My name is Marcus. I'm the starting strong safety for the Seattle Seahawks, and I stand in the middle of the field, ready to stop the opposing offense at any cost.
In the NFL Alliance, physicality is the only law of survival.
At last year's NFL Combine, I measured in at 6-foot-2, 235 pounds. My 40-yard dash was 4.42 seconds, and I repped the 225-pound bench press 24 times.
My bone density and the ratio of my fast-twitch muscle fibers destined me to be a precision meat grinder, built for interceptions and collisions. In the secondary, I'm an undisputed prodigy. Any running back who dares try to break through my zone gets absolutely leveled, and the only place they end up is the medical tent.
So, when we faced the Giants—a historically weak team—I came in absolutely certain we'd win. Sure, they had some so-called genius Quarterback, Li Wei, but in my eyes, he was just a marketing gimmick, overhyped by money and the media.
