“Well the Hammers have been sitting around for a few days getting in some practice, it is a nice sunny day. The birds are out, the fair ladies in waiting are watching practice in their summer dresses...the kids are running around the stables.

when a runner comes up. 'Sir's there are Chaos Dwarfs taking a summer stroll in the meadow just yonder...they look grim and mean and sport some really nice Blood Bowl gear. They look a little beat down..They have a minatour on a girney and one of them is limping really bad'

The passion and blood rises in the Hammers..Time to deal with those CD scumm...our humilation to Sigmar, the cult, the ladies and that old man who keeps heckling us over how bad the last CD beat us down, well we will show him. To arms Brothers!

The Hammers track down the Dibalo's in a meadow. There are no words, only grim looks of hatred and destruction. A wandering amber wizard in a zebra outfit shows up from a grove of blueberries, and the game is on.

Both teams lock horns in the middle of the pitch and they lay into each other. Bodies are flying, some teeth go missing. The battle is so pitched you can barely make out the combantants in the middle of the pitch, they are covered in a cloud of dust and dirt. Then out of the cloud CRACK*** My Hammy!!!! Andariel come flying out of the scrum holding his groin and crawling off the pitch, one less CD to deal with. The Hammers press their advantage.

The Diablo's though battle back, their bulls stampede into the action and WIlly gets a gore right in the face *OWSA that hurt!!!! he crumbles to the ground and his eye is allmost poped out. He staggers off into the bushes and gets a bad case of poison ivy when he fell out.

Well the battle has been raging and the time is running down. The Hammers hold a slight edge but need to hang on. They pull out an inspired 2 turn defense of their half and stall out the on rushing bulls as they attempt to get the late game tie. But the dreaded double skull denys them their chance and VICTORY IS OURS!!!! Revenge is sweet.

The CD's pack their bags and head off into the woods with their beards dragging and their top haps all out of shape.”