“Scribed during a drunken speach at the celabratory party when Head Coach of Palmed Coin Crusader adressed the media.

"We Denie the rumours that there was bribing or blackmailing of the ref.
We stand firm on the statement that it was fate that lead the way to the win and not a generous payment for the game organisers to ignore the alleged weapons use. I mean they weren't bombs? who uses bombs in Bloodbowl?! We Denie these accusations!

We cant help it if opponents choose to go an eat poorly before a big match, and end up spontaneously combustin! We would help it if we could, but we cant.

Torabora Rumble put up a great fight, but there was something not going right with the team. I mean, they decided to bring out great bloody broadswords on the pitch dripping with glowing poisons of obviously dubious origins... possibly even evil origins, but I cant comment, I dont know what evil looks like. But if evil looked like anything I've ever had the misfortune of being forced to see, it would have looked like that I would think, ,,, if I thought about evil, which I assuredly DO NOT. I denie that completely.

Something menacing were driving those little rat boys on though, cause usually you give one or two a goood thumbin and the rest run away. So what was the go with 2 lone rats manically chasin the ball in the 2nd half throwing limb and life on the line to try to interfer with the TD. It was so suicidal it should almost be illegal. Guess it makes good viewin though, and good viewin is good playin and good playin is what we do.

So... good on you Torabora Rumble, if you weren't so damn evil with your giant chaos gifted swords of poisonous doom I'd say good game, but I wont, cause your evil, I think... or I would think if I thought about evil, which I dont. uhhh. Good Game" ;-)

Over heard as the party recommences.

"Pass me some of Doomballs secret fungus beer stash! HE wont be needin that anymore!"
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