Dexter Holland was an iconic player of Mad Screamers, and definetly a fan favorite. He earned 5 mvps in his early career, leading to some crazy bloat for a DP. But that's just how Dexter was, and we loved him for what he was: a jerk and, most times, a useless punchbag.

His ability to lay a boot made him a huge target for the opposition, with every kind of killer trying to get rid of him for 56 matches. That's a lot compared to the medium life span of an elf lino(approx. 5 turns), but finally he was niggled by some nurgle team.

When a player sticks for so long on the Screamers, the locker room is usually filled with sad feelings, when they die or are forced to retire, but this time a real party exploded after the match, with Dexter popping Champagne bottles while running around the locker room in his wheelchair, screaming "I retire you f**kers! Gonna spend the rest of my days in my mansion's pool loaded with chicks and beer! Sayonara LOSERS!!". That's how Dexter's done. That's why everyone was so happy when his back snapped. But nobody wanted him to be so happy, not him all of elves, after so many good friends had died instead! So, when Dexter was drunk enough, he was made to sign a contract as Coach Assistant on fouling. FOR LIFE! Take that, you chimp!

Fat Mike will be his adept, hope he will be able to overachieve his master!

During his mediocre career Dexter averaged one foul per game. For some reasons his two only kills were regen players, and good ones, too: one Vamp Legend and onestar killer wight.

The day he killed Eva Avarice is by far the brightest of his career, and one of the most glorious in the team's history. When Dexter layed his boot, he already knew it was jackpot. The sound "sploosh" echoed in the stadium like a thunder. The whole crowd immediately went silent: apo came in but there was nothing he could do, regen wouldn't work, either. Nobody noticed that Dexter had wooden stakes at his boot! One right straight to the heart!
That day, Dexter became a team icon, he swore to kill every vamp legend, but soon after that, he stopped dealing serious damages, inhebriated by the sudden, unexpected glory.

See you on the training grounds, Dexter. Nobody's gonna miss you.