Kings of Ice and Flame
Let's get one thing straight immediately: no, we do not build pools. We don't install tile. We don't do estimates on backyard renovations. We don't know a thing about filtration systems.
What we do know is how to make opposing teams cry so hard they could fill an Olympic swimming facility.
Born in the frozen heart of Bells Corners, the White Pool Builders emerged from Bell Arena like a local prophecy fulfilled—a team with a name so confusing, so magnificently absurd, that opponents would spend entire games wondering "Wait, are they contractors?" while we buried pucks past their bewildered goalies.
"We're the White Pool Builders. We don't make pools. We fill them with tears.
Cry harder. We're just getting started."
We have one goal: Make you cry. Not because we're mean. Because it's art. Every tear you shed is a trophy. Every sob from the Orange, the Gold, the Ducks, the Black, the DirtyBuilders—it all goes into the pool. And that pool? It's getting full.
We've watched teams waddle in quacking with confidence. We've seen shadows crumble. We've witnessed golden pride turn into golden tides of sorrow.
Player
Role | Special Ability
Frendo
Charge Leader | Eyes locked on the kill
Coder
Tactical Genius | Cracks the code of every rush and drill
Joshy & Davey
Wall Smashers | Bodies crumble, boards tremble
Matty & Derek
Fuse Lighters | Hear the sirens call
Alex
Speed Demon | Streaking in lines of sparks
Navio
Enigma | The hyphens strike fear
Novak
Lightning Incarnate | Cuts through the cold, devouring hearts
Stevie
Shadow Assassin | Moves like a ghost with a grudge
Mike
Goalie / Last Line | Stands tall in the storm. No one gets through the snow.
We don't have rivals. We have future tear donors.
Orange: Came in bold. Left drained.
Gold: Thought they'd glitter. Got untied.
Ducks: Quacked loud. Sunk fast in their own moat.
Black: Brought darkness. We brought the light.
DirtyBuilders: Worked hard/ Couldn't finish the job before the rain of tears.