Ariel Benson

Gentlemen and whores, these sluts before you have delivered a pathetic performance, unworthy of their profession. The Red Phoenix has conceded fifteen unanswered goals. And now they must suffer for their complete failures as players and whores.

Scoring is impossible for the Red Phoenix now. The team arrives on the pitch bloated and sluggish. Their stomachs are filled with milk, semen, and, for some, urine. With every step they make, the sound of liquid sloshing around in their bellies fills their ears as reminders of the halftime’s entertainment.

Halftime begins with all the female players remaining on the pitch lining up in a single row, bending over clear plastic buckets while the male players stand behind them. Because it is Milking Time.

In the tunnel, players line up in a straight line with referees at the front. The male players and referees have their penises and testicles fully on display through the special air holes in their shorts. Each male player is paired with a female player who is crawling behind him.

Every four years, the Champions Cup—a ceremonial match between the reigning Men’s and Women’s World Cup champions—is held to showcase the men’s complete dominance over the women, with rules heavily favoring the men’s team.