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The Denver Coliseum was alive with a new energy. The rest of the Colorado Cannibals’ training camp was nothing short of electric. From the moment the sun crested the Rockies to the last echo of cleats on turf, something had shifted in the air. The players moved with a kind of reckless joy, as if they’d all been set on fire and dared each other to burn brighter. Alexandra Jordan, Heather Wammack, and Alicia Gresham were at the heart of it all. Their intensity was contagious-every drill, every rep, every snap was sharper, faster, more focused. They played like they had something to prove, not just to the league or the skeptics, but to themselves and each other. Jenifer Walter, ever the keen observer, watched from the sidelines, arms crossed and a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She didn’t know what had gotten into them, but whatever it was, she wasn’t about to question it. If this was what it took to make her team special, she’d take it. On the field, Trisha Steinmetz was a
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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
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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
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Jeremy Davis just finished a historic college career at Colorado, winning awards and winning back-to-back national championships in his Junior and Senior years. Jeremy was the most prized collegiate player heading into the NAFL, North American Football League; every team wanted him for various reasons due to his unselfish play, being a great teammate, making everyone feel included, his drive and focus, strong arm, great legs/footwork. He was the prototypical dual-threat NAFL Quarterback standing at 6'5" and weighing 220 lbs with black wavy hair that was kinda slicked back to his shoulders, sparkling angelic blue eyes, clean cut only because he couldn't figure out what kind of facial hair he wanted. he had a charming athletic muscular body that even men would stop and admire.He would be the first overall pick in the NAFL draft; everyone had known that for a couple of years. Most people were surprised that He didn't forgo his senior year and go pro. He wanted to give back to Colorado f
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Jeremy just stares at Luke and says, " The only reason you want me to enjoy these ladies and to stay out with you is that I'm the only one who can get you to drink responsibly, and if I don't stay out, you're going to stay out all night and not get an ounce of sleep. You'll show up drunk to the League meetings and might have a repeat of last year from what I have heard. "Luke grins ear to ear while saying, " Yes, I am, and Yes, You are. " Luke is playing on Jeremy's loyalty to friends, teammates, etc.Jeremy stares at Luke with a disapproving glare thinking that there is no logical reason to stay out except to help a friend and not embarrass himself. Jeremy rolls his eyes and then replies, " Fine, I'll stay out with you, but we're going to do things my way this time. " Then he thinks to himself, " I have a bad feeling about this. "The only thing Jeremy remembers is waking up to the five O'Clock alarm and shutting it off, moaning and groaning, feeling exhausted. Shortly after shuttin
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Jeremy and Coach Lombardi get down to the field and start jogging over to Terrell to figure out what the commotion was for. They look around the field and don't see a woman around; they're trying to figure out why Terrell said no women are allowed on the field."What's all the fuss, Terrell? Why did you stop training camp? Shouts Lombardi.Terrell Hillis is huffing and puffing with anger, trying to calm down, stating, "A woman is trying to try out for the team. That's not allowed."Jeremy laughs and says, " I've never said that wasn't allowed; I want to have the best players on the field that the Cannibals can have. Who's the Woman?"Terrell points to the Linebacker, who just lit up the quarterback, then fires back at Jeremy, "It might not be your rule, but it's my rule, and I'm the GM; I make the rules and decisions."Jeremy stares at His coach while contemplating firing Terrell and says, "You're right, Terrell, you're the head coach and general manager, but just in case you don't re
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Jeremy pouring himself another glass of bourbon and completely shocked at What he just heard. " What? Why? It doesn't make sense for me to coach you up and refine your skills. I am, was, a quarterback and you're a linebacker. On top of I'm not a coach at all. Why would you want me to be your coach? " Jeremy said in shock.Alexandra replies with inspiration, " It's because I saw how you were when you were rehabbing same trying to get back to playing in the pros, while the training staff looked on TV that you weren't coming back from your injuries and you were wasting their time, but you looked liked no matter what you were coming back, you would do whatever was needed to come back. I know you're not a coach, a linebacker, but you'll treat me like an athlete and a person, not a girl, not a woman. You're not going to take excuses or any crap from me or anyone, you're going to push me to get to the next level, to push me to my limits, to help me grow. I don't think or believe that anyone
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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
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The fluorescent lights in the Denver Coliseum women’s locker room flickered softly as Alexandra, Heather, and Alicia finished changing after the first day of Cannibals training camp. The room, once a VIP suite, now gleamed with fresh paint, sturdy benches, and the unmistakable buzz of a team on the verge of something historic. But tonight, the air was thick with something else-shock, excitement, and the lingering aftertaste of Alicia’s bombshell announcement.Alicia, still glowing from her engagement revelation, zipped up her duffel bag. Heather, towel slung over her shoulder, stared at her in disbelief, then turned to Alexandra with a look that said, Can you believe this?Heather finally broke the silence, her voice rising in mock outrage. “You know what this means, right? We have to go celebrate! Alicia is getting married!”Alexandra and Heather both let out a cheer, the tension instantly melting into laughter. Alexandra grinned and nudged Alicia playfully. “So, you’re marrying a gr
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The conference room inside the Denver Coliseum was a world apart from the roaring crowds and the echoing footsteps of hopeful athletes. Here, the air hummed with anticipation and the scent of strong coffee. Sunlight spilled through tall windows, illuminating stacks of scouting reports, video tablets, and two thick binders—one marked “JENIFER” in bold, the other “JEREMY.”At the head of the table, Jeremy Davis leaned forward, elbows braced, a familiar spark in his eyes. Across from him, Jenifer Walter sat with her own notepad, her posture relaxed but her gaze razor-sharp. This was the heart of the Colorado Cannibals’ future: two football minds, one vision, and the daunting task of sculpting a 25-player roster that would not just compete, but define a new era.The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the occasional shuffle of paper or the tap of a stylus. They’d already spent hours debating schemes, culture, and the kind of team they wanted to build. Now, it was time for
