Reign of the Meeechigan Men | CFB 26 Michigan Dynasty
Reign of the Meeechigan Men | CFB 26 Michigan Dynasty
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REIGN OF THE MEEECHIGAN MEN
Chapter VII: The Cornfield Reckoning
Lincoln smelled of smoke and corn dust.
The air didn’t hum like Norman. It loomed, heavy, like the crowd already knew what Michigan didn’t want to believe.
The Huskers weren’t a gimmick.
They weren’t a rebuild.
They were here to burn reputations.
Act I: Collapse from the Start
Michigan got the ball first. One series. One look. One mistake.
Mikey Keene stared down his man and threw the first interception of the night. Nebraska set up shop inside the five. It should’ve been over right there. But the defense bent, bent, bent… and did not break. Three snaps of fury. A field goal instead of six.
The scoreboard said 3–0, but the eyes said something else: Keene wasn’t ready.
Act II: Red Mist
The second quarter opened with a crack of pads that changed the game. TJ Guy, the enforcer, leveled Dylan Raiola so hard the future of Nebraska football staggered to the sideline. For a heartbeat, it looked like Slime’s wolves had shifted the balance.
But the offense gave it right back.
Another interception.
Then another.
Touchdown Huskers.
Field crowd erupting.
10–0.
And then, the breaking point. A third Keene interception.
Coach Slime didn’t scream. He didn’t pace. He marched straight to his quarterback, grabbed the facemask, barked words too sharp to repeat, and when Keene came off the field, Slime threw the senior’s helmet into the tunnel. Cameras caught it. The crowd fed off it.
The wolves looked stunned.
Nebraska smelled blood.
17–0.
Act III: The Young Wolf
The ball went to Jadyn Davis, the sophomore. He carried the weight of the program on a night built to test every ounce of resolve. His first drive? A Hail Mary at the half. One shot at momentum. One chance at life.
Intercepted.
Fourth turnover. Fourth dagger.
Halftime. 17–0. The tunnel felt like a funeral.
Act IV: The Bench Grows Heavy
Davis wasn’t the savior yet. Not tonight. He stared down coverages like Keene had. Another interception. Another wasted drive. Another cold glare from Coach Slime that said more than words could.
And then Raiola returned. The golden boy of Nebraska. Calm. Unbothered. He pulled the ball on an option, tucked it against his ribs, and cut through the heart of Michigan’s defense.
24–0.
Davis fought back. Drove them to the one. Fourth and two. Nothing. The Huskers stiffened, and the Wolverines walked away empty. Again.
By the fourth, it wasn’t about winning anymore. It was about dignity.
Act V: Too Little, Too Late
Nebraska tacked on a field goal. 27–0.
Finally, Davis put something together — a march, a fight, an 81-yard drive capped by a quarterback scramble for six. His first Michigan touchdown. His only answer.
But Raiola wasn’t finished. He rolled out, spotted Nyziah Hunter streaking free, and dropped it in the bucket. Touchdown. Curtain call.
34–7.
Final Tally
Nebraska 34, Michigan 7.
Team Stats:
Nebraska: 359 yards, 17 first downs, no turnovers.
Michigan: 292 yards, 16 first downs, 6 turnovers.
Quarterbacks:
Raiola: 15-for-18, 259 yards, 1 TD, 1 rushing TD. A near-perfect 222.5 rating.
Keene: 4-for-9, 45 yards, 3 INTs. A nightmare 19.7 rating.
Davis: 11-for-19, 176 yards, 3 INTs, 1 rushing TD. Courage, but chaos.
Playmakers:
Nyziah Hunter: 4 catches, 131 yards, TD.
Anthony Simpson: 5 catches, 84 yards. Lone bright spot.
Jaishawn Barham: 9 tackles, 3 TFL. A fighter in a losing war.
Deshon Singleton: 7 tackles, 2 INTs. The hammer in Nebraska’s secondary.
Epilogue: The Tunnel
When the final horn blew, Slime didn’t look up at the scoreboard. Didn’t glance at his players. Didn’t even look at the fans, who drowned him in red noise.
He walked down the tunnel with a face like stone.
Behind him, two quarterbacks trailed, broken in different ways — one benched, one blooded. Neither spoke. Neither dared to.
Michigan left Lincoln at 2–2.
The wolves looked shaken. The locker room felt fractured.
And for the first time in the Slime Era…
the Reign felt fragile.
Next:
Chapter VIII: Fractures in the Foundation
The Big Ten season has begun, but has the kingdom already cracked?
Chapter VII: The Cornfield Reckoning
Lincoln smelled of smoke and corn dust.
The air didn’t hum like Norman. It loomed, heavy, like the crowd already knew what Michigan didn’t want to believe.
The Huskers weren’t a gimmick.
They weren’t a rebuild.
They were here to burn reputations.
Act I: Collapse from the Start
Michigan got the ball first. One series. One look. One mistake.
Mikey Keene stared down his man and threw the first interception of the night. Nebraska set up shop inside the five. It should’ve been over right there. But the defense bent, bent, bent… and did not break. Three snaps of fury. A field goal instead of six.
The scoreboard said 3–0, but the eyes said something else: Keene wasn’t ready.
Act II: Red Mist
The second quarter opened with a crack of pads that changed the game. TJ Guy, the enforcer, leveled Dylan Raiola so hard the future of Nebraska football staggered to the sideline. For a heartbeat, it looked like Slime’s wolves had shifted the balance.
But the offense gave it right back.
Another interception.
Then another.
Touchdown Huskers.
Field crowd erupting.
10–0.
And then, the breaking point. A third Keene interception.
Coach Slime didn’t scream. He didn’t pace. He marched straight to his quarterback, grabbed the facemask, barked words too sharp to repeat, and when Keene came off the field, Slime threw the senior’s helmet into the tunnel. Cameras caught it. The crowd fed off it.
The wolves looked stunned.
Nebraska smelled blood.
17–0.
Act III: The Young Wolf
The ball went to Jadyn Davis, the sophomore. He carried the weight of the program on a night built to test every ounce of resolve. His first drive? A Hail Mary at the half. One shot at momentum. One chance at life.
Intercepted.
Fourth turnover. Fourth dagger.
Halftime. 17–0. The tunnel felt like a funeral.
Act IV: The Bench Grows Heavy
Davis wasn’t the savior yet. Not tonight. He stared down coverages like Keene had. Another interception. Another wasted drive. Another cold glare from Coach Slime that said more than words could.
And then Raiola returned. The golden boy of Nebraska. Calm. Unbothered. He pulled the ball on an option, tucked it against his ribs, and cut through the heart of Michigan’s defense.
24–0.
Davis fought back. Drove them to the one. Fourth and two. Nothing. The Huskers stiffened, and the Wolverines walked away empty. Again.
By the fourth, it wasn’t about winning anymore. It was about dignity.
Act V: Too Little, Too Late
Nebraska tacked on a field goal. 27–0.
Finally, Davis put something together — a march, a fight, an 81-yard drive capped by a quarterback scramble for six. His first Michigan touchdown. His only answer.
But Raiola wasn’t finished. He rolled out, spotted Nyziah Hunter streaking free, and dropped it in the bucket. Touchdown. Curtain call.
34–7.
Final Tally
Nebraska 34, Michigan 7.
Team Stats:
Nebraska: 359 yards, 17 first downs, no turnovers.
Michigan: 292 yards, 16 first downs, 6 turnovers.
Quarterbacks:
Raiola: 15-for-18, 259 yards, 1 TD, 1 rushing TD. A near-perfect 222.5 rating.
Keene: 4-for-9, 45 yards, 3 INTs. A nightmare 19.7 rating.
Davis: 11-for-19, 176 yards, 3 INTs, 1 rushing TD. Courage, but chaos.
Playmakers:
Nyziah Hunter: 4 catches, 131 yards, TD.
Anthony Simpson: 5 catches, 84 yards. Lone bright spot.
Jaishawn Barham: 9 tackles, 3 TFL. A fighter in a losing war.
Deshon Singleton: 7 tackles, 2 INTs. The hammer in Nebraska’s secondary.
Epilogue: The Tunnel
When the final horn blew, Slime didn’t look up at the scoreboard. Didn’t glance at his players. Didn’t even look at the fans, who drowned him in red noise.
He walked down the tunnel with a face like stone.
Behind him, two quarterbacks trailed, broken in different ways — one benched, one blooded. Neither spoke. Neither dared to.
Michigan left Lincoln at 2–2.
The wolves looked shaken. The locker room felt fractured.
And for the first time in the Slime Era…
the Reign felt fragile.
Next:
Chapter VIII: Fractures in the Foundation
The Big Ten season has begun, but has the kingdom already cracked?
Reign of the Meeechigan Men | CFB 26 Michigan Dynasty
Nebraska beat the snot out of you fam 
Reign of the Meeechigan Men | CFB 26 Michigan Dynasty
A lot of talk from the coach only to get slapped game 1. Better turn it around or those quotes are empty words.
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734 WATCH – Episode 4: Cornfield CatastropheHost: DeShawn “Deebo” Newton
Recorded from a diner booth in Ypsilanti, because sometimes you don’t deserve the studio.
[Intro music fades, replaced with the sound of plates clanking and someone sighing hard into the mic.]
“Man… what the hell was that?
Michigan 7, Nebraska 34.
Let’s not sugarcoat it: that was a funeral in Lincoln.”
🩸 On Coaching
“Slime’s whole vibe is discipline, toughness, wolves in the trenches, right? Well guess what? The wolves forgot how to hunt. Six turnovers. Zero composure. Zero adjustments. You pulled Keene mid-second quarter like the kid was a JV backup, and then you throw your own quarterback’s helmet into the tunnel on national TV?
C’mon, man. That’s not leadership. That’s theater. And not the good kind. You can’t build culture if you’re busy building memes.”
On Mikey Keene“And speaking of quarterbacks—let’s talk about Mikey Keene.
Three picks in the first half. Couldn’t read a coloring book, let alone a defense. His stat line looked like something you’d see in a Pop Warner box score. Four completions, forty-five yards, three interceptions.
They’re calling him Mikey Peene now — yeah, as in penis — because every time he touches the ball, he just screws Michigan. And honestly? It ain’t even slander. He earned that name in Lincoln.”
🥶 On Jadyn Davis
“Now look, Jadyn Davis didn’t save the day either. Three interceptions of his own. But at least he looked like he gave a damn. He fought. He scrambled. He punched in one rushing touchdown. That’s more than Keene gave us all night. You could see the nerves, but you could also see a heartbeat. Keene? Stone cold corpse.”
On Nebraska“And yo—props to Nebraska. Raiola picked apart Michigan’s defense like he was tossing routes in his backyard. Fifteen of eighteen. Damn near perfect. Kid didn’t even sweat. And Nyziah Hunter? Four catches, 131 yards, a touchdown, and he even dropped one. Michigan made him look like Jerry Rice.”
🧩 The Bigger Picture
“So where do we stand? 2–2. Out of the Top 25 conversation. Locker room already whispering about transfers. And now? You got a quarterback controversy in the middle of the Big Ten grind.
Do you ride with Keene, who looks cooked? Or do you throw Davis into the fire and risk burning him too? Either way, this offense is broken, and if Slime don’t fix it, the Reign is gonna look more like a collapse.”
Final Word“I’ll say it plain:
Coach Slime got exposed.
Mikey Keene is now Mikey Peene.
And Michigan better find an identity fast, ‘cause the wolves are looking more like lost dogs.”
[Outro beat: low, dark bass line.]
“This was 734 Watch. And if you’re pissed, good. You should be. Catch y’all next week… if Slime still got a locker room left.”
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not the start to the season we hoped for
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REIGN OF THE MEEECHIGAN MEN
Chapter X: Judgment in Ann Arbor
The night began with a flicker of hope. Wisconsin’s first drive ended in disaster — a pass from Billy Edwards Jr. picked clean by TJ Metcalf. The Big House roared, and for a heartbeat, the wolves looked alive.
Then came Mikey Keene.
Two completions. Nine throws. Fifteen yards. A 14.0 passer rating. That was the stat line, but the sound told the real story. Booing. Then chanting.
“No Peene! No Peene!”
The cruel nickname caught fire, echoing through the stands. Every incompletion felt heavier, every misstep louder. By the end of the quarter, it was no longer noise — it was a verdict.
Wisconsin didn’t flinch. Nathanial Vakos booted a 43-yarder, and the Badgers led. Then Edwards found Dekel Crowdus for his first touchdown. 10–0.
Slime doubled down on swagger instead of sense. Fourth and six, deep in his own half — he rolled the dice. Keene missed. A few plays later, Darrion Dupree crashed in from the one. 17–0.
Next possession, Keene forced another throw into traffic. Intercepted. Slime stormed down the sideline, ripped his quarterback off the field, and pointed him toward the tunnel. Helmet gone. Game over. Maybe career over.
The chants grew louder.
“Peene! Peene! Peene!”
Edwards added another to Crowdus before the half. 24–0. The boos drowned out the band.
The second half belonged to Wisconsin humiliation. Sophomore Jadyn Davis came in, looking for redemption. First play, an option pitch wide. The ball skipped loose. Corey Walker scooped it and walked it into the end zone. 31–0.
Davis never recovered. He finished 6-for-13, 66 yards, one interception, two fumbles lost. Every snap looked like survival.
Wisconsin kept piling on. Another field goal. Another touchdown. A pick-six from Tackett Curtis to make it 55–0. Davis went to the bench, his head down.
Slime sent in the freshman, Chase Herbstreit, the bloodline kid with a famous name. His receivers betrayed him. Five straight drops. He went 2-for-12, one lonely connection to McCulley.
Finally, Jordan Marshall broke loose — six carries, seventy-three yards, and the only Michigan touchdown of the night. The lone cheer. The mercy score.
Final: Wisconsin 58, Michigan 7.
The numbers cut like knives.
Michigan: 226 total yards. 1-for-12 on third down. 1-for-6 on fourth. Four turnovers. Just 16 minutes of possession.
Wisconsin: efficient, ruthless, 282 total yards on 54 plays, two touchdowns from Crowdus, three field goals from Vakos — including a booming 58-yarder.
Coach Slime’s postgame words weren’t an apology. They were fire.
“We don’t got a quarterback problem. We got a man problem.
Keene embarrassed this program. Davis? Same mistakes. Herbstreit? Welcome to the wolves’ den.
I don’t care about chants, I don’t care about feelings. You either bleed for this helmet or you get the hell out of my locker room. Too many strays pretending to be wolves. I’ll find real ones.”
The press room froze. National media pounced. Podcasts clipped the line. Recruits saw it on ESPN.
And in the crowd, as the players walked off the field, one chant rose above the ashes:
“Bryce! Bryce! Bryce!”
The name of the freshman phenom. The one who might return next week. The one fans now believe is the only hope left.
Chapter X: Judgment in Ann Arbor
The night began with a flicker of hope. Wisconsin’s first drive ended in disaster — a pass from Billy Edwards Jr. picked clean by TJ Metcalf. The Big House roared, and for a heartbeat, the wolves looked alive.
Then came Mikey Keene.
Two completions. Nine throws. Fifteen yards. A 14.0 passer rating. That was the stat line, but the sound told the real story. Booing. Then chanting.
“No Peene! No Peene!”
The cruel nickname caught fire, echoing through the stands. Every incompletion felt heavier, every misstep louder. By the end of the quarter, it was no longer noise — it was a verdict.
Wisconsin didn’t flinch. Nathanial Vakos booted a 43-yarder, and the Badgers led. Then Edwards found Dekel Crowdus for his first touchdown. 10–0.
Slime doubled down on swagger instead of sense. Fourth and six, deep in his own half — he rolled the dice. Keene missed. A few plays later, Darrion Dupree crashed in from the one. 17–0.
Next possession, Keene forced another throw into traffic. Intercepted. Slime stormed down the sideline, ripped his quarterback off the field, and pointed him toward the tunnel. Helmet gone. Game over. Maybe career over.
The chants grew louder.
“Peene! Peene! Peene!”
Edwards added another to Crowdus before the half. 24–0. The boos drowned out the band.
The second half belonged to Wisconsin humiliation. Sophomore Jadyn Davis came in, looking for redemption. First play, an option pitch wide. The ball skipped loose. Corey Walker scooped it and walked it into the end zone. 31–0.
Davis never recovered. He finished 6-for-13, 66 yards, one interception, two fumbles lost. Every snap looked like survival.
Wisconsin kept piling on. Another field goal. Another touchdown. A pick-six from Tackett Curtis to make it 55–0. Davis went to the bench, his head down.
Slime sent in the freshman, Chase Herbstreit, the bloodline kid with a famous name. His receivers betrayed him. Five straight drops. He went 2-for-12, one lonely connection to McCulley.
Finally, Jordan Marshall broke loose — six carries, seventy-three yards, and the only Michigan touchdown of the night. The lone cheer. The mercy score.
Final: Wisconsin 58, Michigan 7.
The numbers cut like knives.
Michigan: 226 total yards. 1-for-12 on third down. 1-for-6 on fourth. Four turnovers. Just 16 minutes of possession.
Wisconsin: efficient, ruthless, 282 total yards on 54 plays, two touchdowns from Crowdus, three field goals from Vakos — including a booming 58-yarder.
Coach Slime’s postgame words weren’t an apology. They were fire.
“We don’t got a quarterback problem. We got a man problem.
Keene embarrassed this program. Davis? Same mistakes. Herbstreit? Welcome to the wolves’ den.
I don’t care about chants, I don’t care about feelings. You either bleed for this helmet or you get the hell out of my locker room. Too many strays pretending to be wolves. I’ll find real ones.”
The press room froze. National media pounced. Podcasts clipped the line. Recruits saw it on ESPN.
And in the crowd, as the players walked off the field, one chant rose above the ashes:
“Bryce! Bryce! Bryce!”
The name of the freshman phenom. The one who might return next week. The one fans now believe is the only hope left.
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58 to 7 brotha what in the hell is happening? 
We need a new QB asap!
We need a new QB asap!