“The orcs were furious. They had finally arrived to play in the tournament of their dreams, if nigthmare to others. But instead of getting into the pitch and playing the toughest there is, the orcs had been informed of a minor technicality. Some of the teams would be late as the Great Middle Mountain Bowl was still going on. And some of the teams included all the orcs had ever hoped to play against. They felt cheated, and they wanted revenge.

Little did the norse coach know when the bruisers knocked on his door and issued his team a challenge, and he said yes. Then again, if he'd declined he could be short of a few kneecaps.

So off the orcs went, to the snowy stadium some where up north. As the Gargants like hitting softer opponents better, they had brought their shaman with them. At the same time the orcs kicked the ball high, the blizzard stopped, the snow melted, the wind ceased, and it was a perfect weather to play norse. And bloodbowl. Of course.

As the two teams clashed on each other on the mid-field it started to look like a normal monday night brawl. The surprise came in the 3rd turn of first half when a lone norse catcher tried to become a hero, slipped through the orc lines, ran towards the end zone, got hit by two orc blitzers, and was knocked out for the rest of the half. That was the sign the Gargants had waited for.

The ball safely in Longbomba's caring hands (the size of a showel, or two) the Gargants started to push their team towards the end zone. Instead of going around the norse team, they went more like over it, killing a poor norse star player on the way. As the endzone was already at grasp, Longbomba did something unexpected. He passed the ball to Eyesplitta and joined the rest of the team on a vicious carnage with fur and blood everywhere. Only at the last seconds of the half Eyesplitta finally gathered what they were supposed to do with the ball and scored 1-0.

The second half looked grim for the norse. Gargants' offense and only 9 norse to defend against them. This time the orcs had a new plan as their coached had had a few chosen words with the team at half time. The Gargants ran for a quick touchdown but again forgot to go round the norse team. Two more injured before the orcs scored 2-0 at 4th turn of second half.

The norse didn't give up as they lined against the orcs once more and tried to score at least once. A few feet and about the same amount of seconds later the norse found out why it didn't work. The Gargants were once again pouring on them. What finally saved the Gnadsmashers was the ref who came to end the match before 'eadbanga could score 3-0.

So a fair 2-0 for the Gargants as Gnadsmashers were left with one dead, one niggling injury and a tackler with a fractured skull. The Gargants are waiting for their next A.N.A.R.C.H.I.S.T. match.”