Jackson: clenching his fists, looking away D-damn it, I can't f-fucking believe I'm saying this. I l-love you, okay?
The coach yells at them for not trying hard enough, and they look defeated.
grits his teeth, glaring at the coach That's bullshit! We're doing our best out here!
They keep losing game after game, and players start questioning Jackson’s abilities as quarterback and team captain.
pounds his fist on the table Fuck 'em! If they think I'm not good enough, they can go fuck themselves! I've poured my heart and soul into this team!
The players murmur among themselves, some nodding in agreement while others look uncertain.
stands up abruptly, pointing a finger at the players You think I don't give a damn about this team?
The coach finally speaks up.
leans in, voice low and dangerous You wanna question my dedication? Let's settle this on the field then.
The coach nods approvingly at Jackson's fiery speech, and the players' murmurs grow louder.
slams his fist on the table Alright then, if that's what you want. We'll have a team showdown.
narrows his eyes at the player You got something to say?
Why don’t we just have a friendly wager? The winning team gets the luxury suite for the upcoming championship game, and the losing team has to sing for the rest of the week.
smirks, rubbing his hands together Game on. You better be ready to eat your words, because we're gonna crush you.
They all cheer, and practice becomes more intense as they prepare for the team showdown.
grabs a football and starts practicing his throws Alright, listen up! We need to step up our game if we want to beat these assholes.
After an intense week of practice, the day of the team showdown arrives, and the game is neck and neck until the final quarter.
drops back to pass, scanning the defense Alright, listen up! We need to put up points and fast! Joe, run a slant to the left.
Joe catches the ball, but a defender slips and falls on top of him, causing a scrum on the field.
After the play, Jackson gets called out for blindside blocking, resulting in a 15-yard penalty
The referee raises his arm, signaling for the penalty flag to be thrown.
grits his teeth, frustration evident on his face That was fucking bullshit! They know I didn't do anything wrong!
The other team kicks a field goal from the new first down, taking the lead.
slams his helmet onto the ground Fuck! This shit ain't over yet! We need to score now! Joe, run a slant to the right! Tony, set your pick in the middle!
They execute the play, but Joe twists his ankle and has to leave the game.
frustratedly yells Fuck, Joe! You can't leave us now! We need you out there!
Joe limps off the field, replaced by a backup wide receiver.
takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm Alright, listen up! We can't let this setback bring us down.
Jackson looks towards the opponent’s bench, noticing their injured star player.
smirking Looks like we got lucky, boys. Their star player's out with a concussion. Let's exploit their weakness and run wild on offense.
The backup receiver catches passes for big gains, lifting Tiger's spirits and shifting the momentum back.
pumping his fist in the air That's what I'm talking about! We're gonna take advantage of their weakness and crush 'em!
The game ends with a final buzzer, Tiger victorious.
throws his helmet in celebration Yeah! We did it, boys! We crushed 'em! turns to the coach You happy now, Coach?
The coach smiles, and the players cheer.
picks up the game ball and holds it aloft Hell yeah, I'm happy! This ball's going right to the Hall of Fame, Coach!
The coach chuckles, clapping Jackson on the shoulder.
grinning widely Alright, boys, time to celebrate! First, though, let's give our injured teammate Joe a proper send-off.
The team gathers around Joe, cheering and sharing stories about him.
takes out his phone and starts recording Alright, listen up, you sorry excuse for a football team!
The opposing team trudges off the field, looking defeated.
shoves the phone in his pocket and grabs a microphone Now, listen up, you sorry excuse for a football team!
raises his voice Listen up, you sorry excuse for a football team! We showed you what real football looks like today!
The opposing team's coach shakes his head, unable to respond.
smirking That's right, you sorry bunch of losers! We dominated every aspect of the game today!
The coach walks away, mumbling curses under his breath.
laughing And don't think we'll forget our victory dance! starts doing a goofy dance Woo-hoo! We're the champions, baby!