Post by peglegpete on Jun 20, 2017 15:15:49 GMT -6
LordElrick Moderator May 16, 2014 @ 9:02pm
The league was formed. The rules had changed. The league’s name… C.R.I.P.P.L.E.D.! The name alone would be a foretelling of what was to come.
The fans had been for years, begging for a new more exciting game. One with more blood, more suffering, more pain, more thrills. So the league was made and teams from all over the world began signing up; placing their bid to become the inaugural season’s champion of C.R.I.P.P.L.E.D.
Soon the season was underway; games were played wherever league management could find a pitch to play. The game between the Norse Jerk Faces and the Chaos Dwarf Flayed Rock Foulerz was played aboard the flagship of the famed Dwarf Slayer pirate Long Drong. The mighty ship just happened to be in the harbor at Birkastad. Why was the pirate fleet so far from home? Some say it was coincidence others claim it was intentional; it wasn’t any secret that Long Drong had a grudge against the Chaos Dwarves going back several centuries. Rabid, eager for blood fans filled the hastily built “stadium”, no one wanted to miss this epic match. Perhaps the Foulerz fans should have seen it as an omen that they were outnumbered almost three to one that perfect day.
The match started simply, just like any other Blood Bowl match, with a coin toss. Little did anyone realize that would be the last civilized moment of the afternoon. The Chaos Dwarves won the toss and elected to receive. As the teams entered the pitch the Norse coach noticed that his opponent's coach had hired M’arka Irontail a Minotaur ringer, he hadn’t prepared for that. As the ball was kicked off the referee had his back turned, the Hobgoblins in the backfield jumped the gun and a Hobgoblin was under the ball for a catch. Before the Norse coach could voice a complaint the evil dwarf linemen cleared the line of Norse players. That was when the Chaos Dwarf coach revealed his vile plan; M’arka and a Bull Centaur as escort blitzed the Norse son and star Berserker Eiliffinnr. The mighty Berserker crumpled under the attack and was on the deck, Badly Hurt. Minutes later the quick actions of the Norse apothecary had him back on his feet and in the dugout ready for the next drive. The Norse fans were worried, would their team respond to this malicious attack and how could they stop this assault the entire game. As the drive continued the Norse team resorted to fouling and doing everything they could to even the odds, unfortunately all that led to was an ejection by the referee. The ball carrying hobgoblin made a break down the right side of the pitch, his big green feet flapping loudly on the wooden deck. The Norse crowd howled with displeasure, this was not how they had foreseen the game proceeding. Just as it seemed the Hobgoblin would score a Norse lineman evaded the arms of a Dwarf blocker and tackled the Hobgoblin out of bounds. Immediately the Norse fans took out retribution on the poor green skinned oaf. The ball was tossed back onto the pitch at the half way mark where the Norse Runner Ketill Boritson was able to scoop it up and proceed down the field. A Chaos Dwarf Bull Centaur kept in pursuit the entire race but was not able to take down the fleet footed runner for the games first TD. The Norse fans cheered on their team and this brave runner the entire way. However the fans' spirit would be broken quickly. The Chaos Dwarf coach realizing his team wouldn’t be able to stop the TD and with the refs attention focused on play down the field proceeded to pound away at the Norse team. The resulting battering ended with both of the Norse Werewolves down, one KOed and the other murdered by a fouling Hobgoblin, assisted by one third of the Dwarf team. Fans were incensed, they knew something was amiss, perhaps this new format league wasn’t what they had bargained for; after all it was their team that was taking the beating.
Before the half could end the nasty dwarfs continued the assault, KOing two more Norse players. In an effort to even things out and due to his new found hatred for the Minotaur, Eiliffinnr took matters into his own hands and single handedly KOed the big black beast. The Norse fans went wild, no amount of halftime beer drinking could calm them down; in fact it had just the opposite effect.
When the 2nd half started there was a palpable feel in the air. League officials & management began to worry. Two of the three knocked out Norse stood up to take the field, including the one remaining Werewolf; however the crowd became riotous when the Minotaur stood up as well. The Norse team had 8 players to start the half; the Chaos Dwarves looked as fresh as they had when the game started. The fans displeased with the Minotaur re-entering the game began throwing mugs of beer and other sundries onto the field, league management responded by closing stadium concessions. This game was not going to end well, everyone knew it. But on they played.
The 2nd half kickoff resulted in a High Kick; however Ketill Boritson, the star of the game up to this point, failed to catch the ball after maneuvering under it. Then to complicate matters he failed to pick up the ball as well. Things couldn’t be starting any worse for the Norse team; and to make it even graver, Eiliffinnr still furious for missing most of the first half, was prone on the field after trying to take out the Bull Centaur who previously had a hand in injuring him. The fouling of Eiliffinnr began immediately, one Hobgoblin stunned him where he lay and was ejected for the enthusiastic effort. Ketill was able to pick up the ball thanks to a well-timed blitz by Captain Jerk who took down the second Bull Centaur who was making a play to retrieve the loose ball. One play later the inevitable happened, Eiliffinnr was knocked out by a fouling Hobgoblin. The fans in the crowd went berserk; Chaos Dwarf fans started leaving the stadium for fear of retaliation. It was obvious then; the coach of the Foulerz had a game plan alright! He wasn’t concerned about winning or losing; he was exploiting the new league’s rules and was intent on taking out specific players.
The same Bull Centaur who was pressuring Ketill attempted to dodge and take out the runner, but was tripped up by Captain Jerk. Ketill fearing he might be the next player on the “list” made a break for the end zone. It’s still not clear whether he was actually intending to score or was heading for the safety of the Norse locker room. As Ketill ran down the side line a Bull Centaur took out a rookie lineman, badly hurting him, who was screening the play. Cold sweat started streaming down Ketill’s face as it was obvious he was the next intended target. The Norse fans were beyond control now, half screaming for Ketill to score the other half yelling for the heads of the Chaos Dwarf players and their malevolent coach. No one noticed as stadium security started leaving as well, they wanted no part of the pugnacious and drunk fans.
Ketill, hurling himself down the deck of the pirate ship was now being pursued by two bull centaurs, a hobgoblin and a stunt-legged dwarf. The intrepid runner would not be denied; he managed to avoid being tackled by the “Bullie”. One play later Captain Jerk dodged and then blitzed through the only player who stood in Ketill’s way, a lone Hobgoblin, badly hurting him as he did. Ketill was still left with one dodge to get clear; when he scored the 2nd Norse TD the crowd went completely mad and started streaming en-mass onto the field. Now suddenly the Chaos Dwarves found the shoe on the other foot, fearing for their own safety they fled the pitch and refused to come out of the locker room. With time left on the clock the League Officials had no choice but to declare the game won by the Norse, which was probably a good decision on their part because at the time they were surrounded by drunken belligerent Norse fans.
With only 6 players on the field at games end, the Norse Jerk Faces win their first C.R.I.P.P.L.E.D. match 2-0.
The league was formed. The rules had changed. The league’s name… C.R.I.P.P.L.E.D.! The name alone would be a foretelling of what was to come.
The fans had been for years, begging for a new more exciting game. One with more blood, more suffering, more pain, more thrills. So the league was made and teams from all over the world began signing up; placing their bid to become the inaugural season’s champion of C.R.I.P.P.L.E.D.
Soon the season was underway; games were played wherever league management could find a pitch to play. The game between the Norse Jerk Faces and the Chaos Dwarf Flayed Rock Foulerz was played aboard the flagship of the famed Dwarf Slayer pirate Long Drong. The mighty ship just happened to be in the harbor at Birkastad. Why was the pirate fleet so far from home? Some say it was coincidence others claim it was intentional; it wasn’t any secret that Long Drong had a grudge against the Chaos Dwarves going back several centuries. Rabid, eager for blood fans filled the hastily built “stadium”, no one wanted to miss this epic match. Perhaps the Foulerz fans should have seen it as an omen that they were outnumbered almost three to one that perfect day.
The match started simply, just like any other Blood Bowl match, with a coin toss. Little did anyone realize that would be the last civilized moment of the afternoon. The Chaos Dwarves won the toss and elected to receive. As the teams entered the pitch the Norse coach noticed that his opponent's coach had hired M’arka Irontail a Minotaur ringer, he hadn’t prepared for that. As the ball was kicked off the referee had his back turned, the Hobgoblins in the backfield jumped the gun and a Hobgoblin was under the ball for a catch. Before the Norse coach could voice a complaint the evil dwarf linemen cleared the line of Norse players. That was when the Chaos Dwarf coach revealed his vile plan; M’arka and a Bull Centaur as escort blitzed the Norse son and star Berserker Eiliffinnr. The mighty Berserker crumpled under the attack and was on the deck, Badly Hurt. Minutes later the quick actions of the Norse apothecary had him back on his feet and in the dugout ready for the next drive. The Norse fans were worried, would their team respond to this malicious attack and how could they stop this assault the entire game. As the drive continued the Norse team resorted to fouling and doing everything they could to even the odds, unfortunately all that led to was an ejection by the referee. The ball carrying hobgoblin made a break down the right side of the pitch, his big green feet flapping loudly on the wooden deck. The Norse crowd howled with displeasure, this was not how they had foreseen the game proceeding. Just as it seemed the Hobgoblin would score a Norse lineman evaded the arms of a Dwarf blocker and tackled the Hobgoblin out of bounds. Immediately the Norse fans took out retribution on the poor green skinned oaf. The ball was tossed back onto the pitch at the half way mark where the Norse Runner Ketill Boritson was able to scoop it up and proceed down the field. A Chaos Dwarf Bull Centaur kept in pursuit the entire race but was not able to take down the fleet footed runner for the games first TD. The Norse fans cheered on their team and this brave runner the entire way. However the fans' spirit would be broken quickly. The Chaos Dwarf coach realizing his team wouldn’t be able to stop the TD and with the refs attention focused on play down the field proceeded to pound away at the Norse team. The resulting battering ended with both of the Norse Werewolves down, one KOed and the other murdered by a fouling Hobgoblin, assisted by one third of the Dwarf team. Fans were incensed, they knew something was amiss, perhaps this new format league wasn’t what they had bargained for; after all it was their team that was taking the beating.
Before the half could end the nasty dwarfs continued the assault, KOing two more Norse players. In an effort to even things out and due to his new found hatred for the Minotaur, Eiliffinnr took matters into his own hands and single handedly KOed the big black beast. The Norse fans went wild, no amount of halftime beer drinking could calm them down; in fact it had just the opposite effect.
When the 2nd half started there was a palpable feel in the air. League officials & management began to worry. Two of the three knocked out Norse stood up to take the field, including the one remaining Werewolf; however the crowd became riotous when the Minotaur stood up as well. The Norse team had 8 players to start the half; the Chaos Dwarves looked as fresh as they had when the game started. The fans displeased with the Minotaur re-entering the game began throwing mugs of beer and other sundries onto the field, league management responded by closing stadium concessions. This game was not going to end well, everyone knew it. But on they played.
The 2nd half kickoff resulted in a High Kick; however Ketill Boritson, the star of the game up to this point, failed to catch the ball after maneuvering under it. Then to complicate matters he failed to pick up the ball as well. Things couldn’t be starting any worse for the Norse team; and to make it even graver, Eiliffinnr still furious for missing most of the first half, was prone on the field after trying to take out the Bull Centaur who previously had a hand in injuring him. The fouling of Eiliffinnr began immediately, one Hobgoblin stunned him where he lay and was ejected for the enthusiastic effort. Ketill was able to pick up the ball thanks to a well-timed blitz by Captain Jerk who took down the second Bull Centaur who was making a play to retrieve the loose ball. One play later the inevitable happened, Eiliffinnr was knocked out by a fouling Hobgoblin. The fans in the crowd went berserk; Chaos Dwarf fans started leaving the stadium for fear of retaliation. It was obvious then; the coach of the Foulerz had a game plan alright! He wasn’t concerned about winning or losing; he was exploiting the new league’s rules and was intent on taking out specific players.
The same Bull Centaur who was pressuring Ketill attempted to dodge and take out the runner, but was tripped up by Captain Jerk. Ketill fearing he might be the next player on the “list” made a break for the end zone. It’s still not clear whether he was actually intending to score or was heading for the safety of the Norse locker room. As Ketill ran down the side line a Bull Centaur took out a rookie lineman, badly hurting him, who was screening the play. Cold sweat started streaming down Ketill’s face as it was obvious he was the next intended target. The Norse fans were beyond control now, half screaming for Ketill to score the other half yelling for the heads of the Chaos Dwarf players and their malevolent coach. No one noticed as stadium security started leaving as well, they wanted no part of the pugnacious and drunk fans.
Ketill, hurling himself down the deck of the pirate ship was now being pursued by two bull centaurs, a hobgoblin and a stunt-legged dwarf. The intrepid runner would not be denied; he managed to avoid being tackled by the “Bullie”. One play later Captain Jerk dodged and then blitzed through the only player who stood in Ketill’s way, a lone Hobgoblin, badly hurting him as he did. Ketill was still left with one dodge to get clear; when he scored the 2nd Norse TD the crowd went completely mad and started streaming en-mass onto the field. Now suddenly the Chaos Dwarves found the shoe on the other foot, fearing for their own safety they fled the pitch and refused to come out of the locker room. With time left on the clock the League Officials had no choice but to declare the game won by the Norse, which was probably a good decision on their part because at the time they were surrounded by drunken belligerent Norse fans.
With only 6 players on the field at games end, the Norse Jerk Faces win their first C.R.I.P.P.L.E.D. match 2-0.