“As we showed up for our friendly qpool match it was with boos of derision that our mighty chaos players were met. Dodging thrown flagons of mead we barely managed to herd our team onto the field unscathed. Our fans showed great class in restraining themselves from rushing the Norse heathens where they stood in the stands. Then all plans got thrown out the window. THEY TAUNTED MILKMAN DAN! Dan slid out to winger and after the first kick immediately charged the curr. Unfortunately his fury affected his blocking and he only managed a rough shove. Apparantly this provocation of the herd had been intended as Dan was immediately blindsided and before Daisy could come to his rescue, one of these filthy mongrols dropped down from the shoulders of a teammate to land elbow first on Dan's head. The large bull of their weak stable then charged forth and assaulted Jersey leaving her with serious lactation issues that will probably have her sitting out next game. Oh, it was On now! It was SO ON!! The remaing gurnseys, with eyes aflame with their barely contained fury proceeded to do what they'd been bred for generations to do...PLAY BLOODBOWL! With a power drive the likes of which have rarely been seen they drove down the field hooves flailing, teeth gnawing, hearts pumping until at the top of turn 7 it was Teatsie casually grazing in the endzone, the footy casually resting between her blood spattered horns. The northern instigators then rushed forward in an attempt for a quick score, but it was strong play and an ACTUAL MOMENT OF BRILLIANCE by our Bull that saved the day. With a huge sprint down the field he managed to knock over one of the three men that could score, and pushed the second safely out of range thanks to two bovine assists. Milkmaid Mary laughed as a blitz tried to push her out of the way of the third, and sent that sorry soul to dirt city for his troubles, "Not on my watch!!"
After half time Mary had to calm her charges as they worried about how they'd stand up with such depleted numbers. The Norse fans once again started their taunting as our team took the field, but this time our fans had taken enough humiliation. With a righteous burst of caged fury they charged onto the pitch and stampeded across the far side of the field. Many of the players, caught unawares by the sudden nightmare, didn't manage to dodge out of the way. While many ended up stunned, confused and out cold after the charge, one in particular took it rather badly in the chest. He now awaits the butcher I'm sure as all dead meat eventually finds itself. Thanks to this sudden blessing from the Chaos Cows on high, Jezebell prevailed once again! The moral of the story? Milkman Dan's a swell guy and well loved by all. Well LOVED by ALL!!! YOU GOT IT??!!”