Jeremy looks at Luke as he's finishing the last bite of his steak and asparagus, knowing that Luke has come up with attractive half-thought-through plans and ideas in the past but always will listen to his ideas. Jeremy shallows his bite and says, " I'm interested in hearing about your " perfect plan " for Alexandra's training. "
Luke continues to explain his plan: " Since Omaha is coming down to play Denver in week four of the season, how about I have my coach Mike Jones help you coach Alexander a day before game day? I'll have the team come down a day before if you agree to pay for food and lodging for the team with that extra day in exchange for Mike's help coaching Alexandra. What do you think? "Now a little information on Mike Jones, He was an All-pro linebacker for the New York Titans; he played eleven years in the NAFL for the Titans. Jones was also a nightmare for offenses and an All-American linebacker at the University of Florida State. Mike Jones led the Omaha cattlemen to their first League title the year before.Jeremy, can't believe that Luke came up with a decent plan for once, answers Luke: " That's a pretty good idea, Luke. I like it, and I'm willing to make that deal. I hope you're willing to be friends after the Cannibals devour the Cattlemen."They both laugh, and Luke and Jeremy shake hands on the deal. They finish up at the steakhouse a little bit later and go to a cigar lounge for a nightcap to finish out the night. Jeremy offered Luke to stay at his house, but Luke politely declined to state that he could stay at the hotel and use it as a business expense.They go their separate ways; while headed home Jeremy thinks about what he was going to do about coaching Alexandra. He honestly does want to help her, on top of sticking it to Terrell Hillis, but Alexandra deserved to be on the Cannibals this year. Jeremy thinks for a bit; after getting home and getting ready to take a shower to get cleaned up for bed, he decides after thinking that Alexandra needs to pick a spot as a linebacker so that Jeremy can best train her to maximize her skill set. Jeremy thinks about how about set up Alexandra for success till he falls asleep naked in his king bed in downtown Denver.When he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the hit that ended his career. Jeremy steps up to the offensive line and surveys the defense. He sees the defense faking like they were going to do an all-out blitz; Jeremy sees right through the disguise and sees that the defense is going to do an overload blitz on the weak side; Jeremy shouts out an audible for the offensive line to shift to the left to cover the blitz. He wanted to check the coverage quickly, and he motioned the fullback to align up by the tight end, then motioned him over by the left tackle.He then motioned the wide receiver to the tight end and motioned back to his usual spot. As the receiver is in motion, Jeremy sees the cornerback following the receiver, so he knows exactly what the defense will do coverage-wise; he fake hikes and sees the safeties flinch back. It's an overload blitz cover two-man with the linebackers doing zone coverage except for the right side Mike linebacker and the will linebacker blitzing on the overload. Jeremy grins as he snaps the ball; he heads to the running back and fakes the handoff while rolling out laser-focused on the wide-open receiver. He goes to throw the ball, then BOOM!!Jeremy has a hypnic jerk and wakes up scared, grabbing his elbow and knee, sweating profusely, and deep breathing. Jeremy starts waking up while realizing that he just had a nightmare about the hit that ended his career, and that has never happened before to him. He gets in the shower to rinse off the sweat; while he's in the shower, Jeremy tries to figure out why he had the nightmare of the hit. It's been over three years since it happened, and now the nightmare that seemed like it just happened. Jeremy cooks a classic English breakfast without the blood pudding, along with an Irish coffee. He sat down and ate his breakfast, checking emails and reviewing all his business/ investment reports while watching TV.Once he finishes breakfast and reviews reports, he starts his workout routine by running on the treadmill. His workout consisted of curls, single-arm dumbbell presses, single-arm dumbbell rows, lunge rotational twists, Back "Y" raises, fire hydrants, side isometric wall pushes, Dumbbell back fly, shoulder rotations, and the leg press. Jeremy liked working out because he could release his frustration and anger productively. His workout helped him out as a quarterback, but he needed a workout for Alexandra if she needed or wanted one because everyone's different some players enjoy working out, and some don't. While Jeremy was thinking about a workout for Alexandra, he started prepping for the first of two preseason games for the Cannibals.He wanted to make sure that everyone in the family would be entertained at the games because he knew that not everyone in the family are football fans. His mother absolutely hated football and all sports, but she understood his love of sports; she would've instead Jeremy gone into baseball instead of football. She was thrilled when Jeremy retired from football, especially after getting injured. Even though he hates football now, Jeremy wants to ensure that fans and their families are taken care of because the fans were always there for him, and it wasn't the fans' fault that he got injured and couldn't play again.He would sign anything for the fans or stop and take a picture for fans, and he always made sure that he took care of them. It was about time for Jeremy to head to the Coliseum for practice and get to coach Alexandra. When Jeremy got to the arena, Alexandra was already there waiting for him, and he was impressed that she was early as practice didn't start for another hour. Alexandra followed Jeremy into the arena, and she first went to the field while Jeremy went to his office to take care of some things.Alexandra holding her workout bag is standing at midfield, envisioning playing on this field for the Cannibals, where she'd be the star linebacker making tackles, intercepting footballs, and making big hits. Alexandra had a hard life, but she worked to get what she wanted out of life, and things were finally falling into place for her.Alexandra is taken out of her vision by someone yelling; when she comes to, Terrell screams at her, stating: " You're not allowed to be here. You were cut yesterday, and it's a closed practice. Get Lost NOW. "Alexandra, with a chip on her shoulder, fires back," Your boss, Mr. Davis, invited me here, and I'm not practicing with the team. You don't need to be rude to people just because you don't like how things are going. It also seems like you have a problem with me, I don't know what I did to you, but you need to take it down a few notches. "Terrell Hillis' blood is boiling, and irritated yells back in her face, " I'll see about that with Mr. Davis. You don't get to tell me what to do, and you need to go back home and get in the kitchen where you should be."Alexandra was about to retort when Jeremy coming from the other end of the field, yelled, " TERRELL, Shut your DAMN mouth. It would be best if you didn't treat anyone like that, that's strike one, and I should fire you right now; I'm going to be looking into your contract concerning your conduct. Right now, You're looking at a fine of one week unpaid with a possible termination after I look at your contract for conduct detrimental to the team. I hope you didn't cost the team a partnership, Terrell." he said before looking over to Alexandra and lowering his tone, "Ms. Jordan, I'm so sorry that my head coach treated you so poorly. I hope you will consider us as a partner despite the treatment that you have received so far. "Alexandra picking up what Jeremy was doing, replied, " Well, Mr. Davis, we'll have to see, and we have much to talk about; let's talk during practice at your usual spot? "Jeremy smiles and says, " Yes, ma'am, at midfield, about 20 rows up where the desk is at. "Alexandra turns and heads to the spot that was talked about.Terrell, enraged at Jeremy, sternly says, " I don't know what you're trying to do, but I will not stand for your shenanigans. This is my team, and you're not going to fine me. It would be best if you let me do my job and left me to run the team. "Jeremy, disgusted with Terrell, replies, " Get it through your thick head that it's not your team, it's my team, and I am letting you run the team this year. You're walking on thin ice from now on, I WILL be fining you the bare minimum with possible termination, and if you keep pushing your luck with me, I'll take it to the news outlets that you were fined or fired due to conduct detrimental to the team. You'll be lucky to get another coaching job after that. Now get ready for practice. "Terrell Hillis, huffing and puffing, turns and heads to the locker room, muttering under his breath.Jeremy heads to where Alexandra is sitting at. Once Jeremy gets to Alexandra, he sits down and apologizes, " I'm so sorry for that interaction; you should n
It was April 28, 1998, and Alexandra Jordan was born to Thomas Jordan and Katherine Wells. Thomas was an All-American Quarterback for the University of Mississippi, and Katherine just started law school student recently graduating from the University of Colorado with a bachelor's degree when Alexandra was born. They weren't sure how they would raise a child while in college, but they were bound and determined to make it work.Alexandra always enjoyed being at the games, even when she was a baby. Her dad was a late-round draft pick in the NAFL and bounced around the league for a few years, mainly as a backup. Alexandra never missed a game of her dad's.Her mother became a lawyer and worked up to owning her law firm. Katherine held down the family home base in Oxford, MS, and went to Thomas's games on the weekends.The first spark of Alexandra's love of football came when her dad was with the New York Titans. Alexandra was allowed to go with her dad to practice when she was four years o
While Alexandra is stretching, Jeremy speaks up, saying, " Since I'm going to be coaching you and we're going to be spending more time together. Why don't you tell me about yourself to better coach you. "Alexandra looks up while stretching and replies, " Well, where do I start? " she thinks, considering how much to share with him as she doesn't like nor want to talk about herself.Jeremy sighs and shifts his weight from foot to foot as he thinks about what he wants to know about her. After all, he is trying to be a gentleman and not look or stare at her butt. Jeremy doesn't want her to see him as any other pig of a guy that treats women like objects. Furthermore, he wouldn't look at any other player that way, and he doesn't want to treat her differently based on her gender.There was something about Alexandra that she mysteriously took Jeremy. He also wondered to himself why he was having nightmares about his hit. It's like there was something in his mind banging at a trap door to ge
They both got done at about the same time. Jeremy came downstairs wearing a sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants and instantly stopped when he saw Alexandra starting to jog on the treadmill; her leggings emphasized her shape and made her butt stand out.As much as Jeremy was a gentleman, he couldn't resist the tractor beam of her leggings. He shook his body to refocus as he needed to be a coach for Alexandra.As she was wrapping up warming up for training, Jeremy let her know that a buddy of his who was currently playing linebacker in NAFL for Houston sent him a workout that should work for her with some modifications. He gave Alexandra the printed workout to get her thoughts.She examined it and agreed to try it out with some changes, as Cupid sent Jeremy the reps and sets that he used.As they started the workout, Alexandra spoke up, " I thought about this more from yesterday regarding you asking questions about me to coach me better and get to know me. I thought it would only be fa
As Alexandra falls asleep, she dreams of Jeremy. Alexandra is in Jeremy's kitchen; Jeremy has just gotten home and comes toward her, smiling with satisfaction with having caught sight of Alexandra.Alexandra notices the fire of passion in Jeremy's eyes as he moves toward her." How was your day? " Alexandra says serenely at the sight of Jeremy." It was alright, but it's better now. " Jeremy quickly says." How is it bet... " Alexandra made an effort to respond but couldn't complete her question as Jeremy reached her and kissed her on the lips passionately. She ceases trying to finish her sentence; lets herself embrace the moment as she knows what he implied. She lets out a small moan; as she moans, he has to taste her; he starts to galocher with her." O Mon Amour, " He gasps as he kisses down her neck while lightly caressing her body with his hands starting with her fingertips and moving down her arms towards her navel. He takes her shirt off and then kisses her on those jaw-droppin
The table is shaking; she's going that hard. She can feel that he's about to explode, and she vice-grips his sword with a few more hard thrusts; they both will get ecstasy. Right before she's finished, Alexandra wakes up throwing herself up, sweating, breathing hard, and extremely wet. " I can't believe this; I had a wet dream about Jeremy, and I'm still horny. " she thinks.Alexandra huffs and puffs as she needs to take care of herself, but she has to prepare for the tryouts. She grabs her bullet and heads for the shower to accomplish both. " Jeremy will be at the tryouts; what will I do? I don't want to see him immediately, not after my dream. You know what? I'm going to concentrate on the tryouts and ignore him. " thinking to herself.She gets ready for the day and heads out to the tryouts. Once she gets to the field, she heads to the coaches to check in for the tryouts.Coach Kuttin sees her and says, " Alex, you don't need to be here. You have earned a spot on the team, or are yo
"Ditto..." Heather chirped, her jaw nearly dropping. "Well, is it... Ok?" Alexandra asked, noticing the blank look on the girl's face. The pair exchanged a look before Heather said. "If the sex came in fabric form... You found it. We love it." Alexandra rolled her eyes. "I still want to look classy, ya know." "You look amazing. Trust us; I wish like hell I could look that fabulous." Just then, a sales girl peeked in the private dressing area. "Parden me ladies, I couldn't help but overhear. I should let you know that Mr. Davis is extending his tab to cover your friends if they want to peruse our selection. We do have nonformal accessories, as well as shoes." Heather slapped the arm of the chair and pointed at Alexandra. "Girl, if you don't marry him, I will." Soon after, they check out, each getting a dress, accessories, and a pair of heels as they didn't want to take advantage of Jeremy's generosity. Alexandra heads to get ready for the special event that Jeremy is taking her
Then Jeremy pops the big question: " How would you like to be kissed? "Alexandra finishing her bite of cheesecake, looks at him a little shocked, then says with a sassy smirk, " You know, I always thought that everyone should strive to have chivalry. It used to be so noble to have chivalry that great knights would have the combined qualities that made up chivalry. When women are chivalrous, they should be honored for doing so, while men should have it in their mind that it should be a standard to be chivalrous and strive to be noble like a knight. When men are chivalrous, they show their feminine side, showing that they are thinking about others above themselves and also caring for others. You're the prime example of the modern-day chivalrous knight. You're always putting others first and taking care of them. You make sure that everyone is treated fairly and equally. Even now, instead of taking a chance with a 50/50 chance of succeeding or ruining a perfectly good relationship, You a
Sunday morning broke crisp and clear over Denver, but Jeremy Davis barely noticed the spring sunlight streaming through the Coliseum’s high windows. He was already at the stadium, dressed in a sharp navy suit, tie knotted just so, hair combed with the care of a man who knew the cameras would catch every detail. The Cannibals’ home turf was quiet for now, but the air buzzed with the promise of attention-ESPN, Fox Sports, and, later, the local 9 News crew were all coming to get their piece of the comeback story.Jeremy checked his phone for the third time in as many minutes. No new texts from Alexandra, but her message from the night before still glowed on his screen: “I’m coming with you to the ranch. See you soon.” He smiled, nerves and excitement tangling in his chest. But first, he had to get through the gauntlet of interviews.ESPN: The Comeback KidThe ESPN crew arrived first, setting up lights and cameras in the Cannibals’ media room. Jeremy shook hands with the producer, then to
The echoes of the game still lingered in the Denver Coliseum’s corridors, but Jeremy Davis felt like he was walking into a new world. Clean-shaven, hair still damp from the shower, he straightened the cuffs of his tailored suit-a tradition he’d kept since his earliest days as a player. On GameDay, he dressed for the part, and tonight, he wanted everything to be perfect. This wasn’t just any post-game dinner. This was Alexandra.He waited outside the women’s locker room, hands fidgeting with his phone, nerves fluttering in his stomach. Every detail had to go right. He replayed the game in his mind, every throw, every call, but it was Alexandra’s smile after her game-winning touchdown that kept flashing in his memory. He wanted that smile to last forever.The locker room door swung open, and Alexandra emerged, hair still a little damp, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. She wore a simple black dress and a leather jacket, her Cannibals duffel slung over her shoulder. She caught sight of Jeremy
Saturday dawned over Denver with a sky so blue it looked painted, the kind of day that begged for something big, something unforgettable. The city buzzed with anticipation, every sports bar and living room tuned to the same story: Jeremy Davis, once the heart of the Denver Mustangs, now owner and GM of the Colorado Cannibals, was making his improbable comeback as quarterback. The Cannibals’ season, their locker room, and maybe even Jeremy’s own future, all hung in the balance.Inside the Denver Coliseum, the energy was electric. Fans poured in, faces painted, jerseys new and old, the stands a sea of black, crimson, and silver. Reporters from ESPN, Fox Sports, and every local station milled around the field, their cameras trained on the tunnel where the Cannibals would soon emerge. The air vibrated with the thump of bass-heavy music and the distant scent of popcorn and hope.But beneath the surface, nerves ran high.Pre-Game TensionIn the Cannibals’ locker room, Jeremy sat at his cubb
Monday night settled over the Front Range, the Denver skyline twinkling in the distance as Jeremy Davis sat alone in his office at the Coliseum. The echo of practice still lingered in his bones, his arm throbbing with a dull ache that felt both familiar and foreign. Somehow, word had gotten out-maybe a trainer, maybe a player with a loose tongue, maybe just the way news always seemed to find its way to the surface when you least wanted it to.Jeremy Davis was unretiring. The Cannibals’ owner and general manager was going to suit up and play quarterback.Now, ESPN, Fox Sports, local news, and every other sports outlet in the region wanted a piece of him. His phone had been buzzing all evening, interview requests stacking up like blitzing linebackers. He didn’t want to be a distraction, didn’t want the circus to swallow the team whole, so he’d scheduled every interview for after Saturday’s game. He made sure the networks knew: this wasn’t just about him. They’d get to talk to the whole
The Monday morning sun glinted off the glass facade of the Denver Coliseum, but Jeremy Davis barely noticed as he strode through the side entrance, phone pressed tight to his ear. He’d barely slept, his mind a storm of doubt, hope, and fear. The league’s decision would come today. Would he be allowed to play? Or would his last shot at redemption slip away before it even began?He checked his phone for the hundredth time. No call yet from Commissioner Helton. He tried to focus on the Cannibals-on the team, on Trisha, on the promise he’d made to her-but his thoughts kept drifting to Alexandra.He hadn’t seen her since the hospital, but her words from their last real conversation echoed in his mind: If you want to get back to the NAFL, you have to fight for it. For yourself. For us.He wondered if “us” meant what it used to.A League DecisionIn his office, Jeremy paced, waiting for the call. When his phone finally rang, he answered on the first ring. “Jeremy Davis.”“Jeremy, it’s Larry
Sunday night settled over the Wild West Indoor Football League with a tension that was almost physical. In homes and offices across the Midwest, team owners and executives logged into a hastily arranged video conference, their faces flickering into view in a checkerboard of anticipation, rivalry, and curiosity. At the center of it all, in a quiet home office lined with league memorabilia, Commissioner Larry Helton adjusted his tie and prepared to referee what promised to be a stormy debate.Jeremy Davis was not on the call. He’d made his request official that afternoon, citing the Cannibals’ extenuating circumstances after Trisha Steinmetz’s devastating injury. The league’s bylaws were clear: an owner could only play for their team if two-thirds of the league’s owners approved, and only in “extraordinary situations.” It was up to the rest of the league to decide if this was one of those moments.Larry’s screen filled with familiar names and faces: Chad Ross of the Wyoming Cavaliers, F
Sunday afternoon sunlight spilled in golden patches through the hospital’s windows as Jeremy Davis made his way down the corridor, the familiar, antiseptic scent a jarring reminder of the night before. His phone buzzed in his pocket-another message from Jenifer, another update from the Cannibals’ staff-but he ignored it for now. There was only one thing on his mind: Trisha Steinmetz.Her text had come early that morning, brief but direct:“Jeremy, if you have time, I’d like to see you today. Room 427.”He’d barely slept, replaying every snap, every decision, every what-if from the previous game on top of when he does sleep, he has a nightmare of his own injuries. The Cannibals’ opener had been a triumph and a tragedy-an electric blowout soured by Trisha’s collapse and the news that followed. Now, as he reached her door, Jeremy steeled himself for the conversation he both dreaded and needed.He knocked gently and pushed open the door. Trisha was propped up in bed, her leg in a brace, h
The Saturday afternoon sun slanted through the windows of Jenifer Walter’s office, painting long golden stripes across the floor. The air in the Denver Coliseum was thick with the aftershock of bad news, but Jenifer had no time to wallow. She needed her leaders, and she needed a plan. She fired off a quick group text to the Cannibals’ captains and to Sterling “Lockjaw” Blaze: Jenifer: “Meet in my office at 4. Update on Trisha. Need your help. -JW” The hours crawled by. Jenifer paced, reviewing quarterback lists and scribbled play diagrams, but nothing felt right. She kept replaying her conversation with Jeremy that morning, his stubborn refusal, the haunted look in his eyes. She needed her team’s buy-in. She needed to rally the people who could move mountains-or at least, move Jeremy Davis. At exactly four o’clock, there was a knock at her door. Alexandra Jordan, Heather Wammack, Morty Sample, and Lockjaw Blaze filed in, each looking tense and expectant. Jenifer gestured for them
The morning after the Cannibals’ thunderous victory over the Wyoming Cavaliers, Denver was still buzzing. Headlines blared about the 113-0 blowout, the record crowd, and the Cannibals’ “unstoppable experiment.” But inside the city’s heart, in the quiet corridors of the Denver Coliseum, the mood was somber.Jeremy Davis had spent the night at the hospital. He’d watched the sun crawl up over the Rockies through a window in the waiting room, the taste of stale coffee and worry thick on his tongue. When the diagnosis came, it was worse than anyone had feared.He thumbed out a text to Jenifer Walter as he left the hospital, his hands shaking with exhaustion and anger.Jeremy: “Meet me in my office. It’s bad news about Trisha. I’ll tell you more when I get back.”He drove through the waking city, the streets still empty, his mind racing. The Cannibals had built something beautiful, something bold. Now, in a single, brutal play, it all threatened to unravel.A Bitter MorningJeremy’s office