“Riding thrones of metal, the charioteers bullet their way through the forests of Elftor. Such grand trees. Tall, strong, ancient....and ripe for the making of new chariots.

DeMaio "Fell the great tree! Upon its trunk, we shall forge Thergan's new machine of war!"

But the norse were not alone, and a battle upon the field of glory and blood soon occurs for the fate of the tree!

The elves were like rangers, dodging and dancing about. The charioteers fists failed to land their marks. but the power of the scythe wheel prevails bringing fame to Night Train.

The legacy of Night Train continues! The Train amps up and power charges into the endzone with the ball. Calling for the hails and cheers of 110,000 strong....220,000 fists in the air! With the strength of the crowd, he amps up again to clean the clock of a thrower! Hail to you ill fated one, let the fans sing your praise!

But in the end, it was the power of the Helmet that proved true! A hard fight for the ball causes the elves to yield their blood to Biondi and the ball to Smoker and his most sacred arm. The ball is launched, and misses the lineman's arms!....only to stick impaled on his Magic Helmet!!! to the roar of thousands....he leaves this day in victory!

DeMaio "Hail the Thergan who has chosen the path of the damned! Drink hard and live without regret! Ye enter the fraternity of death this night and ride upon the road to Hell!"

The charioteers forge that chariot....and burn it upon high flames...just because they can! For tis the chariot of brass and steel they alone wed..til death do they part.”