“It was a slightly blurry morning in autumn. The two teams - the Dorcs and the Slayers - just wanted to get the match done to get back into the whirlpool with the orcish cheerleaders. But there was still this ugly match to get over with.
After only a slight bit of bribing, the referee decided that the Dorcs should get the ball initially and started to watch the ranks, you never know what those people might throw at the players. With the kick going midfield, the first Slayer went into the out box to get a sneak peek at the cheerleaders and never come back onto the field. As Dr. Hibbs wanted to be a good host he sent Mulligan O'Hare to the whirlpool as well, just slightly stomped. And he became a really good host, with Long Drong following shortly after.
As their numbers diminished, the Slayers needed to go into the offensive to stop the orcish advances - the cheerleaders could be clearly seen on the sidelines. Old Gitface blocked the way to the orcish position free and then Fishhook Flint made a runup, jumped into the loose cage and started hitting the catless bastard. Yet his attempts were fruitless, after the first few right hooks, he hit himself into the face. and dropped onto the green. With that attempt failing, the dwarves started running for it, inferior numbers and strength were not the conditions they were looking for - and the whirlpool awaited them.
After a quick touchdown the players went onto the field again and then the dreaded incident happened: A rock soared through the air, onto a dwarf, but the referee was prepared and banned the offender.

With the second drive coming up, the players went onto the field, just to see the masses streaming on the pitch, invading it, stunning the whole backfield of the Slayers, weakening their position, and clubbing the referee in the process.
With that dreadful position, the dwarves had to take drastic measures: Swifty McGee grabbed the ball and went towards the midfield. Left and right punches fell at the line of scrimmage, but he kept calm. While orcs started to run at him, he dodged a felling blow, handed off to Scrotey McScroteface who ran towards the LoS, jumped, and passed to Jolly Roger, who stood ready to run deep into the field towards the endzone. But he passed too well and Jolly got hit by a spike of the ball, fumbled it and lay down, stunned.
With that dashing attempt failing, the Slayer's spirit broke and the match turned into a rout. Only four dwarves remained on the field with the rest having run off towards the whirlpools - and away from the fiendish cheerleaders.
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