“Trained in the arts of war and sport, the battle cars of Hell's hate set charge upon those who share a craving for glory!

DeMaio "Sweep the field...exterminate anything elven with a pulse!"

But the gods of fate had other plans, in the beginning minutes, the warriors of the wheel were hurled off the field in mass numbers. Few left, a score was walked in by the elves.

But surrender is not an option! Hail to Jay Bergen who races across the field braving tackle after tackle! His hands and heart remain true and goal is achieved!

And to Howling Madman, a last ditch comp to try and tie the score! upgrade to pro! Now let no prancer escape thy claws!

DeMaio "With the power of bleeding life, we summon Adams, consumate warrior, to return to the fields of glory! Rise brother in arms! Shed the darkness from thy eyes...and breathe once more! Cast terror in all those who play false bloodbowl!"

The charioteers blast forth a dust trail upon the road. Ever hungry for tomorrow's game.”