"So, how the game ended?"
Skruthruach Steelfury asked, chocking out blood from his mouth. His ironic grin still on his face despite the injury suffered
"Yes, brave soldier, we won. And your sacrifice will be remembered!"
Skruthruach, with all his fellow team mates around, expired. Slowly the his unholy life slipped away from his body, reaching the Horned Rat in the Chasm Hall of Honour

"Ok guys. We lost this league. We started in a very bad way, but we managed to beat the second team of the league during our last match and we collected lot of skull. This teached us to never let us guard down. We came on the field pretty pumped up because of our winning in the Youngblood, and this was the result. Someone even died. That's bloodbowl, my friends. Now we have to keep doing the good work, because we need to do what is needed. Black Chasm Overlord, i'm proud of all of you. And now it's time to make a difference. The next league will be our chance to win again. And we will win in blood and fear. Our opponent will fall like rotten corpse during a pestilence! HORAY!"

The team screamed in the deep of the home stadium, tears of joy and pain were poured. Soul Thief and the Censer Bearer reached the Sancta Sanctorum of the team

"Pour the blood of Steelfury here, he will strenghten the seal. He will serve us until he die in the afterlife"

After a second, the spirit of Skruthruach became visible to the guys inside the room

"Am i alive?"

"Sort of, will you continue to serve your coach?"

"Of course i will. It is my duty to serve my team and my nation"

"Well said. And now, we have work to do..."