Big Push

The final installment. The Angels were at the end of their journey. Much had been done since they had set out, one week short week that seemed like a lifetime. They had driven through the night and were finally at their destination. They pulled the van up and slowly climbed out. It was close to the end. They knew the mastermind was in the building in front of them – Holiday Inn Express – a cunning hideout

Cautiously they crept towards the hotel. Inching forwards the Angels advanced until they were finally at the corridor’s end and kicked the door of room 666 open wide to reveal….

TO BE CONTINUED IN BIG PUSH – COMING TO AN ISSUE OF SIDEWALK SOON.

Angel Collins chillaxing outside the hotel.

Their minds reeling, the Angels left the smelly mosher with his luke warm sausage rolls and teen angst and piled back into the van to make their way to the final destination – Nottingham. In order to confront the evil mastermind behind the whole plot, to stare their destiny in the face, to put their years of training to the test. But first they had to stop at the petrol station to get some of those weird coconutty biscuit cake things that look proper rank but always seem kind of appealing in petrol stations. Its probably something to do with the lights they have in there. Besides, you never want to have a row without some kind of snack in you, why do you think there are so many fights outside kebab shops? Exactly.

Once they’d filled the van back up with weird coconutty treats the Angels phoned the Boss to explain the story so far: they updated him on the clues they’d found and their meeting with the weird insider mosher and waited for further instruction. After a spell Powley explained exactly what they were going to do to thwart the whole plot. And so they began.

Czech George stocking up on sickly sausage rolls

You wouldn’t believe the number of people that wear D3′s in Leicester, there were hundreds of them, hundreds. Nev got a clip around the earhole for going up and asking a team of D3 wearing gothy moshers if they had anything they wanted to tell him. They just looked at him blankly through their mascara-y eyes. It probably didn’t help when Nev winked at them and said “Well,
what you got for me?” That was when the clouted him. The weight of their bracelets gave him a headache. He wasn’t happy.

Time passed, moshers came and went. When out of Greggs the Angels heard someone hiss at them. “Pssst” they heard “Oi! Pssst” as a shady figure came lurching out from behind the luke warm sausage rolls. He didn’t look like he knew a lot. In fact he looked more than a bit ropey with his moustache all matted down with Sausage roll grease and his fingers all yellow from quavers. But he had D3s on and he had a pipe. So he was the man. He said he was the forum lurker who had leaked the story in the first place. And then he drew them in close enough to smell the musk on his Slipknot hoody.

And he started talking and then… The Angels finally had the truth. But do they have the time to stop it before its too late?

Shaun gets in training in case the Angels run into some Kung Fu treachery.

At the half way mark, the Angels have made real progress. Their tireless dedication to blending skating with covert reconnaissance in the hope of overhearing key elements of the plan to eradicate skatepark graffiti has paid dividends even after losing Angel Lynn in the line of duty.

After stop offs at a lot of fast food restaurants & supermarkets the Angels decided to rest and drink their fizzy pops and eat their monster munch when they got a call from The Boss, he had heard from a source called Big Daz that he had found some fresh graffiti and he had a lead.

An insider to the operation (Known as Little Dizzle) had told Big Daz they knew a man who was prepared to talk to the Angels, to blow the whistle on the whole plot, to name names and to get to the bottom of everything. The Angels met the whistleblower known as Tommy D and his underground hideout somewhere in the Midlands. He was waiting for them and was be easily recognisable in his purple tracksuit with his name on the back.

The Angels listened while he told them all he knew before packing up the vehicles and heading further North…………..

After the previous days spent skating in Bristol & Wales waiting to overhear anything that could give the Angels their first lead, they finally stumbled across their first break.

DLynn, using his special X-Rated X-Ray eyesight (yes in case you were wondering he can see through womens clothes), spotted a cryptic clue. A quick trip to the lab and Derby library and the newest member of the Angels had managed to decipher its hidden meaning.

The coded message, that many would have unknowingly walked past, in the right hands painted a chilling picture that could only spell disaster for people that like drawing winkies on public property.

Reading between the lines it becomes clear that the plot to eradicate skatepark grafitti goes far deeper than previously expected with meetings scheduled to discuss the earth shattering
repurcussions of the nationwide ban.

But who was behind the meeting? And how do they hope to put it into effect? The Angels, spurred on by their discovery and hot on the scent, push on into the night.

After re-grouping in Bristol The Next Generation set about making a plan to get to the bottom of the dastardly plot to outlaw crap skatepark graffiti. The Angels had been recruited from all over and were made up of Joe O’Donnell, Nev, Shaun Currie (aka Black Shaunamite), Czech George, Nick Remon, Jake Collins, Dennis Lynn and Daryl Dominguez. Each had been recruited for a specific purpose with specific skils to ensure that all bases were covered to reveal the truth and foil the plan.

Time was of the essence and virtually no expense was spared as the thought of a countrywide ban on toilet humour skatepark graffiti doesn’t bear thinking about.

The Angels, armed with a van full of Haribo, cheap fizzy drinks, 20 pairs of Half Cabs and spare boards a-plenty set out to blend into any session they could find to try and get a tip off about the governments intentions and stick it to The Man!

They wasted no time in getting stuck in to the streets of Newport to look for clues that could help with their mission. Here we see brave Angel Nick Remon with a very important find.

Two years since his last assignment, and now living the quiet life in the country, The Boss got a call that everyone had been dreading. The call that meant that it was time to mobilise the troops and organise another trip to Matalan to buy 8 cheap suits. Yes it really is time for Powleys Angels 2.

Rumours had been building for some time on the undisputed source of all skateboarding knowledge, the Sidewalk forum, that indicated that everyone’s biggest fears were soon to be realised: In order to align skateboarding with it’s future Olympic status the government were looking to clean up the sport and introduce legislation to make skateboarding a respectable sport. One of the campaigns included the outlawing of crudely drawn immature skatepark graffiti often depicting male genitalia, thus rendering the skatepark landscape as we know, unrecognisable. There was no way we could let this happen!

But why? And who was to blame? Only one group of skaters/bad actors in Nylon Matalan jackets can get to the bottom of this cruel plan, but is one short week long enough to act in time to stop it? The fate of
skateparks up and down the country rest in the hands of: Powleys Angels 2: The Next Generation.

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