The teams were cheering. Main Nation Ministry destroyed the Christian Isles with 32-0. The General immediately ran up to them with a smile on his face. "I can't believe this! This is our first time and we were trained to be naturals! Now, don't let your guards be down! We need to keep training the same way! I shall have more prisoners for you to train with. Now, we will return to training!"
During the 2nd day of training, the prisoners who volunteered either left the training area on a stretcher or in a body bag.
Meanwhile...
The number one fan was carrying a duffel bag, smiling. She was here to honor the Leader, but she wants to have the Leader honor her back. She did what she wanted to love him, but he branded her a terrorist for it. It makes sense, seeing how the Leader compared her if Ted Bundy and Charles Manson raised a child. Her charisma was high enough, that no one will question her, even if she was threatening them with a gun saying how it's from a movie. She was in in her "home" with her "parents". Her "parents" lifelessly sat at the chairs at each end of the table, frozen in time, already dead. She turned on the TV and saw the news of the football team winning the first match day. She got herself a bottle of the Leader's favorite soda and sipped it.
And now, back to Training...
The general was sipping his own drink. A guilty pleasure of snake fish oil with vodka. He looked down back at the training area, where the defensive team were once again, tackling another poor soul. The general simply smiled again, knowing that his team is going to win the next match day. He went back to his office and admired the photo of him with the former Second In-Command. "You will be missed.", the General said, frowning a little. He already made a call to the Ministry of Truth to write the team's first win in the history books. The general put on his cologne and put his little silver snake fish pin on. When the team wins the next match day, he will make a press conference addressing the team and having the population encourage them to win.
"For the history books."
Back at the training area, Ray Wilkerson was practicing kicking the football to the goals, laces out as always. James Millers walked up to Ray who kicked a goal. "Ray, my man!", said James. "Mr Millers, I'm practicing as always." "I know that, Ray. But you need to stay focused. I saw you almost about to taunt the crowd from the opposition side. You need to remember the consequences of things." "Mr Millers-", Ray stopped because he stepped in a puddle of blood from another unlucky prisoner. "Ray, I know you can do good, those Christian Isles parasites were weak. They deserved to lose. You still need to remember to stay on your guard." "Yes, Mr Millers.", Ray said as he walked to the restroom to wash off his bloody cleat.