“Coach PolarDragon gazed across the pitch at the undead in the far dugout. Babes, Igor and bribe money in piles told him all he needed to know about the David and Goliath matchup that was about to take place.

Idly rubbing the healing welts on his back he reminded himself there was to be no mercy for the Drumheller squad... the floggings of the ownership cabal made that point perfectly clear.

His own monstrosities looked primed viscous and ready. Brendon LaBatte was ready to kill, glaring back at the beasts when they sniffed for elf scent after being awarded player of the week for his elf-like ball handling. Good thing they were just smart enough to taunt Brendan from outside of his reach.

The game started with a short kick that the Dry Bones easily recovered, but before they could get their grinding offense up and running a mis-click had Brontosaur Williams attempt a dodge and knock himself out when the mummy tangled in his own bandages.

Not pretty, and likely the deciding factor of the game. Winnipeg bashed and surged into the Drumheller backfield. Milt Stegal tackling ghouls left and right. Greg Battle picked up the ball and kept it out of reach of the Dry Bones, while the rest of the Bombers beat the undead into turf, stepping over the line just as the whistle blew to make the game 1-0 at the half.

Winnipeg received in the second half and the slaughter continued. Drumheller's valiant rookie defense was no match for the seasoned Bomber offense. The ownership cabal should be pleased...”