Hours Later...

Adrenaline continued to flood through Tyler's system as he barreled towards the end zone, the ball tight in his hands. They were three points down. It was the last minute of the game.

This was it.

His muscles burned with every stride, but he snarled and continued running, ready to be smashed to the ground at any moment.

30 feet...

20 feet...

10 feet...

As Tyler approached the line, he dove through the air, smashing against the ground with a thud as he brought the football against the ground hard. The impact nearly caused him to vomit, but it didn't matter. He could hear the screams of joy erupting from the female admirers in the stadium. He could hear the loud whoops from his teammates. Carter and Chad appeared over him, each extending a hand and hauling Tyler to his feet before embracing him. He grinned from ear-to-ear, eyes darting to see the sheer disappointment and upset in the faces of the other players. Hearing the stillness arise over the Outlaws' fans in the stands. The sheer collective disappointment and misery he'd caused each and every one of them, all by himself.

"Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!" his adoring fans chanted.

"We did it, bro!" Chad grinned. "We're the fucking champions!"

"Outlaws don't mean shit," Carter laughs.

Tyler stared up to the scoreboard. Two seconds left. He could almost taste the victory.

"We're celebrating well tonight, boys," Tyler said. "Carter, as soon as we run out the last few seconds, head out to the carpark. Slash those dickheads' tires, just to rub it in a little. Chad, I want you to get Jack for me after this. Bring him along to the party."

"That dick sheath? Why?"

"Just do it," Tyler smiled. "I'm going to have some fun tonight."