“Raise high the banner of war! Let steel hooves and grinding wheels pound the lands and call forth the D'orcs to a game of brawl with the ball!

In the wake of destruction and chaos that is combat...Sharptongue is picked up by the enemies troll and placed in the giant maw head first! The fans cheer as they watch the norsemen's legs kick...he bites the troll's throat from the inside...but with a mighty crack from the trolls jaw...the legs stop...and the rest of the chariot vanishes into the belly...and straight to the underworld! Hail to you Sharptongue! You lived and fought well!

And to DeMaio who guards the endzone! Two receiving orcs test thy strength...and yield to your ancient hatred! Fists like hammers send them home to their momma!

But this day's victory rides upon the shoulders of Biondi! The lineorc Barkus is sacked...and is shown thy Arm of Death(TM). It is the last thing he sees...before utter destruction! Then race hard to the backfield...sack the thrower...and march proudly, ball in hand...to take the winning TD! Fans rush and cheer and amass behind the chariots like never before! 20 fan factor!

DeMaio "A great days work! We gave em Hell on Earth...our specialty."”