“Bacterial Counterculture has made headlines again! Allegations of match fixing have been leveled against them and their latest opponents. While drunk in public, both of the coaches entered into a loud shouting match that included the phrases "I'm looking for a quick concession to buy myself two blockers" and "I PROMISE I will concede (only if beaten in score) and I will not foul (until it is my turn)... And by concede I mean play a game.". The possibility of Bacterial Counterculture becoming so much filth scraped off the bottom of the Scums boots sent bettors to the bookies and the odds flying skyward. When all the casualty bets turned up losers, the bookies had to employ Vampirovibrio and Streptococcus (for a modest fee of two orc corpses) to enforce security.
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Nature_Warden accepted the match sight unseen on a joke in IRC... I'm guessing he might have had buyers remorse. ;) A lone gobbo tossed in the backfield stole the ball from under the bull centaur's nose and scored. Gobbos flew through the air (occaisionally landing where intended), boots were applied to skulls and vital organs, and the looney busted up chaos dwarves left and right. The only thing that didn't go my way was that the first drive was so short, my chainsaw got sent off just after managing to start up.”