“Baby Dank surveyed the team across from him. He recognized the coach on the other side line... it was him. The coach that plunged his career into chaos what seemed like so many seasons ago stared blankly across the field not quite aware of the rage that his face was currently fueling. The rage turned into glee at the thought of finally getting a chance to fill the field with the blood of these worthless northerners.

But Dank did not recognize any of the opponents that haunted him for so many sleepless nights... Where was Gemini? Where was the rest of the American Gladiators. These players were nothing like the team that handed out such an embarrassing playoff loss that a mighty Blood Bowl franchise would never step on a Blood Bowl field again.

Baby Dank sneered as he finally caught the glance of the opposing head coach the only remnant of the his past's ultimate failure, "They will have to do."”