The original Warchief of the ill fated invasion force into the Empire, Marth was deposed as the Big Boss by 'One Eye' Whittaker and forced into submission by the rest of the warband turned Blood Bowl team.
Marth hides his festering hatred for the Gitz coach but hides it well as he bides his time for that perfect moment to take back what he feels is rightfully his... LEADERSHIP! And with his recent increase in upper body strength (most likely from lugging 'One Eye' around on his golden throne!", maybe the attempted coup will happen sooner rather than later...

During a particularly bad trot of losses for the Gitz, 'One Eye' decided to take the lads off for a relaxing camping trip (where he planned on torturing the underperforming slackers!!!) but due to the map going mysteriously missing (and Mini Me's subsequent tummy ache) the entire team became lost deep inside an ancient woods.
Fruitless searching for a pathway was beginning to grate on the lads nerves but the team was bouyed by the possibility of running into some girlie elves, which kept them putting one foot in front of another. Soon they began coming across old bones littered around the trees and the deeper they ventured, the more recent and stomach churning the remains became.
After a short break (and poor Mini Me finally letting his rumbling stomach to evacuate the rotting map... to the chargrin of the team i should add!), the peaceful tranquility of the forest was torn apart with a blood curdling roar which sounded pant-soilingly close (of which none of the lads admitted doing but the laundry lady begged to differ).

"Erm ladz detz go dis way" One Eye stammers, pointing a hasty retreat back the way they came.

But before anyone could venture their agreement, a huge blue mass of muscle burst through the undergrowth and charged the orc team. With a filth encrusted bone raised over his head, the snarling Troll did not notice the still bent over Mini Me emptying his stomach of its remaining contents (over the stench of the troll, fear or his disturbing choice of breakfast was unknown) and ran straight into the cowering goblin. His legs taken from under him, the Troll fell face first into a stout tree, knocking himself out.

All the lads stood rigid, fear slowly giving way to a small then hearty grin before the entire team began rolling on the floor in laughter.

"HAR HAR firs' time dat gobbos eva knocked sumfing down HAR HAR HAR" One Eye screamed before moving up to the troll and binding his legs.

"Wez gonna eat Trollz gutz tonit Boss?" queried Larry.

"Nah ya stoopid Git... meet da noowest playa for da Skummi Gitz..." One Eye proclaims, raising the trolls limp arm in triumph.

All the lads bellowed their approval "Watz iz name Boss" They yelled.

One Eye 'thunk' for a second, and spying the chunks of half eaten meat dangling from the trolls mouth, he yells "Iz name iz... Meat Diet!!"

All the lads scream "MEAT DIET! MEAT DIET! MEAT DIET" to the feverish dancing of 'One Eye', which causes the arm he still holds in his meaty arm to jiggle.

Suddenly a ominous "GROWL" emits from the drooling mouth of the Troll, causing 'One Eye' to drop the hand. "Errr... Mini Me... bind iz 'ands would ya?" he whispers before beating a hasty retreat down the path, quickly followed by the rest of the squad.