Broketoof, lineman for the Orc team Smasha Da Skull Boyz, lay motionless on the pitch until he was dragged off by the snotling lackeys hired to haul away refuse from the field of play. He was given up for dead after the Minotaur had gored him in the gut and threww him ten meters in the air as the huge crowd roared in delight. After the match was over he was cut from the team to make room for a thrower the captain of the team had had his eye on for some time. He was tended back to health by an ancient shaman of that race known as the Savage Orcs because certain omens pointed out that this one was perhaps destined for greatness. Soon after, the witchdoctor traveled the Great Green, that timeless space where only the enlightened ones may travel, and much to his surprise and horror found that Mork had lost Broketoof's soul in a wager with Nuffle. No doubt on some worthless BloodBowl match! After his recovery Broketoof founded the Broketoof Boyz and, with the help of the old shaman, built a shrine to honor Nuffle, the cruelest of gods in a cruel world.

Smasha Da Skull is easily the oldest player of the Broketoof Boyz. He first met Broketoof at a tryout camp for his famed Smasha Da Skull Boyz squad. After a devasting block to the young Orc, Smasha said to him, "Hey Broketoof, you gotta stand your ground better dan dat if you wanna make dis team!" The youngster was going to answer back that his name wasn't Broketoof, but at that moment he felt something loose inside of his mouth and he spit out bits and pieces of several of his teeth, much to the amusement of Smasha and the rest of the players. But that was years ago, and now the young lineman is a captain of his own team looking for talent when he runs into his former mentor and asks him if he wants a job, but he'd have to earn it. Smasha crouched, and then sprung out of his stance to deliver another blow like he had done on their first acquaintance. As Broketoof was getting back on his feet, he had a feeling of having been there before as he spit out bits and pieces of teeth to the ground. "You're hired!" he growled, "but save those hits for a nice plump little Dorf next time."