She walked into the locker room with a vengeance. She was the first female coach in the league ever but she knew they couldn't deny what she knew, how much she knew and how she would take this team by storm. She knew what she would be up against, men who think that this sport can only be handled by other men. Boy did they ever have another thing coming. They would respect her the way they would respect her if she were born with a dick.

The fact of the matter was she loved football since she was an embryo. She was raised on it, lived, breathed and slept it. The only thing she never did was play it professionally but if there were a way she would be able she would show these running backs a thing or two about how the game was played, but here was her way to do so. The saying was those who can do, those who can't teach. Well since they were intimidated by a woman on the field she would teach.

She stood in front of her new boss' office, game time.

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"The infamous Joey Rodriguez," the owner of the Boston Cougars greeted her. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

She shook his hand, "How do you do?"

"I want you to be prepared about what you're up against."

She wanted to roll her eyes, she knew what she was up against; a bunch of little boys with grown man egos.

"Do you think there will be any problems?"

He looked at her; did he think there would be any problems? He was bringing a new head coach and not only that he was bringing in a woman, if he didn't think there would be any problems he was a bigger fool than he looked.

"Well I think you're going to be a bit of a culture shock for them."

Joey nodded in answer. Inside she couldn't stop herself from laughing her ass off. Culture shock, huh? The fact of the matter of when it came to this game the best a woman could be was reporter or cheerleader. She was better than that. She could analyze the field with the best of them as well as being able to design and call plays of the most exotic sort. There wouldn't be a defense in the league that would be ready for her offense and not an offense on the roster that would be able to handle her blitzes.

"I think I can handle it." She told him, "Just one question."

"And that is?"

"Do they know I'm female?"

He shook his head; he only hired her because given her credentials he would have a fuck of a discrimination charge on his hands had he not hired her. But he was confident that with the group he had on his hands she was going to step down before the season ended. As he looked at this beautiful, delicate featured creature in front of him he had no doubt that she'd bitten off way more than she could chew.

She smiled the most devious smile he'd ever seen on a human being in his life. It was a definite cross between an angel and Lucifer himself. "Good," she said, "keep it that way."

The locker room was buzzing about the new head coach that owner Vince McMahon had hired. Everything had been quiet as kept when it came to the new candidate. They had to admit, without it being announced to the likes of the ESPN it must've been one of the biggest names in all of football.

"Female on the floor," she announced loud enough for all to hear.

She didn't really need to because it was a team meeting they should've been dressed already but just in case someone wanted be a smart ass. She stood there in her black A-line skirt, white shirt with a collar. Her black stilettos brought her five foot seven inch frame up to five eleven so that she could look her shortest player in the eye. She wanted them to look at her just as they were; as someone they could intimidate. They so had another thing coming.

"Hello there," John Cena stepped in front of her. According to her roster and research he was her ladies man running back.

"Hello there," she said back in her professional, take no prisoners tone. "In fact, good afternoon team. How are you?" A chorus of 'How you doing?' ensued making her feel like she was in a bad episode of Friends. "I'm well today and thank you for asking." She looked around noting her power contenders and her power pretenders. She already knew that she was going to strip this team down to its base and build it all over again. "I'm also Joey Rodriguez," she told them, "your new head coach."

There was such a silence that you could hear an ant sneeze. Some of them looked so stunned that if the wind blew too hard they were going fall dead at her four inch Jimmy Choo's. Taking their silence as a a cue to continue she did. "As you found on each of your chairs there is a new team agenda. Please abide by it, failure to do so will result in fines which are outlined in the new regulation handbook." The standoff began, them staring at her and her following suit. She would not be intimidated, she didn't give a damn what they did. The silence was finally broken when out of the blue, John Cena burst into laughter.

"Yeah right," he said as he took a deep breath from laughing. "So where is the real Joey Rodriguez?"

Ignoring his question completely she continued, "So if no one has any questions then I will need just ten minutes to change into more suitable work out gear. Per the new guidelines practice stars at 10 a.m. sharp and as of 9:55, you are late. Suitable consequences will be found at the back of the handbook. Any questions?" They were all exchanging looks with each other, as she stated she would not be intimidated so if they wanted to try her they would find that they would lose that battle. "Good, then it's 9:40 I'll meet you outside on the field for warm ups. Meeting adjourned." And with that she headed back out of the locker room.

She changed into a wife beater, a pair of black nylon sweats and a pair of Nikes. She headed to the field to find it bare. She smiled. Is that how you want to play this game? She headed to her office to write up fine slips and game suspensions.

Fine. It's game time.