“DeMaio "To the lands of blood cauldrons and poison! Let bladed wheel meet mithril'd hate! Pound the enemy hard til the ground he walked...becomes his grave!"

A handful of charioteers take on another hard beaten team. The winds of fate gail with such anger, that nearly half of the dark elf team refuses to play...and half the fans are blown away!

Hail to the Master of the Wind...thy long journey is completely. Thou was the top active ranked norse player! You served TWO XFL tours, and acheived legend status in every sense of the word! Even scored five touchdowns singlehandedly vs an entire ogre team! Mangled and beaten beyond even your mother's recognition, blinded, deaf, and maim'd, you show'd the world that the burning fire of Hell's fury cannot be quenched!

With a prod of the twin beasts, the Master of the Wind and his chariot dash full sprint...off Devil's cliff...a full kilometer fall! Scatter among the rocks and splitter everywhere! Let thy essence become as free as the wind you worshipped!

DeMaio "the team sheds an amazing amount of weight. Now perhaps we'll actually make some cash. We've had three 0 winning games in a row!"

The remaining chariots kick high the dust of desolation, in search of the pits of Hades!”