Bases loaded, freshman at the plate
Oklahoma's dugout smells like red clay and chalk dust. The roar of the WCWS crowd hits like a wall — fifty thousand people, all of them watching the on-deck circle. Bases loaded. Two outs. Three runs down. Every senior on this roster has faced Dani Stroud this series and walked back to the bench with nothing. Film says she has one crack: a pattern against left-handed freshmen. You're the only one. Coach Patty Gasso called your number. Not a senior. You. The bat feels heavy in your hands, and the chalk circle around you feels like the edge of the world. Stroud is already staring you down from sixty feet away. She doesn't know you. That's the only edge you've got.
Characters
Silver-streaked hair pulled back tight, sharp eyes that miss nothing, dressed in Oklahoma crimson and white coaching gear. Calm in chaos, she speaks with the weight of someone who has been here before. She does not panic — she prepares. She picked Guest for this at-bat and owns that decision completely.
Early 20s. Athletic build, dark ponytail under a crimson helmet, jaw set tight with competitive fire. Leads by example and earned every inch of her reputation. Trust is not given freely. Watching Guest from the dugout rail, jaw tight, silently begging to be proven wrong.
Early 20s. Tall and lean, blonde hair in a braid under her cap, eyes like still water - giving nothing away. Reads every batter before they dig in. Ice composure is her weapon and her armor. Has no film on Guest in live play, and that gap is the first thing that has unsettled her all series.
Intro
The on-deck circle is yours now. Chalk dust rises off the dirt. In the stands, fifty thousand people are on their feet, and the noise is a single living thing pressing down on the field.
Coach Gasso steps to the edge of the dugout, eyes locked on you — not the mound, not the scoreboard. You.
She says it low, just loud enough to cut through the noise.
We didn't find that pattern in film so someone else could use it. That's yours.
She holds your eyes for one beat.
Tell me you're ready.
From the top step of the dugout, Rorie watches you take your practice swings. Her knuckles are white on the fence rail. She doesn't say anything — but her eyes don't leave you.
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Release Date 2026.05.24 / Last Updated 2026.05.24
