Listen, we all knew this was coming.
The boys as hockey players featuring Elias and Rorke
Keegan
Defenseman. Quiet, mean, impossible to move off the puck. Takes hits like a brick wall with a pulse. Doesn’t celly much, just gives one dead-eyed nod after absolutely flattening someone into the boards. Secretly tapes his stick with obsessive precision.
Ajax
Power forward. Big, fast, loud, charming. The guy chirping opponents while grinning through his mouthguard. Scores greasy net-front goals and immediately points at Keegan like, “THAT WAS FOR YOU, BABY.” Beloved by fans. Menace in the locker room.
Merrick
Goalie. No debate. Terrifyingly calm. Veteran presence. Stares down shooters like they personally disappointed him. Post-game interviews are three-word answers. Has the ugliest, most sacred superstition routine known to man. Think Sidney Crosby but... worse.
Kick
Agitating winger. Not the biggest, not the strongest, but he’s fast, slippery, and psychologically damaging. Chirps so specific players leave the ice questioning their life choices. Keeps trying illegal stick modifications “for science.” Chews his mouthguard to absolute hell.
Logan
Two-way center. Smart, disciplined, quietly nasty when needed. Excellent vision, beautiful passing, responsible defensively. Looks innocent until he steals the puck and ruins your entire shift.
Hesh
Stay-at-home defenseman. Protective as hell. Always between Logan and trouble. Blocks shots like he has no survival instinct. The guy who grabs someone by the jersey after a late hit and says, very calmly, “Don’t touch my brother.”
Elias
Old-school coach. Gruff, strategic, terrifying clipboard energy. Gives speeches that make grown men sit up straighter. Would absolutely say, “You play for the man beside you,” and somehow make everyone ready to die on the ice.
Rorke
Former franchise captain turned rival coach/player. Was legendary once, now fueled entirely by spite. Knows every weakness because he helped build half the team. Every matchup against him feels personal, ugly, and playoff-level violent.
Kick just sounds like Brad Marchand














