side and would help out.

Ribeiro spins around from sharpening his skate and throws it at Pekka though. The goalie dodges it and swings his stick around at the forward, clobbering him in the side of the head and sending him stumbling to the side in a daze.

He shakes his head and snatches up a loose stick with the name 'Forsberg' on it and swings back at him with it, while I look on, watching the fight between them. I am stunned and confused and turn to look back at the tiger, who steps back off of Subban, giving him a warning bite.

Then it turns to look at me. I feel myself shake with trepidation and chills run through me. This is it! It's going to eat me! It pads over to me as I squeeze my eyes shut ready to be the snack for a tiger and...bites the ropes binding me, breaking them apart.

I blink, opening my eyes up and instantly ripe the tape from my mouth and then jump to my feet. The tiger grabs Yzerchuk and comes back to me and I realize that this beast is on my side afterall!

I smile at the tiger and pat him on the head as I take my hockey stick from his mouth. "Thanks, uh, Rinnberg."

Rinnberg dips his head almost in a respectful way and then bounds over to Pekka, leaping up and pinning Ribeiro against the wall, threatening him with a bite. Pekka puts his hands on his hips and remarks, "It's about time you helped out. What took you so long?"

Rinnberg turns to him and attempts to communicate with the goalie in cat speak.

"That's not good enough, Rinnberg." Pekka shakes his head.

I stand clutching Yzerchuk and staring at them in utter bewilderment. Who is this Rinnberg? And when did the Predators get a sabretooth tiger? It is Spacey the Panther all over again! I'm so distracted by this, that I forget about Subban.

Subban jumps to his feet and runs for me. But before he can make contact, Rinnberg charges forward and tackles him again. I flinch in shock and then step back as Subban and Rinnberg roll around on the ground, exchanging blows with one another.

Pekka slams Ribeiro against the wall, knocking him out and then darts over to where I am. "Come on, let's get you out of here and back to your teammates, along with Yzerchuk there." He nods his head and grabs my arm.

I am speechless and follow him to the door. The tiger backs off as we reach it and then trots over to us. As it joins us, I can see Subban on the ground, bleeding from scratch marks, before we race off, heading through the maze of hallways back to the dining area, where my team is still inside eating, thankfully.