It was a complete route, and John's team loses once again

Things weren't much different the second time around. Jenna's team looked bored, but nonetheless they kept on their warpath, chucking ball after ball at the girls on John's team. John could have sworn that the girls on his team were jumping straight into the path of the oncoming projectiles, but he didn't have time to really look as he was jumping every which way trying not to get hit. Eventually though, his efforts proved to be for not; he was running to grab a ball left on the ground, when he "mysteriously" tripped. He felt the cold tile slide against his shoulder, the sting of rubber on his bared chest, and a sense of dread as he looked up into Jenna's grinning face.

"Alright, Johnny," she said, as John climbed to his feet, "you know what to do."

John hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, but before he pulled them down, he frowned, looking up at Jenna. "You rigged this game, didn't you?"

Jenna took on a look of mock hurt. "What? Me? Don't be such a sore loser, John!"

John grumbled, looking over his shoulder at the girls on his team, waiting anxiously for John to carry out his penalty. He shook his head, sighed deeply, and send his shorts falling to the floor. His black boxer briefs left little to the imagination, and despite himself, there was already a bulge growing at the front of it. Doing his best to ignore the giggles and murmurs from behind him, John kicked his shorts towards Jenna, who picked them up with a flourish before tossing them out of the way.

Almost out of energy, almost out of time, and pretty much out of hope that he'd get any help from his teammates, John got ready for the final match to just be over...