Initially, Valerie Killgrave's eyes widened upon seeing the beginning of the video, then her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at Coach and shook her head.<br/><br/>She didn't like one bit how Coach handled the cuts.  Throughout her life, she had played for all kinds of teams - high school volleyball, college crew, professional roller derby - but never had she seen something like this.  After three days away, it didn't make any sense for Coach to bring everyone back in, only to cluelessly and rudely rub the video in their faces and then politely ask them to leave.  There was no other way for this to go down except the way it did.<br/><br/>She did like how she looked in the video when they said her name:<br/><br/>Valerie Killgrave<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Pauline_Nordin_face_2.jpg)<br/><br/>Still, the team was made and the girls who didn't make it had to go.  Val hugged a couple of the cut players she got to know a bit, consoling them.<br/><br/><strong>"You never know, someone might get hurt or otherwise quit, and then they might call you in.  Just keep in the good shape you are and don't be a stranger."</strong><br/><br/>But then there were other girls, justifiably angry, unjustifiably causing a scene.  Val tried to herd them out the door, but then one of them snapped at her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I mean, really, they want to put her in lingerie?!?!”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The speaker was staring right at Val, who responded without hesitation.<br/><br/><strong>"They sure as hell don't want to put <em>you</em> in pads.  The keyword is <em>football</em>, bitch, not lingerie.  Come back with your pom-poms for cheerleading tryouts next week."</strong><br/><br/>Val gave in to her instinct and pushed the cut player forward like she was run-blocking her.  It was hard enough to create a domino effect, sending two more girls behind her out the door also.  Val slammed the door and locked it, turned around and smiled as wiped her palms against each other, as if she just took out the trash.<br/><br/>Her big brown eyes twinkled as she took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips while surveying the board room.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Pauline_hands_on_hips.jpg)<br/><br/>She made eye contact with the reporter.  She nodded back at him, acknowledging his presence, but was not being flirtatious about it.  Val loved sex but hasn't wanted to be with a man for a long time.  As for the players, she couldn't wait to see them in the uniforms.<br/><br/>She noticed Izzy would be playing defensive line with her.  Already, Val was picturing the sexy brunette in a three-point stance by her side.  Hopefully they would get to pile up on an opposing quarterback together.<br/><br/>There seemed to be some kind of tension between her and another player, Lilah, the sultry redhead.  Val's nipples stiffened at the idea of the two of them together, preferably on their knees side by side as Val donned a strap-on and made them live to up to their positions on offense.<em>Now that I have both of you babes spread <strong>wide</strong>, time to turn the two of you into <strong>receivers</strong>.</em><br/><br/>Allison was a cutie, but Val wasn't sure about her being the quarterback.  She had the physical and mental gifts - it was the emotional aspects that concerned Val.  Val nodded to herself as she decided that she was going to have to protect her QB opposing players as well as from insecurities and blows to her self-esteem.<br/><br/>There was also some hot chocolate on the team too.  Jessica was dark and sexy while Alicia was more of a mocha colored minx.  She breathed deeply as she imagined them in the shower, water dripping off their bodies.<br/><br/>Outside of Val's imagination and in reality, the scene was dysfunctional and chaotic.  This was typical LFL, with teams coming and going from year to year.<br/><br/>It was just like her first days with her previous LFL team, the Baltimore Charm, when they first started their inaugural season last year.  They ended up going 1-3, defeating only the other expansion franchise that year, the Orlando Fantasy.<br/><br/>They didn't have enough as much talent as other teams, but the main issue was team chemistry.  Her affair with the quarterback didn't help.  Val gave it her all, then thanked the league for the opportunity and told them she wanted out to focus on making physical training videos, preparing for both bodybuilding and fitness competitions, and doing more modeling.  What she didn't tell them was that she was getting into being a dominatrix and a wrestling partner.  Val already had a decent client base to tie up and whip, or lift and carry, or hold down and pin.  But the LFL persuaded her, one of their LFL All-Fantasy honorees, to give it another year with a team closer to her hometown.<br/><br/>At six feet tall, she stood a head taller than most of the 5'6" players.  She put her fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly until the talking stopped.<br/><br/><strong>"Name's Val.  Last year, I was with a rookie team.  <br/><br/>"We sucked.  <br/><br/>"We sucked so bad that we lost 60-6 and 33-0.  We sucked so bad that we only beat the other rookie team.  We sucked so bad that we had the worst point differential of the league.  In four games, our opponents scored over 90 more points that we did.<br/><br/>"You know why?  It was because of what you see here.  Drama, grudges, no forgiveness, just vengeance.  We're starting something new.  We have to put the past behind us.  We have to move on.  We can't have everyone talking and no one listening.  We can't have multiple voices, saying different things.  We can't have individuals.  We need a team.  We need multiple voices saying the <em>same</em> thing."</strong><br/><br/>She let it sink in for a moment before continuing.<br/><br/><strong>"So let's start now.  The one time we won last year, we got amped up during warmups with a chant used by a Super Bowl team, based on a something from U.S. Marines.<br/><br/>"When I say 'One,' you say 'Two!'  When I say 'Win,' you say 'For you!'  One (Two!) Win (For you!)."<br/><br/>"When I say 'Three,' you say 'Four!'  When I say 'Win,' you say 'Some more!'  Three (Four!) Win (Some More!)."<br/><br/>"When I say 'Five,' you say 'Six!'  When I say 'Win,' you say 'For kicks!'  Five (Six!) Win (For kicks!)."<br/><br/>"When I say 'Seven,' you say 'Eight!'  When I say 'Win,' you say 'It's great!'  Seven (Eight!) Win (It's great!)."<br/><br/>"When I say 'Nine,' you say 'Ten!'  When I say 'Win,' you say 'Again!'  Nine (Ten) Win (Again!).  WIN (AGAIN!) WIN (AGAIN).  WIN (AGAIN!) WIN (AGAIN)."</strong><br/><br/>She hoped that her teammates would be making noise together instead of apart or not at all.<br/>