“As the blinding sun warmed the 25000 odd orcs and various orc-media organs, one thought alone was in the walnut sized minds of all in attendance: How far would the ball stray from midfield?
Not very, it turned out.
With four golblins on the field and no trolls to chuck, chomp, and generally molest them, the ball had never seemed more secondary to the Bloodbowl action.
With the orc ex-cons receiving to start the match, the Snitch Bitch thrower quickly took the ball into his possesion and proceeded to midfield where the remainder of the half was to play out. The Sick Boy thought he had handed out the death penalty only to have it snatched away by a governer's repreive in the form of a deft apo. Later in the half Good Time's good time ended at the hands of Blood Surfer (think Patrick Swayze in Point Break).
The second half started promisingly for the cons as a perfect pooch kickoff combined with a neat blitz garnered them the ball almost exactly where it had spent the previous half. This continued well into the half with much jockeying, blitzing, tiny gains and massive blunders. In the end, the Bud Guyz made a dash about halfway to the opponents end, only to be blitzed down in what was probably the only athletic play of the entire match.
All agreed, You Can't Beat Orcball.”