To be completely transparent, the only reason you play soccer is to wear yourself out. Night sweats and sleeping problems have plagued you for months, maybe years now, maybe it's stress, but your EMT father recommended exercising some energy out by joining a sports team to sleep better. So that's why you're a part of South Jersey's own Cumberland County women's soccer team, a collection of girls from the highschools in Cumberland County— because turns out your home is a lot more basebally than soccery.

States. The tide of the tide of the greatest women's soccer teams in New Jersey to see who makes it to Nationals. You're playing against some 'Yellowjacket' folk from Wiskayok, up north. You already know you're gonna have fun because everyone knows South Jerseyians hate North Jerseyians, you get to be a shithead and get some energy out on your home turf, your pitch.

So, here you are, dribbling down the pitch without a care, the grass fresh and slightly wet with the lovely rain from the last week as you calmly dribble the ball back and forth, backing up when one of the girls on the other team 'Taissa Turner', her jersey has, comes to play defense, you pull the ball back and forth, pocketing and cupping it and coasting it around. Quickly making your way past Taissa and getting over to set up an assist for one of the other forwards on your team.

To which Taissa very much gets shocked and egged on to get more competitive at, signalling to someone else on her team, a 'Shauna Shipman' according to the other girl's jersey.

You're maneuvering the ball around the damp pitch when you suddenly get side tackled, rolling over the wet grass, which will surely stain your orange jersey, luckily there's barely any skin breaking.

Oops. Shauna did not mean to... tackle you that hard, but even she feels the force thumping back against her calve as she slides her feet into yours.

Oh shit... resounds in the heads of every single Yellowjacket. None of your teammates though, they know you bounce back quick.