<em>They were at center field of the new turf installed at Olympia Stadium.  The large insignia of a lioness head in light blue contrasted starkly with the vibrant green of the artificial grass.  The stadium was relatively small compared to college football, but about average looking at the other venues in their league, it would do nicely.  <br/><br/>Jason found himself looking at the slightly battered group of women standing, kneeling or keeled over, in front of him.  <br/><br/>“That was a good hard run today ladies.  I know it probably wasn‘t what a lot of you are used to, but you had better get used to it.  If you want to stick around here.” he paused.  The try-out had been barely a practice he had put them through a series of drills to assess the basic skills of this crew, that ended in a little scrimmage.  He hadn‘t expected much, but they had blown away what little expectations he had held.<br/><br/>“We will be announcing the team this Wednesday, that‘s in three days from now.  You will need to meet in the Board Room at 1:30, be on time, you can always be cut.  See you then.”  And with that he clapped his hands together and walked away, back towards his new office.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>That had been the last time he had seen his would-be players.  He had spent the next three days, sifting through modelling portfolios, cover shots and tape of the try-outs with the team management, trying to figure out who to bring aboard.  It had been a long process, management had wanted to field a team that would have barely made it out onto the field, but he had managed to wear them down.  He wouldn’t lie, he was pretty pleased with himself and fairly happy with the results.  All of the best players had been more or less selected.<br/><br/>As he sat in the Board Room at 1:00 on the Wednesday afternoon, Jason Dubine thought about the coming half an hour, he wondered what it would be like to coach this team.  He unlike the girls had already signed a contract and it was bugging him that he was officially ’tied down’.  He had never liked that.  But this was his chance, his chance to make a splash, sure it was in a smaller pond than he was hoping for, but the other fish weren’t too bad to look at.  A few of those fish had even offered a themselves to him in exchange for a roster spot.  Now he wasn’t going to win any chastity contests but he wasn’t always a man of his word either.  All he could say was that every spot had been earned, some albeit in more… satisfying ways than others.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn2-b.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/large/hash/94/63/946333e7f3553da227a64e018b4ab785.jpg)</div>Jason sat wearing his blue ‘Detroit Pride’ polo and khaki pants, in a chair at the bridge of the large U-shaped table the went around the back of the circular room.  He had a stack of white papers beside him and a small remote control in his hand as he tapped his fingers on the desk looking up at the clock.  He snapped out of his reverie when the knock came at the door, one of his assistant coaches opened it, first entered the rest of the staff and then the girls began to file in.<br/><br/>“Ladies, welcome, just stand there.” he said indicating the middle of the ‘U’.  Once they all had entered and the doors were shut behind them he stood up to address them.  “I thank all of you for your time, I won‘t waste any of it, so let‘s just cut to the chase.” he clicked a button on the remote and the large flat screened TV at the opposite side of the room flickered into life.  “If you would all turn your attention to the screen and take a seat if you hear your name announced.”<br/><br/>The picture began to come into focus as the slow mounting beat of 'Say My Name' (http://'Say My Name') by: Destiny's Child came from the speakers, and an energetic voice sprang into life.<br/><br/>“Introducing the 2011-2012, Detroit Pride!” the voice boomed.<br/><br/>When the girls names were announced, the cover photo they had left with management came up on the screen along with their name.  Once all sixteen players had taken their seats, Jason stood up, this was the somewhat uncomfortable part.  He addressed the twenty or so women still standing.  “On behalf of the Detroit Pride, I thank you ladies for trying out, but at this time, you will not be offered contracts.  I am going to have to ask you to please leave the room.”<br/><br/>On cue the door again opened, by the assistant coach, showing the way for them to leave.<br/><br/>“Please leave??!?!?  What the hell! Are you fucking serious?!?” one slender brunette said outraged, with her hands on her hips.  “Yes, please leave.” Jason said cooly, “I am sorry, but you were not chosen for the team.”  The rest of the rejected also began to murmur their discontent.  This was exactly what Jason had not wanted, especially with a few of them, who had, shall we say a little leverage in this situation.<br/><br/>The girls slowly trickled out of the room, a few at a time, more than a few profanities were muttered.  “What the fuck! They picked that bitch?”, “I mean, really, they want to put her in lingerie?!?!”, "Jason.... Call me.", "“I thought they wanted good looking players…. Guess I took the wrong flyer.”<br/><br/>The door finally slammed shut - but nobody heard- more than a dozen different voices had filled the room all at once, everyone was talking.<br/>