“Son of a gun, big fun was had in the bayou tonight.

Luck was truly with the Witches as a mere 9 dwarves from the Innaface team lined up on the green. Short on stature and numbers they put on a brave face in the opening rounds and grimly pushed the ball and the Amazonian ladies down the field.

The Face's hopes were shattered however as dwarf after dwarf entered the injury box. Freak accidents and simple blows saw the heavily armoured, hardy players dragged limply from the field, until finally the dejected dwarves began mutilating themselves in disgust.

Self harm accounted for almost half of the sorry dwarves bleeding quietly in the dugout. After the Faces were reduced to a mere five it was a simple matter for the bronzed Bayous to rack up the touchdowns.

Head coach Ziggy was found sobbing gently some time after and claiming that he never knew dwarves could be so emo.
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