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

Tonight the Sin City Pact stumbled upon another band of skinny, goth dudes with thick black eyeliner.

"Whatever floats your boat." muttered Marv as he cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

Yeah, the match did not quite go as he planned. No one managed to do any real damage. The only real moment of interest came when one of the little blighters tripped over Hartigan's foot and bashed his own head in on a rock. What a way to go.. I guess it is just their way to go out of this world.

In the end, the victory went to the pact with both Nancy and Kevin finding the endzone. We even brought in enough dough to get the bull headed Dwight to play in the next match. Lets hope he doesn't get himself killed again.

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Thanks for the match coach. Rematch anytime.”