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 else besides you can get me to where I need to be to achieve my goals, short term or long term. "Jeremy shocked that Alexandra saw those things, that struggle on TV and that she holds him in such high regard. He responds: " I appreciate you saying that, you don't know how much that means a lot to me. I feel like I would like I would do you a disservice by trying to coach you. Now I can oversee your training, bring in great coaches for you to get you to your goals, and make sure that you're getting tested right. I just want to do right by you and make you flourish in football. "Alexandra is getting a little steamed at Jeremy for his reluctance, but she won't show it at all. With poise and composure She responds " I understand where you're coming from with not being a linebacker and the best for me as I do appreciate your concern. I'm certain that you are the right person for the job, I don't mind if you bring in other coaches to help you coach here and there, but I don't want other coaches around all the time. I want you to coach me to be in the Wild West Indoor football League and become an all League a linebacker for the Colorado Cannibals while pushing me to become a linebacker in the NAFL. I would appreciate you not fighting me on this and pushing me to become better. Right now, you're acting like the training staff did with you trying to come back from your injuries. I've seen your overseeing things earlier today, it took you a couple minutes to get to the field to diffuse the situation with Coach Hillis. If you do this for me and agree to become my coach, I will help you with getting back into the NAFL, though I cannot promise you nor guarantee that I can get you back, but I will do the same treatment that you give me towards my training to you. I think you deserve another shot, the best chance with with the right support because I think if you had the right support to begin with coming back from those injuries you would be playing currently, I think you gave up because of the team lacking confidence in you, you lost the will and drive due to the pressure of negativity and you bought into the seriousness of your injuries from team consultants. So what do you say, do we have a deal, will you be my coach? "Jeremy, surprised by Alexandra's diplomatic and compromising reply, at the same time thinking about playing professional football again has him intrigued, but he still feels like the wrong person for the job. He can't pass this chance up though. Jeremy takes a deep breath, sighs and huffs in defeat says " I will agree to coach you and your terms to help me as well, on one condition, if for whatever reason, my coaching ability does not work or you are not getting the results you want, then I will get someone to coach you and make sure you reach your goals with no argument or fight to keep me coaching you. Deal? "Alexandra just grins confidently and simply replies " You Sir have a deal. "Jeremy then receives a text from Luke saying, " Do you have a moment to talk? "Jeremy after looking at his phone looks at Alexandra and says, " Unfortunately I have to take this now, league business now summons, have a good night. I will see you tomorrow after practice here on the field. you are welcome to watch practice with me in the stands if you think it'll help adapt to indoor football, but don't be late. "Alexandra gets up from her chair and replies " Will do sir and thank you again Jeremy. I will see you at practice tomorrow have a good night. " With that Alexandra walks out of the office.Jeremy hears a voice saying " Excuse me ma'am, have a good evening. " Jeremy looks up from his phone trying to reply to Luke and sees Luke coming into his office. Jeremy shakes his head and says " What are you doing here in Denver?, Shouldn't you be in Omaha preparing for the season just a couple weeks away? "Luke shuts the office door behind him and responds, " I was coming back from my business trip in Arizona on the way to go see my kid in Kansas this weekend and I decided to stop in Denver for the night, I thought I'd come see you. You Sir must be preparing for the most depressing man in the world competition after being owned by that lady. I can't believe she got you into coaching. You absolutely detest football, She must really have the skills for you to even pick up coaching or is it something else? "Jeremy glad to see his friend, but irritated with his remarks and realizing that Luke heard at least some of the conversation with Alexandra says, " I don't know if you would call that getting owned. I want to make she has a great shot at her dreams and goals, on top of that I want to prove Terrell Hillis wrong for being sexist and thinking he owns the team. I can't believe I agreed to coach in general, I don't think I have the aptitude to coach and it's not like I'm actually coaching football I'm coaching a person refining their skills in football. I'm still counting the days that I can get out of football. I'm only interested in helping Alexandra improve the football because she has the raw talent and skills to make it into at least indoor football. Terrell Hillis would have signed her today had she had a dick and to me that is just wrong, if you have the talent and skill to make a football team, then you deserve to be on the team. "Luke just laughs and retorts, " If you think you're fooling anyone that you want nothing to do with football anymore, you're wrong. You still have the itch to play, otherwise you would have agreed with Alexandra's proposal before she offered to help you get back into the pros. you just don't want anything to do with football if you can't play it or it's not on your terms. You're doing a fumblerooski with yourself, her, Lombardi, and Terrell Hillis. I love you bro I just got to keep it real with you. Don't coach her if you're only doing it for yourself, but do it for her be the coach that you wanted to have getting into the pros. If you coach her for the right reasons, I think it'd be good for you. "Jeremy feeling a little attacked, but feels the love from his friend. He responds, " I appreciate you keeping it real and looking out for me. I can definitely tell you I don't know any athlete who's been injured or retired from their sport, that wouldn't tell you that if they could play their sport again that they wouldn't even think about it or wouldn't play. of course, I've thought about if I could play again, but it's definitely a long shot now outside of the injury I've been out of the league for a year and a half now going on two. I only accepted the deal with her after she proposed to help me get back into the NAFL because I felt like I was her final offer and she was not going to accept my help to bring in any other coaches. I am extremely worried that I'm a quarterback going to be coaching and teaching a linebacker to refine their skills as a linebacker and I'm going to to do my damn best to coach her, but I expect that I will have to bring in another coach to help. I don't know what you're talking about with you fumblerooski comment. I do appreciate the advice though. now, that I think about it I didn't offer you a drink when you came in. I'm even surprised that you didn't even ask. "Luke laughing at the last part of what Jeremy had said, responds, " I wouldn't want to drink your weak bourbon that you drink for watching practices. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. let's go get some food, something strong to drink and continue this conversation there. I'll buy dinner. Our way there we'll pick you up a copy of linebacking for dummies. "Jeremy laughs, then they head out of the arena locking up the office and arena. They head to Montana's Steakhouse for dinner. They order their appetizers, steaks and alcohol. Jeremy ordered an old fashioned with 14 ounce delmonico ribeye bison steak with asparagus and a loaded baked potato, along with a house salad to start. Luke ordered a long island iced tea with a 12 ounce New York strip with parmesan roasted broccoli and garlic mashed potatoes. They decided to share bison nachos and rattlesnake bites for appetizers. While they had their dinner, they talked about the league, the other owners, and their expectation of each other's teams results in the upcoming season.Luke decided to circle back about Alexandra's training saying " You know I just had a thought about Alexandra's training, I think I have a perfect idea to help her and you get to where she needs to be. do you want to hear it? "Philadelphia’s autumn sun filtered through the glass walls of the Talons’ NAFL practice facility, casting long shadows across the turf and weight room. The city pulsed with football fever: Jeremy’s name was already in MVP conversations, Lockjaw Blaze’s legendary career was the talk of morning radio, and the Talons were chasing another championship. But for Alexandra Jordan, the only woman on a NAFL roster, the spotlight had faded. Her story wasn’t front-page news anymore. She was back on the practice squad, her dream of suiting up on game day on hold—again.Yet Alexandra refused to let herself disappear.Practice Squad LeadershipMonday morning, the defensive coordinator called her into his office. “Jordan, I want you to lead the film session for the practice squad and rookies this week. Teach them what you know. Make sure they’re ready.”Alexandra blinked, surprised. She’d always been vocal, but this was different—an official responsibility, a sign of trust. She nodded, determination
The Philadelphia skyline shimmered in the late September sun, but inside the Talons’ practice facility, the world was all hard edges and fluorescent light. Alexandra Jordan stood at the edge of the weight room, chalk dust on her hands, watching the rookies finish their last set of squats. She counted out the reps, her voice steady, her presence a comfort.“Two more, Marcus. Finish strong.”The rookie linebacker grunted, legs shaking, and managed the final rep. Alexandra nodded, a small smile breaking through her fatigue. “That’s how you get better. Every day.”She clapped his shoulder as he racked the bar. Around her, the other practice squad players watched, some with gratitude, others with a hint of envy. Alexandra was the heart of this group—the one who’d been so close, who’d played in a championship game, who still came in first and left last. She was the only woman in the NAFL, a three-time champion from another league, and yet here she was, a practice player, still waiting for h
The city of Philadelphia was electric. The Talons’ home opener was more than just a game—it was a coronation, a test, and a promise all at once. The defending champions had returned, banners rippling in the late summer breeze, and the stadium was a cauldron of hope and expectation. Black, silver, and teal flags waved from every seat, and the roar of the crowd was a living, breathing thing.Alexandra Jordan stood on the sideline, helmet in hand, heart pounding. She wore her practice squad jersey, the only woman in the NAFL, and watched as the team she’d fought so hard to join took the field. She was close—so close she could taste it. But for now, she was on the outside looking in, her name just missing from the final 53-man roster. The sting was sharp, but the fire in her chest burned hotter.Jeremy, the Talons’ starting quarterback and last year’s championship hero, jogged onto the field to a thunderous ovation. His name echoed through the stadium, and Alexandra felt a surge of pride.
Philadelphia was a city that thrived on debate, and after Alexandra Jordan’s preseason debut, the city was ablaze. Sports radio hosts argued over her every snap. TV anchors replayed her tackles and her mistakes in endless loops. The front page of the sports section ran her photo—helmet off, sweat streaking her face, eyes fierce—with the headline: “Jordan’s Shot: Sideshow or Spark?”The Talons’ practice facility felt like the eye of a hurricane. Alexandra arrived early, ducking past a knot of reporters outside the gates. She could hear them calling her name, but she kept her head down, her bag slung over her shoulder. She was used to it by now—the questions, the doubters, the ones who wanted her to fail and the ones who wanted her to change the world.Inside, the locker room buzzed with a different kind of energy. Some teammates greeted her with nods or fist bumps. Others just watched, sizing her up. She was no longer a novelty, not after last season’s historic championship game appear
Philadelphia’s summer air was thick with humidity and expectation. The Talons’ practice facility buzzed with the energy of a team that knew what it meant to be hunted. Last year’s championship banner hung above the field, a daily reminder that every opponent would bring their best, and every returning player was expected to do more.Alexandra Jordan jogged onto the turf, her cleats biting into the grass. This was her second season with the Talons, and she was still on the practice squad—a veteran now, but not a star. She was the only woman on a NAFL roster, the first to ever play in a championship game, and the only one in a league of men. The Philly media never let her forget it, but neither did they let her forget her legacy: three Cannibals rings, a reputation for leadership, and a relentless drive that had brought her to the edge of history.She paused at the sideline, glancing up at the championship banner. She remembered the euphoria of Denver, the parade, the confetti, the feel
Denver was a city transformed. Black, red, and purple banners draped every streetlamp, and the air was thick with the sound of horns, cheers, and the kind of hope that only comes with victory. The Cannibals’ parade snaked through downtown, a river of celebration. On the lead bus, Alexandra Jordan stood with Heather and Mia, the championship trophy gleaming in her hands. The crowd’s roar was a living thing—waves of gratitude and awe for a team that had done the impossible: back-to-back-to-back champions.Alexandra let the joy wash over her, but beneath the surface, her heart was already turning toward the next mountain. She’d always been driven by what came after the confetti, the question of what was left to prove. Now, as Denver celebrated, she knew her journey was far from over.A City’s FarewellThe parade wound past the Capitol, the mayor waving from the steps. Fireworks exploded above Civic Center Park, where a stage had been set for the champions. Jeremy, radiant in a tailored s