“Nurgle Sent one of his best amateur sides against the Poetry in a game featuring grinding melee and the patented Poetry Counter Slam. Down a man quickly to a great hit off the opening the elves saw a chance to turn the ball up field and strike the streaking Internal Rhyme in the endzone.

The rookie flustered in his first real match watched in horror as the ball struck him in the chest and bounced harmlessly away. Hiku cringed as the beastmen descended upon Internal and pushed him into the furious crowd.

All was not lost however and the Elves managed a counter turn over and pushed Free Form in for the score! As the second half began the familiar sweltering heat began to take it's toll. Not of the energy drink sneaking elves of course, but the festering rotting Maggots required hydration of a far sterner quality.

Depleted of Chaos electrolytes and (hence) bodies the elves happily lined up 5 against 4 for the final drive. Hiku scooped up the ball waited... waited.... and launched it down field to Iambic who waltzed into the endz... hold up he hands it off to Sonnet who scores the winning mark!”