“"My Warrior has informed me that there is a game today," said Tzeentch.

"Then let's go and bash some heads!" cried Khorne.

"You guys do realize that if Oblitzamanger wins today, his debt will be paid off to us," said Nurgle.

"Then what shall we do? Should we let them win or lose?" asked Slaanesh.

"Let's see if the Pros can win on their own before we step in. If they are worthy, they will win by themselves, proving that Oblitzamanger's debt should be paid," said Tzeentch.

They all agreed and raced down to the game.

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"Nurgle, I invoke you! Slaanesh, I invoke you! Tzeentch, I invoke you! Khorne, I invoke you!" cried Coach Oblitzamanger before the match. "Okay guys," he said, turning to his team. "I know we don't have Dur'lunk or Mashelk here today, but we can still pull through! We just need to focus and get the job done!"

The team was enthusiastic as they stormed the pitch. Tzeentch follower Nearto Surefire picked the ball up and ran down the sideline, only to be caught by the nimble Orcs.

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"That's it! I can't take this anymore! I hate Coach Oblitzamanger, and the best thing we can do right now is to get him out of our lives!" cried Khorne.

"That's right, he's a pompous, arrogant, b@st@rd that won't obey us at all!" declared Slaanesh.

"Wow, I'm glad you guys all got this out of your systems, because I think he needs to go too," said Tzeentch. Nurgle agreed reluctantly. "Okay, in order to get rid of him, we need to make him win this match. So, if you all don't mind, I'll take over here..."

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Sure enough, an Orc Blitzer went down with the advantage, and Nearto was able to get the ball back and score. However, despite the efforts of the Gods and a strong showing from the Pro's defense, Goblin Joseppe Pallattee proved impervious to the forces of Chaos and managed to score at the end of the half.

"Man! I can't believe you let him through like that!" the coach yelled at halftime.

But then, a booming voice sounded in the dugout. "If you yell at my players again, I shall smite you down like no one has ever been smitten before!" called the mighty voice of Khorne.

Oblitzamanger got quiet and the team prayed for victory.

Sure enough, they flanked the Orcs and got to the ball, eventually having Slaanesh follower Vanith Dartlett score the touchdown by miraculously going for it several times.

The Pros put up a staunch defense with only a couple turns to go. Realizing that the Orcs were going to score however, the Gods all worked together to "expand" the field by just one square, making the Blitzer's final attempt at scoring futile. That's right, by just 1square.

The fans cheered. Oblitzamanger threw up his playbook, not in rage, but in euphoria. He had met the requirements that made his debt paid off. He was fee to go. The players too cheered, and the Gods gave a sigh of relief.

As the team came back into the dugout, he asked them if they wanted to continue playing and stick together. Right then, the Gods shouted a big "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" that could be heard throughout the lands.

"I guess it is not fated for us to continue," thought Oblitzamanger. "But I sure know now not to make deals with the Gods of Chaos themselves!"

However, he kept the player's contact information just in case he ever wanted to bring the team back...”