“Well the Hammers return from the Black Cup. It took them allmost a month to get back home. They hit every tavern, pub, cantina and local "dive" on the slow march back from the Northern Wastes. The trip was filled with doubt, self loathing, anger, some pride in winning two matches before getting knocked out of the tournamet but it was primarily a bing drink fest that lasted allmost a month.

As we arrived back in Altdorf before we checked in at the temple we headed on down to the row to our favorite wattering hole the Grid Iron. The locals were cheering and carrying on. More stops at some of the other taverns, drinks on the house. We were feeling good but there was that sense that something was not right.

Well after the 9th stop and drinks on the house someone had the guts to tell us what was up. It seems this crew of greenskins had taken over the Grid Iron so to speak and had run off all the regulars. They said these greenskins heard that the Hammers were all KIA at the Black Cup and this pub was theirs now. They even had the audacity to take down our trophy above the bar and deficate in it, the entire team!! it was just a pile of crap sitting on the front porch for all to see. With a sign that said in bad common "Hammers stink, Hammers dead, our joint now".

Well the Hammers arrive outside the Grid Iron and view the grizzly sight of our trophy. The gilded gold all rusted with greenskin crap all over it, flies buzzing around it and even a small rat eating a morsel of some green grissle on top, like a cherry.

That was it...TO WAR!!! FOR SIGMAR AND THE TROPHY!!!!

Hammers blow into the tavern. The double swinging doors blow off the hinges. The Skeldon Orcs are just hanging out around our favorite table. Taking advantage of some greenskin wenches...Greenskin wenches in the Grid Iron..this is beyond the pale!!!!!

We lay into those orcs with all the fury of Ulric behind us. tables are flying, cheers are blowin up on the heads of the greenskins. Crazy ray cracks a pool stick over one of the BoB's head and it cracks in half. Vrock the really dirt boot starts laying some deft DP boot action to some poor BoB. The Skeldon crew recovers from the onslaught and proceeds to start laying some blows back. Hammers are flying. Solace Witch Flame is picked up and thrown like a javelin into the mirror behind the bar and crumples behind the bar. Welsh Fleming is foot stomped into the sawdust floor and then picked up, given a wedgie and thrown out the front window...CRASH!!!!!!

The crowd is 15 deep on the street. This is turning into a massive scrumm at mid field. But the Hammers get the upper hand. Cuthand Dark Blade grabs one of the greenskins and bites off his pinky, then flings that into the air, it hits one of the fans and spins off and hits some bystander looking in the broken window...SI NIGGLE as it snaps his neck...OUCH!!! Bray'dee crawls into the corner sucking his smashed hand, now minus his pinky.

Krom the Crusher is so enraged that he bull rushes a BoB and pins him against the wall. He then gets him in a full nelson, and with all his might breaks the greenskins shoulder blades as the foul creature falls to the deck Krom reverses his move into a choke hold and snaps the BoB;s head off using its own weight to give him leverage...The Gore, the violence, the BLOOD...OH MY!!!! the crowd is going nutz.

Hammers procced to stall out this fight and just keep beating down the greenskins. As the fight is allmost to its end the greenskins still have some time to get in some good shots and maybe make this fight a draw...but just then the Dock Watch shows up blowing whistles, wielding halbers and looking like they are about to use them. They adjust the time for this fight and the leave the greenskins only one turn to do some magic...nothing.

Hammers kick the Skeldon crew out of their tavern and send them packing down the row to the cheers of the local, humiliated and shamed.





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