“Lineswoman Daniele sighed and inspected her gleamingly smooth skin.

"What was that Baron saying about a shave?"

Plorka glared at her.

"Shut up and get on with the match already."

Terrifying hordes of Chaos piled together onto the line of scrimmage, beastmen slavering and baying for blood. Crunch! already had a fearful list of casualties to their name, and were responsible for nearly wiping out the Dun Niffelem raiders in a single, horrendously violent match. The howling minotaur Macoe had retired two players... to the cemetary.

The strange spawn of Crunch looked a little perplexed that a team had dared to line up directly opposite them.

"What, you think we're going to run away?" Yamako Jade quipped.

Then the whistle blew and the charge was on. Chaos' confusion quickly turned to frustration. The women were impossible to knock down! Amazons bent and flipped away from challenges that would certainly have knocked down any given Norseman. They could even fight back, although the thick armour of Chaos Warriors Bill and Ted looked a little too intimidating, even for the bravest Amazon Princess.

The two sides began to trade blows.

"Medic!"

Xena was looking more than a little bruised, but the Apothecary's smelling salts seemed to do the trick. A carefully constructed phalanx of tribeswomen, a streaking run from Yamako Jade, and it was 1-0, with only a few dazed victims so far.

The second half began with a drive that focused on the wide zones. Esther Eagle-Eye zinged a pass over the Chaos lines and Jessica proved too difficult to catch. A few dazzlingly white smiles for the adoring crowd. 2-0.

"We can't last forever against those.... things. Do they ever stay down?" Quite a few of the Yamako players lined up for the next drive drenched in sweat.

With a respectable lead, McTavish called up some more defensive plays. Amazons stopped even trying to engage their bestial opponents and instead slipped away with improbable flexibility. Crunch! demonstrated they could play ball if they so wished, with a textbook two-animal rush out wide. 2-1.

The last touchdown was more a bonus than a necessity, but Bryce McTavish wasn't complaining, rubbing his hands together with both lecherous and avaricious glee.

"They're beautiful and they can PLAY! It's perfect... perrrrfect."”