“Controversy seems to follow Brewin. Fresh out of his first round clash in the BBQL “pre-season cup” against the Wrekage Ratz, Brewin lodged a complaint with the tournament organiser over the alleged stalling tactics of his next opponent, an injured human team. “Fine,” said one of the ruling judges, a cybernetically-enhanced Black Orc. “You can play the Mighty Destroyers instead. They’re a fresh dwarven team and they’ve been asking to play you.”
…Brewin’s face dropped. “Oh no, not Dwarves.”

Brewin, a Dwarf himself, led his injured motley crue of Skaven back to Snipers Alley, saying that it was to undertake additional training and work on a new game plan. My sources indicate however, that he spent the majority of this time at the Warp Den, drinking.

He and his team the Die-Hard Snipers had only been back at their base camp for a couple of days, when a troop of Dwarves showed up at the tavern, dressed in armour and ready for battle, er Blood Bowl. An imposing tattooed Dwarf among them, resplendent in his pig-tailed red beard, shouted in a voice to silence the bar: “We come here for the blood of Brewin! We’re here to whoop that traitorous heathens arse, who dares to call himself a Dwarf!”

Things might have gotten really ugly after that … had it not been for a well placed sniper shot that fired then from a hole in the ceiling. The Dwarf that spoke dropped dead and the other dwarves took a step back.
Brewin appeared to recognise the Dwarves. “You’re the Mighty Destroyers right?”

And so a match was organised then on a nearby muddy paddock. Brewin looked nervous as his injured team filed out onto the field against a full compliment of Dwarves. Ominous too were the large numbers of Dwarven fans that had gathered on the side-lines… This was gunna hurt.

The referee barely had a chance to blow the whistle before it all started… and by that I mean the pitch invasion. The Dwarven fans stormed the pitch and the Destroyer team members took advantage of the melee too. It almost seemed planned. By the time it was over and the referee had regained control of the match to start the kick-off, two Snipers were hospitalised and half of the remainder were writhing in agony on the ground.

And it just got worse for the Snipers from there. The half ended nil all with only five Snipers left on the field to the Destroyers eleven. And an amazing play by a rookie Longbeard prevented a certain touchdown: With the ball in the Destroyers end zone, this Longbeard picked up a ball in a tackle zone, held the ball for a turn, and then dodged out through multiple tackle zones and opponents. I asked this rising star after the game what his name was… With a big grin he replied, “They call me Lucky Sod.”

The second half was a comedy of errors. By this time the ball had become so mud-covered and slippery that no team could seem to hold onto it. More Skaven players were hospitalised or even killed. Towards the end of the second half it all looked to be coming together for the Destroyers. Still at full strength, they held the ball caged near the Sniper’s end zone and had only three opponents left on the field, one of whom lay stunned and surrounded by a mob of Longbeards. Yet somehow In a Teacup, the sole remaining Storm Vermin on the Snipers team, managed to blitz and spill the ball free for his fellow team-mate, a Gutter Runner known as “Dartsy” to grab the ball and score on the last turn of the game.

The official record of this game has been lost as following this event, the Dwarven fans went crazy, killing all officials at the game, including the referee.”