Even in the pouring rain, the fans of the Mighty Reds came out to cheer on their team as they played the surging Yella-Roks.

The rain was pelting down making the ball slippery and difficult, but it also smothered the delicious smells of the halfling chef working in the Yella-Rok dugout. It took a few tries but the snotlings were able to pick up the ball and began to move it down pitch. The Mighty Reds using their superior strength and surprising agility to knock their opponents into the crowd and away from the ball. Then on the final turn, Snotticus was able to make it into the end zone and give the Reds a 1-goal lead.

However, when the second half started the weather broke into glorious bloodbowl weather, and the smells of the roast bull caused the Mighty Reds to lose focus. Failing to guard their snotlings, Vambag da Claw was able to hunt them down and take them off the pitch.

Combined with the delicious distraction, the Yella-Roks were able to score a quick touchdown. Grushk Dwarfkilla able to pull off one of his rare passes. This led to the Mighty Reds needing to use their second-string snotlings on the pitch. Alas it was not to be, as Vambag continued to hunt down the snotlings while the other Claw found his way to the ball and scored on the final turn.

The Yella-Roks saw their opportunity, and a perfect kick was sent deep into the back field. Leaving the Mighty Reds with little recourse other than knocking a few Orcs to the ground.

2-1 for the Yella-Roks!

IT’S ALL OGRE NOW!

“Welcome viewers! It’s late in the second half, Badland Bullies are holding onto a 2-1 lead, but it’s the Mighty Mighty Reds’ ball and they will try to engineer overtime!

“Black Gobbo, The 3rd of his Name, is the only Snotling left to handle the ball - Ogres form a cage, but the Bullies are swarming around the pocket - Black Gobbo squeaks with terror, runs to “Strong Arm” Big Mike - who reaches down - but he doesn’t throw BG3! Its a hand-off! And Big Mike gently takes the ball!

“He winds up...is he...yes! HE THROWS THE BALL!

“It’s a perfect spiral and lands right in the breadbasket of Captain Grimskull! The endzone is a few strides away! Can he break through the orcish tackles to freedom?

“NO! The Orcs perform a shoestring tackle and the Captain goes down! The ball spills loose in front of Bullies’ thrower, ‘Weird’ Wuzzag. Wuzzag steps forward, picks up the ball and hucks it downfield to safety —

“— INTERCEPTION! Big Mike plucks the ball out of the air! He’s searching for a receiver downfield. Captain Grimskull launches himself off the turf and blitzes away the Bullies’ backfield coverage. Uglena Mannish is wide open, waiting for the ball. Big Mike rolls out of the pocket and...

“...DISASTER! Moving and throwing the ball is too much for Big Mike’s ogre brain to handle! He trips up, hits the turf and the ball spills from his grasp as the clock hits zero! Game over! Bullies survive and are going to the finals!

“What a finish! Stay tuned next week, viewers, when the Chaos Cup will be on the line!”

The match began with the rain pouring down for the first half, making both the ball and ground slippery.

The speed of the howlers turning against them as their feet failed to find purchase when going for it. Allowing Da Yella-Roks to surround their players cause all kinds of consternation.

However the weather wizards were paid off, and the second half turned into some wonderful bloodbowl weather and the methodical stomping of Da Yella-Roks meant that they slowly ground their way up the pitch for a touchdown on the final turn.

"Griff doing Griff things"

Code for how Griff took over the match, from turn one blitzing pass the reds line to secure the ball and generally dictating the tempo of the game.

POST-MATCH INTERVIEW WITH JUS' HATIN' and 'WEIRD' WUZZAG
Arwin Anders, Sideline Reporter for Spike! Magazine

AA: Jus’ Hatin', 'Weird' Wuzzag, thanks for speaking with me. Now, I don’t usually interview opposing blood bowl players at the same time, but we’re in a bit of a time crunch -

JH: ‘ERE WE GO, ‘ERE WE GO, ‘ERE WE GOOOO

WW: Gerroff, Hatin’! Nuffin’ fair about dat match!

JH: Youz just mad ‘cuz you lost! Looooooooser!

WW: I show ya a -

* Arwin’s Camera-ogre cuffs both players *

AA: Ahem. Thank you, Gronk. As I was saying. Hatin’, your fans played a strong role in the match early on.

JH: Huh. Maybe you fink so. Maybe was just Feelix Meddlesum hidin’ in da stands at kickoff. Dat rock, takin’ out deir troll while he watches da ball flying troo da air? Was perfect.

AA: I heard the Bullies’ apothecary saying that if it wasn’t for Gobbler’s regeneration, he would have missed the whole game. As it was, he sat nearly the whole first half. That let your own Rickard Whopper have the run of the pitch, wouldn’t you say?

JH: Not really. Whopper don’t so much “run” as “lumber.”

AA: Over to you, Wuzzag - was the departure of Gobbler difficult to compensate for?

WW: Us boyz is ‘ard, and we don’t need no troll. Naw, da problem was dat dese cheeters brought on Ugroth Bolgrot AND HIS CHAINSAW.

AA: That’s fair, but the fans did love watching him go after Gorbad and take him out. I hear he’ll be missing his next game?

WW: Dat’s right.

AA: But one of your goblins fouled him out of the game, isn’t that right?

WW: Hurr.

AA: Which goblin was that? It happened in the middle of a circle of orcs, so it was hard to make out his kit.

WW: Not sure, m’self. Don’t matter. Gobbos is gobbos; dey’z all da same.

AA: And then as the first half ground to a halt and it became clear that the Kestra –

JH: Da ORC Kestra!

AA: Yes, that’s right, I’m sorry. As it became clear that da Orc Kestra would score at the end of the half, two of your players (*checks her notepad*) Gorgut and Scarfang Spleenrippa both… ran AWAY from the ruck?

WW: Ster-a-tee-jick with-drawl, da coach sez. No chance ta stop da goal, so ‘e tells dem boyz ta keep safe and make da ovver team work fer da hitz.

AA: It kept them safe for a bit.

JH: Nuffle seed dem, dough. He got ‘em in da end! In da second ‘alf, Scarfang tripped on a mushroom and got knocked outta da game, and same ting happened to Gorgut! Hurr hurr.

WW: Shurrup, you! Lissen. Nuffle gives, and Nuffle take away, of somefin’ like dat.

JH: ‘E also took away yer last chance to score in da first half. Gobbler came back on in da last turn, but was TOO STUPID ta frow yer gobboz! Hurr.

WW: *growling, then eyeing the camera-ogre warily*

AA: Well, let’s talk about that. Hatin’, da Orc Kestra’s fans were the rowdiest, but remarkably peaceful during the Pitch Invasion that started the second half. Fully half of your team’s players were left stunned on the pitch, but not a single one of the Bullies was affected. Are the Bullies’ fans just… ahem… “’arder” than yours?

JH: NO WAY. Dey just knew dat we dinna need da help. Dey prefer dat we do da crushin’. Hurr.

AA: Early in the second half, the Bullies’ fumbled a drive, but seemed confident that they’d be able to recover. The ball was in the middle of a pretty solid ruck, with players on both sides, and da Orc Kestra was running out of steam. But then, you managed to snag the ball and slip away from the Bullies’ players, and into a pretty solidly caged position. How did you manage it?

WW: Dat’s right. Dat was some ELF-LEVEL-BULLSHIT right dere. (editor’s note: Actual quote from Trev on game night.)

JH: *shrugs* I iz dodgy. Thanks be ta Nuffle. Also, Gork and Mork. But mostly Nuffle.

AA: But that was nearly… supernatural.

JH: *grins*

AA: So, Wuzzag with the game grinding down, the Kestra-

JH: DA ORC KESTRA

AA: Right, right. Da Orc Kestra up by a couple of players, and Bullies falling left and right, what was your game plan?

WW: Really, we’z just tryin’ ta score. And by score, I mean take out some of DA KESTRA playaz.

JH: DA ORC KESTRA!!

WW: Hurr. Yeah, whateva. We just started tryin’ ta hit and maim, and bloody dem. And if, maybe, we get our handz on da ball, den we try to tie it up.

AA: But they kept it away from you.

WW: Yup. Doze gobboz day added after deir last game wuz not bad. Whopper trows in Meddlesum, who runz it in to close out day game. Not our finest moment.

JH: IT WAS *OUR* FINEST MOMENT.

AA: Would you say they earned the victory? Did they want it more?

WW: Naw. But Hatin’ hasn’t had much to gloat about dis season. Figgered we’d give him a morale boost. Hurr.

JH: Why you-

AA: And we’ll end it there. Gentle-orcs, thanks for your time.

JH&WW (together): HEY! WHO YOU CALLIN’ GENTLE?!

Da Yella-Roks are looking to lodge a formal complaint to Da Commish about the lackluster performance of one Morg'n'Thorg.

It seems like some shennanigans were in play as Morg left the field within minutes of the opening half and did not return until the final few minutes of the game. Da Yella-Roks also found that the coach room had been sacked, their plans shared with the Mighty Mighty Reds, allowing them to intercept a set play!

And to add insult to injury their winnings had been tampered, leaving them with the barest of coin to continue through the final few games of the season.

Looking through the destroyed coach's room, the only thing left was a note scrawled that said, "Sorry Rokz, dey pay more."



(Seriously Morg was knocked out Turn 3, and only came back on turn 7 of the second half... I had a bloodweiser babe too!)

"BULLIES BEAR BEARS’ BLITZ, BULLY BEARS!"

The Conjurers' Broadcasting Corporation would like to apologize to all viewers who were offended by last night's broadcast, which featured no less than 9 players badly hurt or worse, and tested the sensibilities of even the hardiest Blood Bowl fan to violent viewing. While the Bullies were lucky to walk away from their injuries, the Black Bears will be looking to fill 3 more vacancies on their roster...

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