Waagh walked into the dark crowded pub after an 0-3 start to another blood bowl season. Smoke filled the room which was good because no one could tell if his eyes were red because of the sorrow of another pointless season or the smoke in the air. The Goblin bellied up to the bar next to a rather irritated looking dwarf. Only then did he realize that this was the famous Bozwoth the Brave! The dwarf that only two weeks ago had single handedly destroyed the rest of his team causing Waagh to have to hire three goblins and a troll off the street for the debacle they had suffered today.

“Finally lose today? Serves you right after what you did to me” sniggered the grot vaguely in the dwarfs direction.

“HRPFH.” scoffed the dwarf “We haven't lost more than 2 games in the last eight season. We won today 3-0 against some ungodly mix of your lot and some skaven players”

“Then why the long face? You should be celebrating! Next one's on me.” He flicked a coin at the elf tending the bar who deftly caught the coin behind his back and smoothly pocketed it.

“Celebrate!? What for!? The scrubs we played today didn't stand a chance. They rarely stand a chance. We dwarves are the best there is and everyone knows it. I am tired of playing against your ilk. I want a challenge!” Behind the bar the elf perked up his ears and raised his eyebrows almost audibly.

Waggh shook his head in agreement. “It would be nice not to feel like we have been thrown against a brick wall every game and get to play more teams around our same skill level”

The elf strode over gracefully both Waagh and Bozworth couldn't help but look upon the creature's angelic face as he began to speak. “Do you two mean to tell me that you play in the same division?”

“Division? No but we are in the same conference; we play one another at least once every season. I do have dark elves in my division though. I have to play tem twice and we always receive a proper thrashing from them too” sputtered the Goblin

“Aye” agreed the dwarf, “and we have a group of amazons in ours. We help them make sure they never have more players than they need. No fun playing them twice a season”

“I’m confused” sang the elf. If you aren't in the same division how do you play one another at all? And why would you be playing any team twice?”

“Sometimes three times if two teams in a division make playoffs” spouted the goblin.

“This makes very little sense to me. This is how blood bowl works in the new world? You two share a pitch? And why would two teams from the same division have to “play off” that's usually reserved for teams that are hoping to be promoted or hoping to avoid relegation no?”

The dwarf and goblin looked at one another confusedly then back at the elf.

“Let me tell you boys how blood bowl works everywhere besides Americol”

After listening closely to the elf the goblin sat in silence for a moment. They stared into their drinks with a new realization that this was indeed the blood bowl experience they had been looking for. A chance to play against you equals. A chance to learn and increase your coaching skills and become a better coach. A chance to throw goblins at your opponent and have fun! This is what we have needed in Americol and thus the NWBL was born!