“Well Jim, this was a knock-down, drag-out battle in the trenches between the up-and-coming Skankin Fiends of the Pit and green-as-grass newcomers the New Orc Gits.

The Gits received the kick off and immediately went to their passing game, Weaselsqueezer hitting two for two in the first half. But the Fiend's quick defence shut down the Gits aerial game and threatened to run the ball all the way back. However, poor ball-handling skills from both teams had the pigskin bobbling around in the middle of the field. True to type, by the end of the first half both sides had forgotten about the ball and were happy pummeling each other in true Blood Bowl fashion!

Highlight of the first half had to be the Gits' Mag Splatterfist's Block on Vigour Mortis Son: Splatterfist literally dived headfirst right through the former Fiends former player for one of the grislyest kills so far this season!

The second half started with the Gits lined up against the artful running of the Fiends, but it soon became clear that the Gits had never faced this kind of slick offence in the greenskin bush leagues! Despite having only nine on the field (with a Mummy, Wight and Ghoul cooling the benches) the Fiends slashed their way into the Gits backfield and it was only some last-ditch defence from Weaselsqueezer that stopped the Fiends' Bogie Man Barny short of the line. Again though, poor handling stalled the Gits and a fine blend of silky skills and nine-inch long claws saw Bogie Man Barney over the line with the pill.

The Gits took the ball after the restart and this time went with the run. Kneecrusher took the ball down the wide zone but some fine team-tackling from the Fiends' "Ghoulsome Twosome" safeties stopped him in the red zone. Ball in hand after the tackle, Snotty Man Sam looked upfield for the channel but his eyes can't be what they used to be as he missed Kneecrusher rising from below! Sam went for a "chat" with the Gits' legion of fans and Kneecrusher powered over the line.

Back up to eleven, the Fiends restarted and went straight for a smash down the sidelines. But as the clock ticked on it was clear the Fiends were running out of steam and basic errors crept in like maggots into an eyeball. The Gits blunted the attack (and some of the Fiends' faces) and a thumping block from Urf Kofflemm shook the ball lose behind the Fiends' line of scrimmage. Gudmak Greasegrip went for the pickup but, you guessed it, spilled the ball and the Fiends had the skin back with seconds left on the clock. They hunkered down for the Gits retaliation and the game played out with the customary fistfights.

Bob, your thoughts?”