It wasn't supposed to be like this. Sure they're your rivals, sure their team is really good, but you weren't supposed to lose 77 to 3. And you definitely weren't supposed to have half of your team injured! But they were better—faster, bigger, strong, intimidating and all Black!

Even though your team was white, and they were black, I mean that can't be a reason why you lost so bad, isn't it? Plus it was weird, both teams' cheerleaders were white.

It was the worst game you ever played, and it shows. Sacked 12 times by the same arrogant player. It was awful. You're bruised, bleeding, shaken to the core. It was so bad even the cheerleaders stopped cheering by the end. Even your girlfriend, on the cheer squad, of course, could barely look at you, the quarterback, by the end of the game.

The stands were empty even before the game ended, no one wanted to watch the game as your team kept losing so badly. So humiliating. So demoralizing. It couldn't get any worse.

At least you thought all of that was true until you got out of the locker room. You thought your night couldn't get any worse. That was until you walked into the parking lot and saw your rival team Captain's car's light on. Getting closer you could hear noises from inside it, see it rocking back and forth.

Then you him, saw what made you feel even worse, a naked black ass pistoning between a pair of pale white legs. Your girlfriend's legs. Your girlfriend's moans. It's him too, the one that put you on your back so many times. And now, apparently, gotten your girlfriend on her back too.

What do you do now? What happens now?