I want to keep links to the fluff I write, but can't link to PMs. So here's a repost of bits written as Lef'n'Right, the coach(es) of HUBBA mutants.

Debut of Lef'n'Right, after Rong the putrid (former blitzer, winner of the top tackler award and now coach of 'Creeping under your world') said the following:
"That leaves me to the smack-talk from a mutant-less team calling themselves 'HUBBA Mutants'. We'd like to inform you that with my Top Tackler award from the previous season, I started with no experience whatsoever. So, beware, once we end up in the same division again, I will very much enjoy making this point."


The 2 headed coach(es) of the mutants look up at Rong, and begin to mutter to one another:

L "Whozat, Right? Y e callin' us mutan'less?"
R "It's some guy called 'Wrong'. Ironic, don't you think, Left?"
L "Whaddis ironic? And whaddis smacktock?"
R "He's saying he's a better killer coach than we are."
L "E's RIGHT! You neve lemme SMASH!"
R "Look, I know what I'm doing with this dodgespam build, all right"
L "We CHAOS, Right! We KILL stuffs"
R "Did you ever notice that when we started off together with creeping under your world, we also started with no experience whatsoever. But guess wh..."
L "Smash now?"
R "Sigh.. as I was saying, while CUYW went and got some 'tackler award', look at 'em now. A team full of noobs, who did not advance to the #1 division. And do you know who did?"
L "Akkum Sani.... Sane... Snitorum!" *Left receives a slap to the face.
R "Don't mention that. I meant us. WE'RE advancing. Again."
L "We iz? But dey beat us?"
R "Yes. So while Wrong's little goblin team is meddling around with their hasbeen coach with his 'tackler award', WE are playing with the big boys. As is our birthright, as lords of chaos. He may threaten all he wants, but I doubt we will EVER be in the same division again. Perhaps we can show them their place in a cup some time."
L "But dem big boys. Ain't dey all got lotsa tacklez? An' you tougt our boyz to dodge and not kill an' all."
R "Um...

...I assure you, I have this whole thing very well thought out. Now finish your drink. We're leaving."


After HUBBA mutants vs Natural HUBBA winners

R "So... You liked that taste of leadership, Left?"
L "RHAAAAAAAA!"
R "I'll take that as a yes."
L "Was'n all me do."
R "No, no it wasn't. Between that spiked ball, their own jumpiness and the crowd's bloodlust, I'd say only half the players that left the pitch were your doing."
L "Dey break good!"
R "Yes, they do at that. Took their sweet time doing so, but they did break."
L "Thankoo for exra killtime, Rite."
R "Haha, you should thank the spacefrogs, Left. I'd have gladly scored at the end of the second half."
L "Thankoo spacefogs!"
R "I guess we have put a stop to the reign of the 'natural HUBBA winners', for now. I suspect it will take them some time to find the money to replace those players. It's a silly name, anyway."
L "Wuh?"
R "There is nothing natural about alien frogs coming down from space. It seems like a wood elf team name to me."
L "Wuh?"
R "Sigh. Congratulations on a match well played, Left."
L "RHAAAAAAAA!"

During Undead legends vs Hubba Mutants:

L "I killed dat mummy!"
R "Well, yes and no and no."
L "Whaddaya mean NO?! And no?"
R "Well, for one, it was already dead, so no. But yes, you did end its unlife. But no, it was only briefly."
L "Briefly?"
R "Yes. Look, there he is, shambling onto the pitch again."
L "RHAAAA. Die, mummy, die!"
R "Well, maybe (and no)."
L "YES!"
R "Look, I explained this, he's back on the p... Oh look. He did die. Well done, old chap"
L "Yes 'n no."
R "Getting clever, are we?"
L "Goooo 'fessor CHAOS!"

After Viidakon Tahtoset vs Hubba mutants

L "I TOLE you!"
R "To tole is not a verb."
L "Tacklez! Dey's all got tacklez! Uno who dunn'ave tacklez? US!"
R "But we did very well..."
L "U got us beat up by a buncha gurlz!"
R "We made it to the finals."
L "And Akum Sna... Sani"
Right prepares another slap, but Lef' snatches Right's little arm into his huge ham-shaped fist.
L "You teach dem dodgin' insteda hittin'. You spend our moneyz on some wizad. Iss enuff. I'm takin' ova."
R "Hold on a second, you can't just..."
L "Dey SNAPPED 'Fessor Chaos' NECK like a twig! An' yer new wresler. He dedded!"
R "But look, this is a long-term plan. We knew the beginning would be hard. We can't just stop at the first setback, we need to.."
L "NO! 'Nuff talk from you."
Left takes off his boot
R "Eww... Please, Left. Put it back on."
Left takes off his sock.
Right's eyes grow wide.
R "No, don't... mrrhhrrhmmrhmfrrhhhrmm!"
L "Nex season, dey will bleed!"

After hubba mutants vs what's the point

L "Was good game!"
R "Mrhrrmrph!"
L "We smash sevin!"
R "Mrh. 'ix!"
L "Dey smash only too"
R "rhmh. 'hree!"
L "We beat 'em good!"
R "Mrhmh! Pft" the sock comes out.
R "We lost! To OGRES! I lost against amazons when I didn't have a tackler. You lost against OGRES, with both claw and a tackler!"
L "We beat 'em harder. Dey run dat ball like dem elfs. But we SMASHT dem!"
R sighs.
R "This is going to be a looooong season."

Before HUBBA mutants vs Arkham Sanitarium

L "'is dem!"
R "Yes, I can see that."
L "Dey'll beat us agin"
R "Actually, I looked back. We've played once, and tied. They only beat us to the #1 spot by beating others."
L "But dey've got tacklez! More 'n anyone!"
R "Yes. But they do not have their bullshit bull, or their only claw blocker. We can make this work."
L "I scare, Right..."
R "What for? We have more claw, more strength, as much mighty blow, and as many players. The only problem is they have 5 tackle vs our 5 dodge."
L "Da's my line. Shunya say summin' about da hobgob an' da ball?"
R "All right. Let's see how well that freak can pick up the ball once prof. chaos is through with him."
L "My line agin. I all confuzzled."
R "Yes. In other news, water is wet."
L "Da's not noos."
R sighs. "No, Left. No, it isn't."

During HUBBA mutants vs Arkham Sanitarium
L "Blitz 'em!"
R "But it's their turn."
L "Dun'care. 's Snitorum! Blitz 'em!"
R "Look, it's in the rules, they won the toss, and... oh."
Left grins maniacally.
R "They seem to have given us a shot at the ball carrier."
L "Da's right. Now stomp 'im. Dun' let dat freak git on 'is feet."
R "While you're out there stomping one of the greatest players alive, could you at least bother to pick up the ball on the way?"
L "Wot? 'is Doc cured dat little lump on 'is 'ead? Ooh 'e's gonna regret dat."
R "There we go. Touchdown in the kicking drive."
L "'es back. Good." Left shouts across the pitch: "Now aim for the spine next!"
R "You know... I think we have beaten them even with Krhil-Thzu still on the pitch. Maybe we could hold off on the fou-"
*CRUNCH!
L "Da's not 'is spine! OK OK, skull will do."
R "I hope you're proud of yourself."
Left grins widely

During the second half of HUBBA mutants vs Nuzzling Necroes

R "This is going well. First we scored, and now we've got some very good pressure on the backfield."
L "More smash."
R "OK, I think he might be really stuck now."
L "More smash."
R "Ooh, he's passed to the wolf on the sideline. This is SUCH an easy surf. All we need is to set up a block from prof. Chaos, and..."
L "YEEEES! SMASH NOW! GO FESSOR!"
R "Nono, I said set UP." He shouts onto the pitch "Not like that, you git! Use your..."
"Ugh, he listens about as well as you do"
L "Wuh? Why fessor hit 'imself?"
R "The golem had a friend, left. They worked together."
R sighs

During HUBBA Mutants vs Decadence Inc.

[R]Get 'em, boyz!
[L]Try to pass, he needs the practice. Don't worry, get it next time.
[R]Datsit, hit 'em some more!
[L]A screen of diving tacklers will do.
[R]Oi! Sum'mun kill dat goblin!

Second half:

[L]That goblin is most resourceful. Free up dr. Bash to get him.
[R]Datsit, tacklim! Wot?! Why's 'e still standin'? Wotcha mean, right stuff? I'll right stuff 'im up yer...
[L]That's enough, Right. We have plenty of time to score the 2-1. And then we will have a little chat with our gracious organizer.

Later that day, at HUBBA towers

[L]Mr. Badoek, may we have a word?
[R]Lemme giv' you an 'int. Th'answer is yeah.
[L]Perhaps it is time to reconsider these so-called 'house rules' of yours? They seem grossly imbalanced. The rules limiting the effectiveness of certain skill combinations selectively impair those of us with... limited DNA repair mechanisms.
[R]Dam pixelugges.
[L]At the same time, we do not at all stand to benefit from the right stuff. It could have cost us a game today!
[R]Yeah. An' we dun't like dat.
[L]I believe your rules violate several laws related to the equal treatment of all races. Rather than go through the cumbersome lawyer- and court drama, perhaps it would be wiser if you should simply stand aside for our inevitable march to domination. It would be such a pity if we should need to scrape you off our boots at some point.

After winning HUBBA season 8: where evil will prevail:

[R] Badoek, I have to say, I do not care for the title you gave this season. Despite common stereotyping, we are not actually...
[L] Murderd 'em! We kilt 'em all! Rhaaaaa! Blood for da blood god!
[R] Ah, whom am I kidding? Let us instead say that the title was prophetic. Evil has indeed prevailed. We would like to take the opportunity to thank our sponsors, Royal Dutch Hell, for their...
[L] Buncha wankas! Pencil pushas. We'z commin' afta you next!

So it came to pass that after exactly 30 games, the HUBBA mutants rose from the lowly skink-a-cola division 3 in season 6, through the gatoraid division 2, to now win the royal dutch hell division 1!

In response to the announcement of Hubba Bowl VII. In round 1 of Hubba Bowl, the Mutants get to face 'Rot' your world, which have been smacktalking between seasons after winning division 2.
League commissioner Badoek Oh that was good!
You can say what you want, dear HUBBAnes, but there\'s hardly anything that can beat a good halfling stew. Made from actual halfling that is. Feel free to taste it yourself. I wouldn\'t recommend the Wood Elf or Elf kebab. Way too stringy meat that. From the Slann I have only let the cooks prepare their butts and legs. They taste pretty good. From the other teams that have left HUBBA, none is really suitable to eat.
Anway, *BURP*, as you might have noticed, it is time for:
HUBBA Bowl VII
Some nice matchups in there (bash vs ball) and our very first Simyin game!
So get those games scheduled and let us know so we can come and spectate. Bring rocks and bananas!

Right is excited about the news. He moves as if to wring his hands, but fails, as he has just the one hand, and Left's is currently occupied behind his back. After an awkward moment's hesitation, Right fist-pumps instead.
[R] Excellent! Is has been far too long. Back onto the astrogranite, my lovely minions!
Left brings his hand around, sniffs his finger, and then scrunches up his nose. Then he looks up.
[L] Yeah! Time to kill sum moar. So 'e sed bash fesses ball. We smashin' sum elves den?
[R] That sounds likely. I assume he doesn't particularly consider us ballers, Left. Are there any elves we haven't eaten, though?
[L] *BURP* Dat waz good. Ey look, da sign iz up. Wotzit say, Rite?
Right looks up, suprised, and then grins
[R] Ohoho, this should be most interesting, Left. We're playing those upstart braggarts that are fresh in from the Bony division.
Left looks puzzled.
[L] Eeeeeeeh....
[R] 'Rot' your world?
[L] Eeeeeeeh....
[R] The Nurgles, you dimwit!
A frightened look passes over Left's face
[L] Oh noez...
[R] What's the matter?
[L] Well iz just. We been trainin' so long, an' now wez jus gotta crawpomer, an' dey haz one too!
[R] So? They're inconsequential. Athough mister block still hasn't recovered from his injuries, neither has their star Enrico Balazar. Your bashy lot may face some slight peril, but Balazar was their only tackler. You can cower in a corner all you like, my dodgers and I are looking forward to this game.
[L] Youz talk too much, Rite. Nurgz' rule chaos, everyun noes dat. Wez in truble.

After this game vs the Alderman High Vipers:
The Vipers and the Mutants' apothecary managed to kill professor Chaos. Coach Left was last seen roaring unintelligibly while stuffing his megaphone down coach Eldritchfox' throat, whilst coach Right was apologizing to Eldritchfox, and trying to calm Left down with an ineffective "but it doesn't matter, we won!"


Highland Lords vs HUBBA Mutants

As the first half drew to a close

Right: Now THAT is how you play Bloodbowl. Control the pitch, steadily advance. Focus on the ball, not the damage, and allow no threats to the ball.

Left: Oh yeah? Focus on da ball all right. I bin' tellin da lads to foul der ballz off! Then Derz only four elves lef' onda pitch!

R: Well, that was all due to superior positioning of course. I dare say that teaching the lads to make those diving tackles had as much to do with it as your inane brainstomping.


After the match


L: Dat elf wuz about ta score! E dun an tripped imself, dat's notcher doing! If youdda let me murder em all, e'd never ave ad dat shot.

R: Well, no matter. He did not make it, and we prevailed.

L: But we dinna murder any! Not even a smashed ead or a torn off arm! Only some hus... hoz... haspe..

R: Hospitalization?

L: Yeah, dat!

R: That is irrelevant. We won the match, and even learned some new tricks,

L: Ah yeah, I 'tole da professor and dr. pomb to practice der pilin' on; da prof can finally be a finished killin' machine. An' dr. Pomb can be as iz name says.

R: Yes, well, about that. I do believe the coaching staff may have changed that plan here or there....

L: Say wot!?

R: Admittedly, the professor and the good doctor have developed along similar lines... but perhaps not quite as you imagined. The professor is training as we speak, to not allow anyone to push him around. This should help his sideline play, and make him even stickier with his tentacles. Speaking of which, have you noticed the doctor has also grown a pair?

L: I aint't talkin' to you no more. We'z chaos. Da's disgustin'!