“Walk down the right back alley in Sin City ... and you could find anything.

Tonight the Sin City Pact took the field against a rough looking band of blokes. They frothed at the mouth, mumbled about impending doom, and paced about the assistant coaches. One seemed to be attempting to read signs in the entrails of a sheep.

"Freaks" though Marv. "Lets see how they deal with my mitts."

The first half saw a rough and tumble affair. Three dudes with horns were carried to the sideline unconscious. This allowed the Pact to form a tough defense and the SoBs from scoring.

Midway through the second half, the blood started flowing. Angan, a heavily armored warrior rushed Shellie only to find the wrong end of a stiletto. It was his own fault. Who told him to go after Shellie. Dwight would be proud of how she stood up for herself. In fact, when Rhymon looked like he would slap her around, she shanked him with the same stiletto. He two would leave the field toes first.

By the end of the match only 4 of the SOBs were standing. Tough to play with 4.
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Thanks for the match Paneswalker. I look forward to the rematch.
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