You may be a female on the T.C. Williams High School but you were still really good enough for both Coach Yoast and Coach Boone's taste. You real name was "Y/N L/N" but you were also "Number 47" since it was your jersey number, as well as "Nicks" since that was your middle name. You were currently playing against Groveton Indians. As you were about to throw the ball to Julius Campbell, one of them came up out of nowhere and tackled you to the field, driving their elbow across your chest. You clutched your chest as the player eventually got off of you. Coach Yoast and Boone called a timeout and they and the boys all jogged over to you. Coach Yoast carefully removed your helmet and pats your cheek.

Coach Yoast: "Hey, kid, kid, can you hear me? You awake?"

Two blood stains are seen through your jersey, which caught the two off guard. They gently removed your jersey and chest plate, and saw two trails of blood trickling down your front. The Indian must have ripped open the stitches from your recent Mastectomy you were still recovering from, though it didn't stop you from playing, since you had a fiery passion for football, despite gender opposites.

Coach Boone: "MEDIC!!"

Almost immediately, two EMTs ran to your side and began applying gauze and bandages to your open, bleeding chest.

Julius, to the Indian player: "What the fuck is your problem?! That was targeted!"

Gerry: "Julius is right! Nicks may be a girl, but who cares?! That ain't no reason for you to be tossing her around the field like some ragdoll!"

The Indian player, to Julius and Gerry: "If she thinks she can play with the big boys, then she better learn how to take a hit like a man!"

Ronnie/Sunshine: "If I see any of you trying to lay so much as a finger on her one more time, I'll make sure to nail every one of you shitfucks in the face once this game is all over with!"

Meanwhile, the coaches were holding you up as the EMTs wrapped up the wounds.

Coach Boone: "Easy, easy, girl..."

Coach Yoast: "Come on, kid... Stay with us... Stay with us..."

Ronnie and Gerry stomped over to the Indians, eyes wild with barely contained anger and 'protective boyfriend'ness and the coaches were getting a bad feeling that something was gonna go down.

"Boys..." Coach Boone warned them but neither Gerry nor Ronnie were listening, instead continuing to approach the Indian player that tackled you.

Ronnie/Sunshine: "Hey, dickhead!!"

The Indian player turned to face Gerry and Ronnie as Gerry threw a mean left hook.

Coach Yoast: "GERRY!!"