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 old. While playing with the other players' kids, Alexandra being the only girl playing football, she was getting picked on by the boys. They wouldn't let Alexandra play quarterback as they were worried that she'd throw like a girl and miss throws to receivers, but Alexandra was bound and determined to play with the boys.Alexandra was one of the younger kids playing, but you couldn't tell as she was four; she was going hard-hitting and knocking down kids that were 12 years old. Her aggression and persistence caught the eye of a superstar player for the Titans, the one the only Mike Jones. Mike Jones came over to Alexandra during one of his breaks and kneeled to talk to the four-year-old, saying: " You like hitting the boys, don't you? Do you want to learn a few things to better tackle the boys? " Alexandra excitedly nodded yes to Mike Jones. Mike Jones chuckles and says, " Ok, so you want to make sure you hit your opponent between their shoulders and knees. You want to hit them with your shoulder into their gut and wrap your arms around their waist while keeping your eyes on your opponent. You never want to put your head down when tackling, and you need to see where you're going, or you can hurt your neck. "Mike Jones spends about 10 minutes teaching 4-year-old Alexandra how to tackle and be a linebacker before he gets called back onto the field again. After practice, Mike Jones tells her dad that no matter what Alexandra wants to do in life that he always needs to encourage her to chase her dreams. Alexandra had that go-get-them instinct and passion for going after what she wanted. If football turns out not to be a phase, her dad needs to help her fight to be a football player, and he needs to be in Alexandra's corner.After that day, Alexandra no longer wanted to be a quarterback like her dad, but she wanted to be a linebacker. She would continue to use and practice what Mike Jones taught her that day. It was a couple of years later that Alexandra had to deal with tragedy; when Alexandra was about six and a half years old when a drunk driver hit her mom's car while she was driving home from work and died. Her dad was visibly shaken by the accident, and he took a couple of years off of football to raise Alexandra and her 2-year-old brother Rodney.Almost a year after her mom died, her dad met a woman named Stephanie Howard with two little boys of her own around Alexandra and her brother's age at the grocery store. Thomas and Stephanie would get married about a year later and have a couple of boys of their own. Thomas would go back to playing in the NAFL for a few more years; Alexandra would only get to go to her dad's games with the rest of the family, but not to any practices, as Stephanie was against her going because she claimed that Alexandra should be playing house and with dolls. Alexandra and Stephanie would constantly fight as Alexandra would want to play football with the boys, and Stephanie wanted her to be in dresses and play with the girls while learning how to be a proper lady.The only time Alexandra got to play football was when her dad was home playing with the boys, and he would only include her so she wouldn't feel left out as she was the only girl. She would still outshine her brother and her "stepbrothers." If she hit her stepbrothers too hard, Stephanie would yell at her and pull her into the house to get cleaned up for her etiquette lesson. The only thing that Stephanie wanted Alexandra to do that she didn't fight Stephanie in was doing ballet. Alexandra remembered her dad telling her about a legendary Pittsburgh wide receiver doing ballet from when he was four years old till his senior year of school.So from when Alexandra was seven years old till she graduated from high school, Alexandra did ballet. Alexandra wasn't allowed to play organized football until high school, as Stephanie wouldn't allow Alexandra to play organized sports with boys because it didn't fit for a proper lady. Thomas never helped Alexandra pursue her dream after her mother died. Things would've been better for Alexandra had her mom still been alive as not only was Katherine a proper lady, but she always believed that if you had a passion for something, you should do it and give 110% into it. She had a no-quit, no-excuse attitude that Alexandra inherited. Now, Thomas didn't mind that Alexandra was into football and wanted to play professionally; he just believed that women ran the house and the kids. Thomas would always say to everyone It's her house; I am lucky to live here.Stephanie ran the house, set up the rules, and raised the kids as she saw fit. Thomas would work and come home to be Stephanie's backup. As Alexandra grew up, she fought with Stephanie over how Alexandra looked. She couldn't help; she would grow to be six feet tall, but Stephanie would get on her about weight, how she was too big and fat, how she needed to quit eating so much, or she needed to eat healthily.Alexandra had a pretty balanced diet, she could eat a little healthier, and she was a very active child, but she just loved food. She got her love of food from both of her parents, who always seemed to have a picture of them having food. Stephanie could not accept Alexandra for the way she was; Stephanie had this idea in her head of how she wanted Alexandra to be as she never had a daughter of her own and was stuck with five boys. Stephanie wanted Alexandra to be a proper petite lady with outstanding etiquette who always wore dresses and wanted her to be an equestrian show rider. Still, as Alexandra grew taller than expected, Stephanie changed her mind about Alexandra being an actress or model due to her height. The boys, unfortunately, mistreated Alexandra in different ways. She was either too tall, too fat, too masculine, or too friendly, or the boys wanted to be short kings climbing a giantess, wanted to do the so-called heifer challenge.The heifer challenge is where boys will make bets with each other on who can sleep with the heaviest girl, a very despicable thing to do. No one ever tried nor wanted to get to know Alexandra and date her. She had a few friends over the years, but none stuck around for various reasons. Some just used her as their fat friend to look better to guys, and some had her around to buy food, tickets to events, etc.Stephanie tried to get Alexandra into the High Society Girls Association; not only did Alexandra not try to belong with the other girls, but the other girls looked down on her, not that Alexandra even cared. She forced herself out of the High Society Girls Association and Stephanie's plan pretty quickly. Alexandra was only allowed to join the high school football team because her dad was the head coach of her high school's football team, and he wanted to coach his kid's teams. Stephanie would make sure that Alexandra played little as possible, as her dad would only put her in to play when they lost because the opposing team wouldn't want to tackle her.Alexandra got to play Running back and linebacker, as that was her deal with her dad if he made her play running back. Alexandra didn't get to play much in her freshman year, and she played a decent amount in her sophomore year. Alexandra played a lot in her Junior and Senior years, where she was an all-state Running Back and Linebacker in both years. She led the team to a state championship in her Senior year and broke nine school records in the process.It was enough to get several division one scholarships. Still, most importantly, Alexandra received the only offer that made her world, the University of Mississippi, a full ride to play football for Ole Miss. Her dad was so proud of her for picking his alma mater and disappointed in his stepson for going to Mississippi State, but that's what happens when you marry an in-state rival fan. Alexandra was redshirted in her freshman year, and she understood why to maximize her playing time as there were four seniors at linebacker in her freshman. Alexandra took advantage of being redshirted; she studied the playbook, rigorously watched game film, and practiced harder than anyone else on the team.The coaches noticed Alexandra's effort during her redshirt year and named her a starter in her freshman redshirt year. Alexandra kept up refining her craft and ended up having a great year as a linebacker, and she was named All-SEC. Alexandra was hyped for her sophomore year, and she was looking to be an All-American. Things were looking up finally, and Ole Miss had championship aspirations. Alexandra had a fantastic year, and she was a nightmare for opposing offenses. She was heading into the biggest game of the year, the Egg Bowl, the rivalry game versus Mississippi State.The week before the big game, Alexandra's stepbrother, Wilfred, was texting her talking up a big game about how he was going to run all over her, how she wasn't anything, and how she only got into Ole Miss because of who her daddy is. Alexandra never replied to him, and she just used it as fuel for the game. It was game day, and it was a defensive game. Alexandra had a great game. It seemed like Alexandra was everywhere; it seemed whatever the offense threw at the defense, Alexandra was shutting it down. Ole Miss kicked a field goal and was up 3-0 heading into the 4th quarter.When Mississippi State got the ball back, Wilfred made a decent three-yard run on the weak side. Wilfred gets up after running the ball and starts jawing his mouth off the trash, talking to Alexandra: " All right, that's how you do it. I'm going to show everyone why girls can't play football. I'll show your dad that he's proud of the wrong kid, 13. I'm going to put you in your place, Bitch. "Alexandra fired back: " You noticed that you ran on the opposite side of me. You've always been too scared to run at me, and I put your ass on the ground every time. Please don't assume that it's my fault you got daddy issues. I dare you to run at me. Bring it, punk. "That pissed off Wilfred, and he made sure they would run a play that he'd run the ball toward Alexandra. Mississippi State hiked the ball and pitched it to Wilfred, running on the strong side. Alexandra read the play perfectly and ran toward Wilfred, gearing up for a big hit. Wilfred knows it's now or never to show up his stepsister in front of a national audience and gears up to truck Alexandra. Alexandra aims for Wilfred's sternum like Mike Jones taught her to do years ago and was going to finish thru the tackle; at the last moment, when Alexandra can't adjust, Wilfred lowers his head and hits Alexandra's shoulder with the crown of his helmet.There was a thunderous crack, it sounded like a couple of bighorn sheep ramming into each other, and the stadium went silent. Alexandra was terrified when she got up from the massive hit; she heard a wrong sound during the collision, looked at her stepbrother, and immediately waved over the medical staff. Wilfred wasn't moving.It would later be confirmed that Wilfred was paralyzed from the neck down. Alexandra felt so bad about paralyzing him. Stephanie wanted Alexandra dead, and she couldn't believe that her firstborn was paralyzed. Her dad kept telling her and Stephanie that it was a clean hit and there wasn't anything Alexandra could've done differently to keep Wilfred from being paralyzed. Wilfred had lowered his head, and he was paralyzed.Alexandra couldn't deal with Stephanie after the hit, and her dad fought with Stephanie over it. After she finished her sophomore year, she transferred to the University of Colorado, where her mom went and graduated from. Alexandra would text and call her dad now and then but never went back home. Alexandra finished her collegiate football, having broken numerous records at Ole Miss and CU.She graduated from the University of Colorado with a degree in Business Management. Alexandra continued to play football with a women's semi-pro Women's team, Denver Outlaws, while supporting herself by selling insurance. Alexandra always continued to push towards playing in the NAFL.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
Her hand touched and caressed the rugged flesh bringing it to life. Jeremy reaches down, pushing his trousers the rest of the way off, leaving them in a messy crumple on the bedroom floor, his belt clanging against the hardwood, the only sound in the room they're panting breaths as they grasped for each other in the dark clinging and wanting. He sets up fingers, nimbly dancing along the back seam of her dress to unzip it, feeling the soft silk fabrics pool in his hands as he lifts it over her head and tosses it to parts unknown in the bedroom. She threw her head back in a long and husky moan; his lips and tongue tantalized her throat and collarbone. Positioning herself as she straddled him, sliding her most intimate places with his own feeling hot partying of flesh as she settled onto his lap. Alexandra cooed with appreciation. Their body's moving in unison, a sensual dance of passion and fire. Lips crashing in moments of lustful ecstasy. Each gasped, and another kiss captured brea
Jeremy smiles, then says, " A movie buff, huh? I'll have to remember that. I'm also a movie buff, so we'll definitely have some fun times. You're right, let's go to bed, and I can finish my workout when we get up in a few hours, then I'll make breakfast. "They head back to Jeremy's bedroom and end up snuggling to sleep on his California King bed for the next five hours till Jeremy's alarm goes off.Alexandra groans, huffing and puffing, letting out, " Come on, you've got to be kidding. Who gets up this early on a Sunday also!!! Who are you for not switching that off after blowing my back out. That shit is rude I need my damn beauty sleep." she growls slapping him on the back repeatedly.Jeremy smiles and chuckles, then says, " I get up this early every morning to work out. I'm going to finish up my workout, and you can come join me if you want, or you can go back to sleep, and I'll still make breakfast after I'm done. "She sighs and thinks for a second, then responds, "Yeah, well, n
The Denver skyline shimmered in the crisp October sunlight, the city’s pulse quickening with the promise of a new football era. Alexandra Jordan sat cross-legged on her apartment couch, a mug of coffee cooling between her hands, when her phone buzzed with an incoming call. The name on the screen—Jenifer Walter—sent a flutter through her chest. She took a steadying breath and answered.“Hey, Coach.”“Alexandra, good morning!” Jenifer’s voice was bright but businesslike. “I wanted to catch you before the press conference this afternoon. We’ve got some news.”Alexandra straightened, curiosity piqued. “What’s up?”“We’ve agreed to terms and signed Trisha Steinmetz as our quarterback, along with a couple of other pieces. We’ll be announcing the signings later today. I wanted you to hear it from me first, not the media.”Alexandra’s eyebrows rose. “Trisha, huh? I’m not surprised. She’s a baller, and Jeremy was her QB coach last year. Her game really jumped a level under him.”Jenifer chuckl
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
Alexandra Jordan’s downtown apartment, perched high above a city lit in electric gold, was a familiar after-practice haven for her best friends—and fellow Denver Outlaws teammates—Heather and Alicia. The coffee table was cluttered with takeout boxes, cans of sparkling water, and the scarred deck of cards they used when deep talks called for a distraction. The TV muttered game highlights into the background, unheeded.Tonight, the air was different. After nearly an hour of mindless TV and the usual banter, Alexandra finally spilled what had been on her mind since her dinner with Jenifer Walter at The Gold Cleat.“So that’s what happened,” she finished, tracing the rim of her glass as she watched Heather and Alicia’s reactions. “Jenifer was…straight with me. And for the first time, it felt like someone really saw what was going on inside my head, not just what everyone expects from me on the field.”Heather, lounged out on the couch in sweats, flashed her a reassuring smile. “It sounds
Downtown Denver pulsed with twilight energy as neon signs flickered alive and laughter spilled out of bustling bistros. Inside The Gold Cleat—part high-end steakhouse, part sports shrine—Jenifer Walter and Alexandra Jordan sat tucked in a corner booth. Polished cutlery and stemless glasses sparkled under golden light. Football memorabilia—framed jerseys, signed balls, old newspaper clippings—climbed the walls. But tonight, the famous faces and heroic headlines faded into the background, leaving just two women, a table of food, and the unfinished business of dreams and wounds.For a while, they just enjoyed the simple pleasure of a hot meal and the company of someone who understood the grind. Jenifer was in her signature sharp black blazer and jeans; Alexandra wore her hair in a simple ponytail, crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves. They swapped stories—two warriors swapping battle tales.“So there was this one game back in the WFL,” Jenifer grinned, forking into her steak, “third-a
The whir of the electric razor buzzed lightly as Jeremy Davis finished trimming his beard in the mirror, his thoughts swirling with anticipation and anxiety. The Denver morning was brisk, sunlight spilling over the snow-capped Rockies and into the window of his high-rise apartment. He straightened his navy tie, tugged the knot just right, and pulled on a tailored charcoal suit—sharp, modern, understated but strong. Today was the day ESPN came to town. Today was another day to set the record straight.His phone chimed—a message from Melissa, reassuring and efficient as always.“Camera crew’s setting up. You’re on at 10. They brought extra lights. Usual interview room.”Jeremy smiled. He could count on Melissa. He could count on Jenifer Walter, too—his new head coach had already spent the morning in the film room breaking down last year’s tape with the Cannibals’ scouting staff. For the first time in a long while, Jeremy felt like the organization was exactly where it should be: at the
Morning sunlight slanted through the office window, splashing across the polished wood of Jeremy Davis’s desk. The Denver Coliseum was waking up, full of purposeful footsteps and distant shouts, but Jeremy still felt like he was living in a half-dream. The last week had been a whirlwind: press conferences, Jennifer Walter’s hiring, and an endless stream of speculation from every corner of the sports world.He sat back in his chair, still savoring the small, quiet moments before his schedule took over. His phone buzzed, vibrating insistently across the desk. Without looking at the caller ID, he picked up—old habits from his coaching days when any call could be a crisis.“Jeremy Davis,” he answered.A familiar, grating laugh oozed through the receiver. “Well, well, Jeremy! Didn’t know you were taking tips from the Pelaratti playbook these days.”Jeremy’s free hand curled into a fist. “Tommy Pelaratti,” he said, his voice flat.“The one and only!” Tommy’s voice dripped with sleazy confid
Jeremy’s office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant echo of footsteps in the Denver Coliseum’s hallways. He sat at his desk, phone pressed to his ear, heart pounding as he waited for Jenifer Walter’s answer. The world outside might have been spinning with rumors and speculation, but in this moment, everything hinged on a single word.There was a pause—a breath, a heartbeat, a lifetime—then Jenifer’s voice came through, clear and steady. “Jeremy, I’ll take the job. I want to be the Head Coach of the Colorado Cannibals.”Jeremy exhaled, a grin spreading across his face. He kept his composure, but his voice was electric with excitement. “Jenifer, we’re going to do great things together. In addition to being Head Coach, you’ll be Assistant General Manager and have a real say over personnel decisions. I want to say this before anyone in the media or anywhere else gets the wrong idea: I’m hiring you because I believe you’ll lead the Cannibals to great
Jeremy Davis stood at the podium, the glare of television lights painting his suit in harsh relief. The press conference room inside the Denver Coliseum was packed—sportswriters, TV crews, bloggers, and a sea of Colorado Cannibals fans pressed against the back wall. The air buzzed with anticipation, the kind that comes before a storm, and Jeremy could feel every eye fixed on him.He gripped the edge of the podium, steadying himself. “Thank you all for coming,” he began, his voice resonant and calm. “I want to thank everyone at the Wild West Indoor Football League, the Colorado sports fans, and the media for your support and dedication to this team. Today marks an exciting new chapter for the Colorado Cannibals.”A ripple of camera clicks and shifting bodies swept through the room.Jeremy continued, “As many of you know, Terrell Hillis has accepted a position as the running backs coach for the Denver Mustangs in the NAFL. I want to wish Terrell the best in this new opportunity. He’s mo
Jeremy Davis sat hunched over his desk, elbows planted on the polished oak, fingers steepled in front of his lips. The office—his office—inside the Denver Coliseum was a study in contrasts: the world outside was a cacophony of echoing footsteps, distant cheers, and the metallic clatter of preparation, while within these four walls, the air was thick with tension and the scent of old leather and fresh coffee.Melissa perched on the edge of the visitor’s chair, her notepad balanced on her knee, pen poised but unmoving. She watched Jeremy with the kind of concern that only comes from months of shared late nights and early mornings. Across from her, sprawled in the battered armchair, was Luke Elliot, owner of the Omaha Cattlemen and Jeremy’s oldest friend in the league. Luke’s boots were crossed at the ankle, his hat tipped back, a wry smile playing at his lips as he watched Jeremy wrestle with the decision.Jeremy exhaled, the sound heavy in the quiet.“So, here’s where we are,” he said,