Breaking News; New York Mets agreed to terms with Cincinnati Reds

Bo Nix, star quarterback, had been through countless decisions in his career, but nothing quite like this. After leading his team to a phenomenal season, he was approached by a mysterious group known as *Pure Orange*. Their name had been whispered in the football world for years—legendary, elite, but also secretive. No one knew their exact purpose, but every athlete who joined *Pure Orange* seemed to ascend to a level of greatness no one could match.

Bo sat in the dimly lit room, the contract in front of him. Across the table sat an imposing figure dressed head to toe in orange, eyes gleaming with expectation. “Bo,” the figure began, “you’ve shown incredible talent. But talent alone won’t carry you to the top. *Pure Orange* can.”

“What’s the catch?” Bo asked, his hands instinctively balling into fists. He’d been around long enough to know that power came with a price.

The figure smiled faintly. “Your loyalty. Once you’re in, there’s no turning back. You’ll wear orange, breathe orange, *become* orange. But in return, greatness is guaranteed. Championships, records—you’ll leave a legacy that football will never forget.”

Bo looked down at the contract, the words blurring as he weighed his future. He thought of the glory, the fame, the chance to be immortalized in the sport he loved. But then, he thought of everything else—his family, his roots, the choices that made him who he was.

His heart raced as he picked up the pen, hovering over the line. “You want me to give everything for this? For a color?” he muttered, his voice almost drowned by the pressure in the room.

The figure leaned forward, their voice a low whisper. “It’s not just a color, Bo. It’s destiny.”

Taking a deep breath, Bo signed the contract. As the ink dried, a wave of warmth rushed over him, and he realized—he was no longer just Bo Nix. He was *Pure Orange*.