American Football: Domination

Ramsey, a second-year cornerback.

Lance, a rookie running back.

Both rising stars in the league, both known for their sharp tongues and bold statements. But due to their different positions, the media had never really pitted them against each other.

In fact, earlier this week, the two had accidentally teamed up.

Before the divisional round, Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger and safety Mike Mitchell had completely dismissed both the Jacksonville Jaguars and the Kansas City Chiefs. They were already looking ahead to facing the New England Patriots in the AFC Championship, talking nonstop about Brady and Belichick, openly disrespecting their upcoming opponents.

And then—

They both lost.

Eliminated.

After the game, Lance fired back at Roethlisberger with a brutal comeback that instantly went viral. That one-liner became a meme plastered all over social media, and even White Claw saw an unexpected sales boost.

Rumor had it that White Claw was seriously considering offering Roethlisberger a sponsorship deal—with a profit-sharing cut for Lance. Whether true or not, the mere speculation was already an insult to Roethlisberger.

But that's how the internet worked.

Meanwhile, Ramsey humiliated Mitchell with a response that was just as savage—by quoting Lance's viral line.

"Who?"

When reporters asked Ramsey about Mitchell's pregame comments, he didn't even blink before replying with a blank stare.

The media erupted.

A journalist quickly followed up, "The guy Fournette ran over."

Ramsey: "Oh, now I remember. I don't know him like that."

Ramsey might have been ruthless, but he had standards—he didn't waste his trash talk on nobodies. Whether Mitchell appreciated the recognition was another story.

Regardless, the reporters loved it. Soon enough, Ramsey's deadpan expression was turned into a meme factory.

Unintentionally, Lance and Ramsey had formed an off-field trash talk tag team.

Even so, the media still didn't link them together—until now.

An unexpected surprise arrived.

Ramsey, out of nowhere, turned his sights on Lance. Purely indiscriminate fire.

"Him? He's alright. He just does whatever the coaches tell him to do."

When asked about Chiefs quarterback Alex Smith, Ramsey spoke with the confidence of a veteran, like a young general surveying the battlefield.

Reporters were already rubbing their hands together in excitement. A potential Ramsey vs. Smith beef? This could get interesting.

But Ramsey wasn't done. He kept throwing bombs.

"Lance? …Lance, right? That's how you say his name?"

"I think he's overrated."

Reporters: Christmas came early.

"Of course, he's talented, and he's shown potential. But it's one season. And he's got a great supporting cast. His teammates carry that running game—not just him. Look at Hunt. He's putting up numbers too, isn't he? A third-rounder and a top-three pick—what's the difference? We should wait and see."

"I think you all need to calm down. You're hyping him up just because he's an Asian running back. The way y'all exaggerate everything he does is ridiculous."

"He's just… okay."

Ramsey's words had qualifiers. He acknowledged Lance's potential.

But in the media's eyes, none of that mattered.

All they saw was:

"Ramsey: Lance is overrated. He's just okay."

That bombshell dropped, and the reporters covering the AFC Championship in Jacksonville went feral. They rushed straight to the Chiefs' hotel, eager to ambush Lance.

Boom.

A heavy punch thrown Lance's way.

Lance, however, just looked confused, deep in thought—before giving up on figuring it out.

"Who?"

The reporters nearly choked holding back laughter.

Ramsey: Instant karma.

As expected, the original line hit harder. Lance's genuinely clueless expression had far more impact than Ramsey's calculated performance.

Lance wasn't trying to insult Ramsey.

He actually didn't know who he was.

Patrick Mahomes, standing nearby, wasn't even fazed. He watched the reporters collectively lose their minds and simply shook his head. Amateurs.

A reporter quickly tried to explain. "The cornerback who intercepted Roethlisberger three times in two matchups this season."

Lance's expression remained serious. "Is intercepting Roethlisberger supposed to be difficult?"

Roethlisberger: What the hell did I do to deserve this?!

Two birds, one stone.

In just one sentence, Lance roasted both Ramsey and Roethlisberger.

For a moment, the reporters didn't even know how to react. Should they nod? Shake their heads? Why did this feel so funny? Should they follow up on Ramsey? Or Roethlisberger? The sheer chaos was overwhelming.

And then—

Lance just walked away.

Just like that.

Leaving behind absolute carnage.

Whether Lance and Ramsey would actually clash on the field remained to be seen. But one thing was certain—Lance and Roethlisberger were now sworn enemies.

And the best part?

Both Lance and Ramsey were stealth assassins in the trash talk game. No loud theatrics, no wild gestures—just casual, effortless verbal kill shots.

On the surface, neither seemed to be actively targeting the other.

But every word was a dagger.

Reporters: Rubbing hands. This is even better than Fournette vs. Lance.

Fournette, utterly confused: Defeated. Again.

As Lance strolled away, the reporters quickly realized—there was still one huge question left unanswered.

Ramsey had implied that Lance's success was fueled by his Chinese heritage—that people hyped him up due to political correctness.

Some critics, like Bart, had always held this belief. Many within the league and media circles thought it, but no one had ever said it outright.

Until Ramsey.

Finally, someone had broken the unspoken rule.

The reporters couldn't let this go. But before they could bring it up—Lance had already vanished.

Frustrated but determined, they turned to chase him down—only to freeze in shock at an unexpected sight.

David Caldwell.

Wait.

Caldwell? The Jacksonville Jaguars' general manager?

What the hell was he doing here?

Was he… spying?

But no GM would be this obvious. If someone was running recon, it would be done in secret, not in broad daylight.

Even a coach like Sean Payton, notorious for bending the rules, had the sense to keep things under wraps during SpyGate.

Had Caldwell lost his mind?

The reporters were dumbfounded.

What the hell was happening now?

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