The boys are roughed up

TOUCHDOWN EAGLES!

“LETS FUCKING GO!!!” Bryce Walker screamed from the top of his lungs.

The boys of the offensive team all got around him after his massive right arm launch hitting Derek Marotta in the end zone for his third touchdown in a row.

The captain and number one quarter back was on fire in the first half and had been a key reason for their 24-6 half time score.

After he got the lead out to 25 points in the third quarter, the game was essentially iced. Their rivals, the Westmere Bulldogs were riddled with injuries and had struggled to put in much of an effort all night.

In the second half, knowing the game was lost, the boys from Westmere turned their focus from winning to just brutal aggression. They looked to start fights every chance they could.

With the offensive team on the field for the Eagles, Mark and Jackson found themselves in a few scraps with opposition players as did a lot of the boys.

But they weren’t the biggest threat out there…

When an all in brawl occurred, Mark was bowled over to the ground. He felt the hard turf below him and looked up to see a teammate in red who “accidentally” kicked him while he was down.

It was all a blur with players all around them and nobody else would have noticed but Mark had quickly realised that it was Justin Martin who had knocked him over and stuck his foot out to land a rough kick.

He was the only one in the firing zone, Mark could hear Jackson’s voice yell just seconds later. His cousin was in the middle of the brawl pack on the ground so there was no way to see what happened.

Once the refs were able to clear up the pack, Mark ran over to help his cousin up. He tried to stand up but couldn’t without the help of Mark keeping him up.

“What the fuck happened?”

Jackson groaned, gritting his teeth, “Number 31 knocked me over but… ugh… someone stepped on my ankle while I was down… fuck it kills…”

“On purpose?” Mark asked.

Jackson continued to grit his teeth, “I don’t know… maybe… fucking hurts though.”

As he carried him off, getting him to the bench so he could sit down, Mark took a quick look around them. Justin Martin was facing away from them, drinking from a water bottle.

Mark took another glance until he saw a stocky blonde male staring at Jackson, a small but noticeable smirk on his face.

“Fucking hell…” Mark muttered to himself.

Leo Lennox had stomped on Jackson’s ankle on purpose, potentially hard enough to break it with his cleets.

There was no doubt about it now, they were being targeted.