From the furthest regions of the darkest
corners in the grottiest bar a wager took place, Festor turned to Mike and said that if he could survive one season in the Old Skool Tag Team Tournament that he would personally give him his entire fortune. The deal was sealed in blood and the topic turned to the news that Festor had referenced earlier in the conversation which turned out to be that he had recently donated all his money to the god of Nurgle in exchange for an extra nipple. Realising he had been shafted by his best mate he decided that the best thing to do would be sign up as quickly as possible and begin bashing heads unfortunately for Fetor he didn’t realise that Mike was a dab hand at forging his signature and before he knew it there were a group of rotters at the door ready to escort him to the training ground.

Pulling together other disparate drunkards from a host of bars the team has a tendency to over indulge before a game, the level of inebriation can greatly affect the ability of the team to remember the playbook and to stay on the pitch so the team is likely to change from one game to the next and likely to result in a nervous breakdown for the coach if he survives long enough.