“Style beats substance... but it was a close run thing.
The fluid grace of the Manheim City team took them quickly into the lead with some textbook maneuvers. At 3 - 0, The Cats vented their frustration by hitting City as hard and as often as they could.
Despite their best efforts, the ruthless pounding took it's toll. Firstly Gerrard Wiekens, killed in cold blood by the merciless undead. To add insult to injury, before his corpse was even cooling he removed his shroud, and to the dismay and disgust of his former team mates shambled away and sat in the Cat's dugout, a blank stare and drooling mouth revealing his newly undead state.
The damage was relentless. By the end of the game, City had just two players left standing who bravely denied a last minute touchdown by the Cats.
A win then for Manheim City, but the cost was high. One player dead, one undead. How will Wiekens' former team feel the next time they line up agasinst his stinking unholy undead corpse?”