Post by peglegpete on Jun 20, 2017 15:17:03 GMT -6
csb33771(Peg Leg Pete) Officer May 20, 2014 @ 1:39pm
The morning grass was slick with dew as the players entered onto the pitch. The Goblin ref smiled and winked at the Underworld team. Catching site of this, the coach of the Dwarven team sent one of his players to get the Deathroller to handle the corrupt little official and his crew. He then put proper dwarf officials on the pitch to take over the duties.
The coin was tossed into the air coming down on tails; the Underworld team won the toss and elected to receive. After both teams were set. The Dwarf kicker sent the ball deep into their opponents side of the pitch. The Dwarven Cheerleaders, who knew they had any, roused their fans and inspired the home team to play their best.
The rat thrower grabbed the ball and moved it to center field lightning fast. Their whole play was based on getting behind their troll and pushing ahead through the middle of the dwarves. Their plan, although good, had one fatal flaw. They had forgotten to tell the troll what his part was, so he stood around trying to work that dried crusty boogie out of his nose for nearly the 1st quarter of the match. Meanwhile the Dwraven team swarmed in and bottled up their opponents; keeping them to their side of the pitch.
Realizing his goal, the troll finally realized that the match had started. He swung his mighty clawed hand catching the first dwarf he came to. Unfortunately for the Dwarven co-captain, Nuffle had called him to come play for him. It will be Falar's first, last, and only match on the Earth.
Filled with rage over the loss of their co-captain, the Dwarves Rallied. They took nearly the whole Underworld team down and recovered the ball. They raced with the faster Skaven players, but made it to the endzone at the end of the first half.
The fans, jubliant over the score and sad out of their loss all went to the concession stand to get some of the Mastercrafters of Bugman's best to pay homeage to the dwarf that used to make their beer. Then they heard the motor fire. The roaring of 100 lions could be heard from all over. The fans realized all to soon what this meant and started chanting."Deathroller, DEATHroller, DEATHROLLER!!!!!"
Soon the fans of the Underworld were in a frenzy out of fear for their team. How would tiny Goblins, Skaven, and a nose picking Troll ever overcome the awesomeness of the Deatroller. The Goblin fans decided to take matters into their own hands. They found a Halfling Chef cooking nearby. After inspecting what he did with his food; the Goblin ringleader gave the nod . The Goblin fans took up poor Chubby McMasters and diced him up and cooked him in the stew. Taking a small bowl over to their favorite team. The Goblin fans allowed them to taste the stew and then enticed them to greatness if they could deliver the Deathroller and maybe even the win.
After the team were set, the Underworld team kicked off to start the second half. The remaining Dwarf runner surveyed the pitch and grabbed the ball on the run to sweep to his teams right. The linemen without missing a beat drove their oppent back setting up an impressive wall. Then the Deathroller lurched forward knocking a dirty rat back.
Soon both sides were in a massive scrum on the right side of the pitch. The Deathroller dilligently working its way back to the scrum got caught out in the wide open by a very angry troll with some support. They knocked the pilot to the ground ending its momentum. Then a spiteful little Gobblin looked him in the eye. "You know we waz perfectly happy till you showed up." They all piled onto the pilot who screamed,"Not the BEARD!!" The big machine sat quiet the rest of the match.
Seeing his comrade in arms go down, the Dwarf Runner made another break for the endzone. A goblin and a rat thrower caught up to him just before he reached daylight. Again the Dwarves rallied. A young rookie lineman shook off the skaven players that were hounding him and sprinted for all he was worth to try to help free up his team Captain, arriving just in time. Seeing the effort of his newest and youngest teammate, the Captain picked up the Goblin trying to take him down and carried both him and the ball into the endzone for his 2nd score of the day.
Morning turned to afternoon as the heat and humidity permeated everything. The fans grew silent. The refs went and sat down on the sideline, leaving only the 2 teams to do their worst. The dwarves kicked the ball deep into Underworld territory. The ball took a bad bounce and landed at the feet of the Skaven thrower.
The Underworld team launched a furious assault at the Dwarves, but the stoic band of brothers held them at bay, even killing a Goblin in the mayhem, until the final whistle blew.
The match over, The Dwarves were victorious 2-0, but celebrated with heavy hearts. The Goblins got their stew.
The morning grass was slick with dew as the players entered onto the pitch. The Goblin ref smiled and winked at the Underworld team. Catching site of this, the coach of the Dwarven team sent one of his players to get the Deathroller to handle the corrupt little official and his crew. He then put proper dwarf officials on the pitch to take over the duties.
The coin was tossed into the air coming down on tails; the Underworld team won the toss and elected to receive. After both teams were set. The Dwarf kicker sent the ball deep into their opponents side of the pitch. The Dwarven Cheerleaders, who knew they had any, roused their fans and inspired the home team to play their best.
The rat thrower grabbed the ball and moved it to center field lightning fast. Their whole play was based on getting behind their troll and pushing ahead through the middle of the dwarves. Their plan, although good, had one fatal flaw. They had forgotten to tell the troll what his part was, so he stood around trying to work that dried crusty boogie out of his nose for nearly the 1st quarter of the match. Meanwhile the Dwraven team swarmed in and bottled up their opponents; keeping them to their side of the pitch.
Realizing his goal, the troll finally realized that the match had started. He swung his mighty clawed hand catching the first dwarf he came to. Unfortunately for the Dwarven co-captain, Nuffle had called him to come play for him. It will be Falar's first, last, and only match on the Earth.
Filled with rage over the loss of their co-captain, the Dwarves Rallied. They took nearly the whole Underworld team down and recovered the ball. They raced with the faster Skaven players, but made it to the endzone at the end of the first half.
The fans, jubliant over the score and sad out of their loss all went to the concession stand to get some of the Mastercrafters of Bugman's best to pay homeage to the dwarf that used to make their beer. Then they heard the motor fire. The roaring of 100 lions could be heard from all over. The fans realized all to soon what this meant and started chanting."Deathroller, DEATHroller, DEATHROLLER!!!!!"
Soon the fans of the Underworld were in a frenzy out of fear for their team. How would tiny Goblins, Skaven, and a nose picking Troll ever overcome the awesomeness of the Deatroller. The Goblin fans decided to take matters into their own hands. They found a Halfling Chef cooking nearby. After inspecting what he did with his food; the Goblin ringleader gave the nod . The Goblin fans took up poor Chubby McMasters and diced him up and cooked him in the stew. Taking a small bowl over to their favorite team. The Goblin fans allowed them to taste the stew and then enticed them to greatness if they could deliver the Deathroller and maybe even the win.
After the team were set, the Underworld team kicked off to start the second half. The remaining Dwarf runner surveyed the pitch and grabbed the ball on the run to sweep to his teams right. The linemen without missing a beat drove their oppent back setting up an impressive wall. Then the Deathroller lurched forward knocking a dirty rat back.
Soon both sides were in a massive scrum on the right side of the pitch. The Deathroller dilligently working its way back to the scrum got caught out in the wide open by a very angry troll with some support. They knocked the pilot to the ground ending its momentum. Then a spiteful little Gobblin looked him in the eye. "You know we waz perfectly happy till you showed up." They all piled onto the pilot who screamed,"Not the BEARD!!" The big machine sat quiet the rest of the match.
Seeing his comrade in arms go down, the Dwarf Runner made another break for the endzone. A goblin and a rat thrower caught up to him just before he reached daylight. Again the Dwarves rallied. A young rookie lineman shook off the skaven players that were hounding him and sprinted for all he was worth to try to help free up his team Captain, arriving just in time. Seeing the effort of his newest and youngest teammate, the Captain picked up the Goblin trying to take him down and carried both him and the ball into the endzone for his 2nd score of the day.
Morning turned to afternoon as the heat and humidity permeated everything. The fans grew silent. The refs went and sat down on the sideline, leaving only the 2 teams to do their worst. The dwarves kicked the ball deep into Underworld territory. The ball took a bad bounce and landed at the feet of the Skaven thrower.
The Underworld team launched a furious assault at the Dwarves, but the stoic band of brothers held them at bay, even killing a Goblin in the mayhem, until the final whistle blew.
The match over, The Dwarves were victorious 2-0, but celebrated with heavy hearts. The Goblins got their stew.