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 get out.Alexandra looks back at Jeremy and catches him staring none too stealthily at her backside; laughing softly, Alexandra says, " What do you want to know? Let's start with that. "Jeremy nods in agreement, trying to hide the fact that he was caught looking, and says, " Are you going to play for Denver Outlaws this season? "Alexandra is puzzled about why Jeremy would ask this question, as the question wouldn't pertain to him coaching her. Alexandra responds, " I was planning on trying out for them again since I didn't get signed to the Cannibals this year. The tryouts are in a couple of days on Saturday. "Jeremy was confused as he knew how the NAFL and WWIF worked with players; if a team liked a player enough or the player performed well with the organization, the team would offer a renewal contract for the upcoming season before the rest of the teams could sign except for the NAFL which could offer multi-year deals to players. Jeremy gave Alexandra a confused look when he replied, " What do you mean by trying out for them? I thought you'd played for the Outlaws last four years. They didn't offer you a renewal contract? "Alexandra chuckles at his look and says, " The Outlaws always offer me a renewal contract every year; I believe that at this level, I have to prove that I can make the team every year as it's like I have the position till they find someone better. Nothing is promised in this world. Why do you ask about playing for the Outlaws? "Jeremy sees where she's coming from with asking her about the Outlaws and says, " I wanted to know how hard to train you this upcoming year to get you ready for next year. If you don't mind, I'll attend the tryouts and meet with the coaches to get on the same page with them as our plan to get you to play for the Cannibals next year. "Alexandra got up from stretching, indicating that she was ready for Jeremy to start the training, and said, " That's fine with me as long as I make the Outlaws team this season; we'll have to see on Saturday. What drill do you want me to start with, Coach? "Jeremy smiles while shaking his head and replies, " I'll never get used to being called Coach. Let's have you do a downhill shuffle open break 45 downhill drill, and then you'll do Suicide shuffle to lateral break then we'll go from there. "Hours ticked by, and before long, it was time to call it quits. Alexandra had put everything she had into the training Jeremy had to offer. She had to admit he didn't slouch or treat her with kid gloves. she loved it; the workout left her feeling sore but in a good way. The way that your muscles feel ignited with possibilities. She knew she'd sleep like a log tonight."So when's the next time you want to get together?" She said, slinging a workout towel over one shoulder.Jeremy had been thinking about that; the more he mulled it over, his proposal made sense. " About that, I was thinking, and I have everything we need and the privacy away from Terrell and his opinions. How would you feel about doing your training sessions at my place?"She smirked, " If you wanted to ask me over, there are better ways. " she watched as his eyes widened in panic. " I'm kidding, and I get what you're saying, and yeah, it's fine with me. Lighten up there, coach. "Jeremy chuckled with relief while giving Alexandra his address and how to get to the house.Jeremy's house was 30 minutes outside Denver in Castle Rock on just over seven acres with a Large French-style Chateau built in 1893 and was gated.As they both went home, Alexandra couldn't believe that Jeremy had invited her over to his house; he's been extremely friendly and very professional. She kept thinking about it, Jeremy seemed like he was being genuine with her, but she wasn't sure yet if he truly was being sincere. There was something about Jeremy, and she had to find out what it was about him.Whereas Jeremy, when he got to his car, texted a buddy of his that was a linebacker playing for Houston, Brian Cupid, about if he had any ideas for a workout that would work for what Alexandra wanted for a workout.Jeremy couldn't tell if Alexandra was actually into him or was trying to be funny with her getting invited over to the comment. Alexandra would be the first person in Jeremy's house since he bought the house; not even his family has come over yet. More importantly, Jeremy couldn't help but wonder why he was now having nightmares about his hit all of a sudden when in the past three years, he had never even thought about the hit. " Could Alexandra have something to do with the nightmares? " Jeremy thought to himself, " That doesn't make any sense because the only thing that Alexandra has in common is that she is a linebacker. "Jeremy kept thinking about her on his way home. There was something about her that he couldn't shake or understand this feeling he has about her. When Jeremy got home, he saw that Brian Cupid had texted him back, saying that he used a workout that Alexandra could use with a bit of modification to adhere to Alexandra's wish to keep her figure.Brian said that he would email the workout to him shortly, and he would be willing to help Jeremy train her. Jeremy put on ESPN on the TVs in the house and started to work on his dinner, which would be his pre-workout meal as he was going to work out before Alexandra came over to train. He ate his dinner, then went to his workout relaxing room and laid down on his hydromassage table. He got on the table and set the table to run for two hours; once the massage table was set up, Jeremy put on the reruns of the Addams Family to wind down before bed.Once the hydro massage table finishes its cycle, Jeremy goes to bed and falls asleep pretty quickly. As Jeremy fell asleep, he again had the nightmare of his hit. As the nightmare continued, the more intense, the more natural the nightmare became. The voice of the linebacker was a bit distorted, once words came out of the linebacker, " Welcome to the pros, Rook." Jeremy woke up violently, drenched and sweating." What the Fuck is going on " Jeremy proclaims as he jolts up from the nightmare. Jeremy, shaken by the vivid nightmare, gets up, putting on basketball shorts and shoes to take a run around his land to get his mind off of the hit.Jeremy did seven layoff laps around the perimeter of his property, still frustrated and confused about why he's subconsciously focused on the hit that ended his career now, as it's been three years since it happened. This nightmare is slowly becoming a personal hell, he thought to himself. Still not satisfied with running laps and not wanting to chance to try to sleep again, Jeremy heads into the gym inside his house.Jeremy starts to work out to let out his frustration while trying to sum up how the hit is resurfacing as a mental issue now instead of three years ago. Hours go by as Jeremy can't get out of his mind while working out; Jeremy could always block out the distractions and the pressure and could come up with solutions for his problems while working out, with music blaring and being in his little world, he doesn't notice that Alexandra has come into the gym as agreed upon by both of them.Alexandra, holding her workout bag on her shoulder, can't believe what she sees with her hazel eyes; she had just come into Jeremy's house from the side door outside of the gym and now notices Jeremy working out with no shirt on, just shorts and running shoes he had worked up a good sweat working out that she could tell that he'd training for a while.Alexandra stared at Jeremy as he worked out; he looked like dew drops all over his body, and his biceps and arms looked like they were sculpted from a Greek statue. Jeremy had a toned back, and Alexandra couldn't wait to see his front torso.Alexandra realizes how wet she is in her sheath and heads over to turn down the stereo system before she starts to ponder what she would want to do to Jeremy and what she would yearn for Jeremy to do.Jeremy returns to the real world when the stereo gets turned down; he quickly checks his watch and realizes what time is. He turns around and gets up the machine he was on to see Alexandra, in a dark purple knee-length bodycon dress that flattered her figure while wearing black and purple stilettos, standing by the stereo holding a duffle bag.Jeremy apologized for the smell and not being ready for her to start her training, saying that he hoped that she wasn't waiting long as he rushed to wipe down the gym and Febreze the room.Alexandra giggled quietly, thinking, " long enough to want a taste of you," as she admired his well-toned pecs while trying to stay coherent and not fantasize.Alexandra played it cool and responded, " I just showed up. "Jeremy sighs and says, " I'm going to get cleaned up real quick. Over here is a room that you can change into. You can get warmed up once you've changed if you beat me to the gym."She nods in agreement and heads to the bedroom as Jeremy goes upstairs to get cleaned. Waiting to get changed for a moment, she stands outside the bedroom, hearing the shower going upstairs and envisioning what she'd be doing with Jeremy in the shower if she had her way right now. Maybe it was a bit frat boy Esq of her to think such things, but she was a vigorous young woman. She goes to change as she decides to forgo her cut-off practice jersey and go with her Nike sports bra and leggings that show off her assets.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
Billings, Montana, was a city transformed. The streets were alive with banners, news crews, and fans in every color—black, red, and purple for the Cannibals; baby blue, red, and Confederate grey for the Mississippi Militia. The WWIF Championship had come to the high plains for the league’s first-ever neutral-site final, and the whole country seemed to be watching.The Cannibals’ bus rolled up to the Wolves’ arena under a sky streaked with gold and violet. Alexandra Jordan pressed her forehead to the glass, heart pounding. The moment felt bigger than football. It was legacy, family, and the weight of three seasons’ worth of dreams.Arrival and AtmosphereInside, the arena was a living storm. The stands were a patchwork of colors, the air thick with anticipation. Cannibals fans had traveled from Denver, Militia fans from the Deep South, and the locals—most in Wolves gear—were just thrilled to be hosting history.Alexandra stepped onto the field, her cleats crunching on the painted turf.