“Having not found willing opponents directly around their level, Science Gone Wrong looked for a beefier opponent to challenge. Once the runes of divination were cast, the Funk Brothers of Sole were chosen as a suitable group. Strong, healthy and possessing of various skills to make the match a trench-fight. Also, unlike cowardly Khemri or fearful orcs, the Nurglings were not likely to refuse.

Knowing that should their luck run dry the greater strength of their opponents would were them down, Science Gone Wrong started the experiment by bullying their way directly down the flank to score. Upon the return kickoff, the opponent sent twin flankers racing towards the endzone, forcing the defense to split up and cover them. A mistake at midfield proved costly however, allowing the defenders to put the would-be receivers on their backs. Then a flash of brilliance was shown by Mr Frankenstein as he charged past his checker and laid a stern fist into the face of the ball carrier, sending him off the pitch bleating weakly. Seeing as he was alone, he decided to go for glory, extended himself and wrapped up the ball. He was thinking endzone, but the reaction by the Funk Brothers was swift and sure, causing the ball to be bobbled about until the end of the half. Emboldened by Mr Frankenstein's antics, Nuclear Holocaust also bolted from his coverage and sacked the ball carrier just before half-time, to put emphasis on his teams' defensive domination.

In the second half, the twin flanker approach yielded results and the Funk Brothers drew even. The sun had climbed high into the sky, forcing some members of both teams to take a breather, leaving the teams 9 on 9 with all of the beefier opponents still mobile. Undaunted, a steady advance past the lumbering rotters got Mr Frankenstein alone in the backfield. He glanced at the clock and held up for support until the stench of a rotter sent him into the end-zone.

The Funk Brother's blockers and Beast collapsed from the exertion, leaving only a handful of beastmen to try and tie the match. Again two flankers streaked wide, but it was not to be as the dwarves were ready. A spectacular series of dodges by Carter left him open for a pass, but the ball hopped sullenly away from the would-be passers. Carter eyed the ravenous crowd behind him as the dwarves swept up to put him out, but Doctor Faustus did not shove him to the slavering hordes as a measure of respect towards his team's gritty effort.

Well played CanvasBack, I will accept a rematch in the future should you like.”