A/N: Once again I want to give thanks to DaveTheWordsmith, KODfreak, and LegendaryWhiteBoy for reviewing and giving great feedback. Everyone you should check out and review their works because there is some great stuff there if you haven't already, especially "Choices" and "More than Friends" great fics by DaveTheWordsmith and KODfreak's "The Other Guy". Also check out and review "Life Goes On" by DaBlackGoku one of my favourite fics on the site and maybe we'll get the next update soon. Please review.

A/N II: So I have two sequels planned for this fic the first being one of hockey and the second another football one. Over the next few chapters of this fic I'm giving you my readers the chance to submit suggestions for new team names for both sequels such as in this fic the team is called the Wuncler Black Panthers. Private message me your suggestions or put it in your review. Don't forget to mention which sequel the name goes with. I will then picked out the best names and put up a poll to let you vote which one you all like. Please submit your suggestions.

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Chapter 44 – Pregame Head Butt

Jason's alarm went off again and he let it beep for a few seconds before he turned it off. He tried to sit up and swing his legs off his bed but something held him in place He winced as Cindy still sleeping gripped his abdomen tighter putting pressure on his ribs.

Reaching around he tried to shake her awake. "Cindy get up," he said trying to break her grip but she was having none of it. "We have to go."

Behind him Cindy groaned awake but did not let go and Jason shook her again. "I have to go wake Riley."

"Ten minutes," Cindy mumbled digging her head into his shoulder blades. "It's too cold."

"Then get up," Jason said finally breaking her grip and sitting up but she tried to grab hold of him again and squeezed his ribs causing him to stiffen in pain.

"Are ya aight?" she asked suddenly fully awake and concerned.

"It's alright," Jason lied gingerly stretching out his sides.

"No it ain't ya hurt again," Cindy said sitting up and scrawling across the bed to sit beside him. "Wuz it da bat?"

"A little. It just aggravated it," Jason admitted. "I'll be fine once I tape it up though."

"We have to tell Huey," Cindy argued.

"No, no one else needs to know, especially Huey. We can't be worrying about something so insignificant at a time like this. We can't have Huey holding back because he is worried about my ribs."

"But ya could get really hurt dis time."

Jason got up and walked into the bathroom to grab his tape and began bandaging his ribs. "I'll be fine. It's only a minor annoyance. I've played through worse," he said returning to the bedroom and began searching for a clean pair of shorts and a shirt.

"Ya keep saying ya've played through worse but what can be worse den one of ya'll ribs going through ya lung or ya heart for a silly game of football for dat sucka Ed Wuncler of all people?"

"Alright fine if it will put your mind to rest I'll go see a doctor and get his clearance," Jason gave in. "Can I go wake up Riley now? We'll have to leave early if I'm going to get some x-rays done."

"Go," Cindy said getting of the bed and heading for his bathroom.

Jason put on his shirt and headed upstairs where Riley was still sleeping, his face buried in his pillows. "Yo Reezy get your ass up," Jason said shoving Riley in the shoulder but Riley just grumbled and waved him away. "Alright I'll just call your brother," Jason lied pulling out his pink phone and pretending to dial some numbers. "Yo what's up Huey...no I'm trying to get him up...use a belt okay I got one right here."

Hearing the word belt Riley practically jumped out of his bed on the opposite side of Jason, shielding his face. "Ah nigga ya ain't got no belt. Dat's real uncool JJ, real uncool."

"We need to go down to the hospital so we're leaving early," Jason said putting away his phone before Riley could laugh at him for still having the girly phone.

"Why ya need to go to the hospital? C-Murph finally knock ya da fuck out?" Riley laughed while gathering his clothes.

'Something like that. She wants me to get an x-ray for my ribs before the game. They've been acting up," Jason said and Riley only laughed harder.

"She got ya whipped harder den Granddad got me last week and I still got da welts on mah back," Riley laughed holding his sides and smacking his knee.

Jason picked up one of Riley's pillows and hurled it at Riley who was too busy laughing to see the pillow and took it full in the face. "Just get dressed and meet us downstairs or you can walk to the stadium."

"Aight, aight nigga I'm coming," Riley said while pulling on his clothes and following Jason back downstairs. "Just let a nigga get some grub first." Riley ran over to the pizza box in the living room and grabbed the remaining half a pizza and followed Jason and Cindy out the door.

"I'm driving," Cindy said remotely unlocking her Beamer.

"I'll drive," Jason said after Riley made some whipping sounds and mimed the action at him.

"Wit' ya ribs ya ain't doing nothin'," Cindy said opening the driver seat down and climbing in.

Riley made more whipping sounds and laughed at him. "I told ya nigga, ya whipped."

"Just get in the car Riley," Jason grumbled moving around the hood to the passenger seat.

Jason, Cindy, and Riley left the doctor's office an hour and a half later all with smiles on their faces. His latest x-ray had shown only a very slight bruising around his ribs that was causing the pain and the doctor had cleared him to play under the caution that he be careful because that slight bruising could lead to his reinjuring his ribs worse than they were before. Even still they were all excited and as long as the doctor cleared him it was good enough for Cindy.

As they climbed back into Cindy's car, Jason pulled out his phone, which Riley predictably laughed at, and saw he had a missed call from Huey. Clicking the call button his phone dialled Huey's number and Huey picked up the phone.

"Finally," Huey grumbled into his phone. "What the hell have you been doing all morning?"

"Well I got up before dawn and went to the stadium for a light warm up before returning home and sleeping till about an hour and a half ago or so," Jason answered. He felt it was stupid to have to tell Huey everything. It was what he imagined having parents was like, but he was the captain and it was game related so he answered.

"And during that half an hour? What were you doing that you could not return my call hmm?"

"I was selling crack Huey. The three of us were on the street selling crack," Jason said with a laugh and everyone else in the car joined in.

"Yeah sure what were you really doing?" Huey said annoyed.

"We were at the doctor's office," Jason admitted.

"For what?" Huey asked concern replacing annoyance. "Did you get attacked again?"

"Nah my ribs we just acting up so we went as a precaution. Everything checked out though so there is now worry," Jason partly lied. His ribs still bothered him but he was not going to tell Huey that.

"That's good to hear. You guys need to be on the alert though. I think Cairo might be trying to stop us from getting to the field and registering the team," Huey said and Jason heard the sound of rustling curtains. "They're parked a little down the street here and Hiro has said the same. We're heading out now so be careful. At least one group has to make it there before the deadline."

"We'll be careful," Jason assured him. "We're a little out of the way so it might take us longer to get to the stadium."

"Just get there on time," Huey said. "We're leaving now so get to the stadium as soon as possible."

"Just make sure you get there on time and we'll worry about ourselves," Jason said with a smirk watching the mirror outside his window. "I think I see them following us. I've seen that car a couple times since we left but I never thought much about it."

"Be careful and don't do anything stupid," Huey warned and Jason could hear Huey's car's engine starting in the back ground before he hung up.

"Drive faster," Jason told Cindy. "We're being followed. Huey thinks they might be trying to stop us from getting to the registration on time."

"Ya got it," Cindy said speeding up.

"If I had my bike this would not be a problem," Jason cursed Huey's rashness.

"Why would it matter if ya had ya bike nigga? Huey is da captain only he needs to get dere to register us," Riley said as Cindy weaved through the traffic and took sharp turns onto side streets to lose their stalker but no matter what she did the black car followed.

"Any captain or assistant can register da team," Cindy speeding up even more.

"Den who's da captains or assistants other den Huey?" Riley asked and Jason smacked his forehead.

"We've had three games and you still don't know who are captains and assistants are? There's a captain or assistant in each of our three groups," Jason laughed. "You really are dumb aren't you?"

"Wait are ya da other captain C-Murph?" Riley asked leaning up to poke his head into front of the car's cab.

"Nah Reezy I ain't da other captain. Caesar is da defensive Captain and Hiro is da defence assistant," Cindy answered.

"So den da offensive assistant is...ah man dat's whack," Riley complained as Jason smirked at him. "How did ya get to be da offensive assistant? Why ain't I da assistant?"

"Maybe because you left the team," Jason reminded him.

"Whateva nigga ya still only an assistant, ya Huey's number two. I'd rather be nothing den dat nerd's number two."

"Maybe but that puts you under me," Jason laughed and Riley flopped back in his seat.

"Whateva nigga."

Huey started the engine of his Mustang with Jazmine sitting in the back this time and Caesar beside him. If something went wrong Caesar would need to take over and get to the stadium.

As soon as he turned his Mustang on the road a green car down the road started and followed a bit of ways behind him.

"You think the other guys will make it in one piece?" Caesar asked as Huey drove his gas pedal all the way down to the floor and his tires screeched as they left black marking on the road. In a small cloud of smoke Huey took off down the street taking the first corner at full speed shifting and using his brakes to drift around the corner.

"They'll be fine," Huey said shifting gears again and putting some distance between his car and their stalker who was speeding up as well.

Huey darted in and out of the side streets and traffic and soon lost their stalker near the freeway.

"I told you. These guys aren't very good. I'm a little disappointed in Cairo. This was the best he could muster," Huey said as Wuncler Stadium came into view. They were in the clear and now he had to wait and hope the rest of his team made it. He wanted to get out of the car and get to the registration official but his path was blocked.

Standing in front of the players' entrance was Cairo with Dewey close beside him and what looked like most of his team blocking the entrance.

"What do we do now?" Jazmine asked. "The two of you can't take them all."

"We wait and hope. We still have twenty minutes before registration is up and we have to fill out our official roster for the game," Huey said staring hatefully at Cairo across the parking lot. Cairo and a couple of his players began to step toward them.

They barely managed two steps before they were forced back as Cindy's blue Beamer screeched into the parking lot. It was beat up, the front of the car was all dented, all the lights were broken, it was missing a back, the hood was barely staying down and the back bumper was gone. The car was on its last legs and Huey was amazed they even made it to the stadium. He had to wonder what the hell had happened on their way to the stadium for their car to be in that condition.

He was not surprised when Riley, Cindy, and Jason literally jumped out of the beaten car unafraid of the gang blocking the entrance. Huey quickly got out of his car and Caesar and Jazmine followed a few steps behind. He had to make sure none of his Golden Triumvirate got hurt in something stupid like this.

"Out of the way Cairo," Huey said forcefully as he met up with his Triumvirate in front of the barricade.

"I don't feel like it," Cairo said shrugging shoulders and raising his hands. "We've already registered and if you don't we win and it will look like you guys ran away scared and I'll have my revenge. Everyone will think you're a coward Huey."

"Get out of my way. I don't have the patients for this," Jason said impatiently grabbing Cairo by the front of his green and silver coat.

"Let go of me you igloo dwelling punk ass bitch," Cairo said arching his back and before Jason could do anything he slammed his head into his face connecting with the bridge of his nose and Jason let go of Cairo falling back into Huey who caught him. There was a sickening dry cracking sound as Jason's nose gave way under Cairo's forehead.

"God damnit," Jason cursed holding his bleeding nose.

"That's just the start of it. If you're afraid you better quit now," Cairo crackled as everyone crowded around Jason.

"Afraid. Do you know who I am?" Jason shouted through his hands and the blood dripping down his face and through his hands. His words were hard to understand and all nasally from his broken nose. "I'm Jason James, the greatest of the greatest. You think this will stop me. I've played through worse." Jason removed his hands and the blood flowed freely down his face. With his blood covered hands Jason grabbed each side of his nose and with a quick yank reset his nose and the blood slowly stopped flowing. "Riley we need to make a hole."

"Already ahead of ya," Riley said and Jason charged toward the barricade only to hit the wall and get thrown back.

"Kee-Yah bitch!" Ed shouted as Hiro's Flex finally made it to Wuncler Stadium. Ed sat in the passenger wide leaning on the roof a mini Uzi in hand. On the other side of the car Rummy was doing the same out of the back window with a M4A1. Both ex-marines fired rounds at the barricades feet and they quickly scattered in the face of guns allowing Huey to walk into the stadium with his team around him.

At ten minutes to seven o'clock Huey stood in middle of their locker room laying out his game plan while out in the hall Jason was playing with a football bruises already starting to show under his eyes, soon they would be full black eyes.

Once Huey finished Cindy got up and walked out of the room where she found Jason juggling the ball between his feet. Normally Jason would have joined the team but this time he had taken his helmet with him when he left the room.

"Ah he really did a number on ya JJ," Cindy said looking at his light blue almost white eyes.

"I'll get him back," Jason promised with a smirk. "What are you doing out here?"

"I told you we were going to have that talk so know we are going to have it before its too late," Cindy said.

"You really think this is the time?" Jason asked balancing the ball on one foot while he balanced on his other foot.

"No but I need to get dis off mah chest," Cindy said.

"Then talk," Jason said.

"Are ya really gonna go back to Canada? Even given us."

"I am. I have obligations to my other team. This is a significant choice for my future. If I do well on this team I will get a high draft spot and will get a shot to play in the NHL. My future would be set," Jason explained.

"But what about me and ya?" Cindy asked cautiously.

"I told you already this changes nothing. I'm going to leave until the season is over and then I will come back. It could be anywhere from mid-March to early June."

"That's like seven months," Cindy whined.

"A short seven months," Jason smiled. "You can do it."

"I guess I have to. Besides I still have dat bet I won. If I want to see ya I just have to call right" Cindy said as Huey led the team out of the room.

"I told you I always pay my debts. Anytime no matter where I am," Jason assured her.

"You guys ready?" Huey asked putting his hand on Jason's shoulder.

"I've got some payback to dish out. And I get what's owed to me," Jason smirked letting the ball fall from his foot as he grabbed his helmet from its place on the ground near the wall. He looked into his amber visor. This would be the last time he put that helmet on. After today he would not need it. Beside him Huey thought the same thing. After today if he had his way it would be the last time he stepped on the gridiron.

The game is about to begin can Huey put down Cairo again?