***SPOILER ALERT*** (PLEASE READ THE LAST PARAGRAPH FOR FINAL SCORE SPOILER IF THE FLUFF IS BORING TO YOU :)

Facra was proud of his training regimen but the other flings on the team just wouldn't listen when he tried to demonstrate the benefits of his "weight training" program.

But he knew it would be worth it - "what, you think I eat 10 blueberry pies each morning for fun?" he'd quip as his comrades jeered at his crumb ridden face.

"The more I weigh, the more momentum I'll carry in the match - just you watch - I'll be faster than those pesky skinks!" he promised.

Soon match day was upon the Brasky Challengers and they were up against a fearsome Undead Squad. The undead chose to receive and the treemen were soon embroiled in a war with mummies though the mummies had a lot more support than the trees as the majority of the fling squad were trying to get Facra to put his pies down and start playing.

Internet Router spent most of the first half on the ground and was heard blaming a recent switch to talk talk for his lack of connectivity to the game. The great tree did pull off one awesome play iin the first half where he sent a young fling flying into the induced undead stabber star player, knocking him off the pitch.

From here, however, the Undead drive picked up and soon they were 1-0 up and had managed to deny the fling attempt at an equaliser.

In the second, Facra burped into action and a true war of dodging and flying flings commenced on the left wing. At a crucial point, the fling ball carrier of that moment, wood elf tryout reject, a fling in denial of his true race, demonstrated to all why he had failed in his tryouts and managed to fall to the floor from a failed dodge and knock himself out.

Pandemonium ensued and a wight eventually recouped the ball and began heading for the flings. Internet ROuter wasnt having this and chucked a fling in hot pursuit of the wight. Two other flings jump in for the assist and Bobs your uncle, the wight goes down. Slappard the Terrible has already been badly hurt so isnt about to mess things up this time so Nincom Poople jumps in, trying a dodge to pick the ball up.

It fails miserably and he gets badly hurt in the process - but, to the flings delight, the ball bounces from the sidelines deep into the right centre of the undead half where, there are very few players.

The undead try to regroup to prevent the fling surge but their men are all on the left and blocked in by trees and flings. The flings respond by chucking Facra and sprinting a couple of flings his way to prevent the ghoul from getting to the ball. Facra meanwhile picks the ball up with one hand and picking a hot dog from his inside pocket with the other. The ghoul sneers at him and comes running in... But Facra somehow dodges away and Ricotta swoops in to rugby tackle the ghoul down from behind, pushing him out of the way...

Facra leaps forth with a shout of triumph, sprints to score and pull off the equaliser!!!! The challengers are now being forced to join Facra in his weight training, with high hopes of divisional glory!

Fling match report link:https://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=match&id=3642197

The challengers link: https://fumbbl.com/p/team?team_id=790630

Record - now stands at 2-1-4

For those of you who like to follow the progress of the Bill Brasky Challengers but cant be arsed with the fluff, latest fling bb match was a 1-1 draw against undead :