“Season 2 Out Foxed-

Chapter 3 OMG

"Fox did you hear the whole of Norsca are tuning in Rock Johnson went on cabal saying its Fox hunting season!" Harold spluttered between wolfing his greasy prematch offal pie.

"Don't worry" said Magoo looking towards Briskett "the added revenue from the viewing has brought us some more stars! Zug and that mad chainsaw fella will tilt the tables! Am telling yer!"

Stars,stars when will I finally get my recognition Fox thought to himself. He also knew he couldn't get distracted the OMG had been on form this season and there last meet had been a brutal affair.

"Thats it lad do your stuff Fox" said Madhead talking directly to Travis Hotwing.

Oh god thought Fox lets see how this goes. The Old 'Murican Gods stood on the pitch towering over the Mob with Smirks barely hiding the mischief beneath.

A kick off and Fox was quick to gather the ball and quickly Zug flanked him. "Don't worry lad" Zug said "I have been told to look after the".

At that Helmut Wulf sprinted forward with his Chainsaw to put it straight into one of the OMG crowd only for the ref to march him out on turn one. Bad went to worse as Jackal Crush the intimidating Snow Troll started to remove players one by one. The first of which being Brisket. The beast went down in a quivering lump. "Oh god" thought Fox as he then Saw the Rock suddenly baring down upon him before he hit the Astrogranite giving up the ball.

Then the boots came flying into his body. Through the mass of flying feet he could only just see Zug being stretchered off the field. Fox attempted to get up but and recover the ball but The Rock was all over him making sure that he had little wiggle room and when on the floor he again found no end of boots flying in at him. The half past and OMG had taken the lead.

"Right what we need is a bloody Spark" Spat Madhead "Get out there Harold make a difference"

Harold jumped up "Yes boss right away where do you want me?"

"On the front line boy"

Having attended now too many Dwarf funerals Fox looked over to Harold and could see the sweat dripping of the poor hobbit, though it may of been the Tikka Masala he was polishing off was too spicy.

Defence was as frantic as the offense had been and Fox bellowed orders across the pitch. The Old Murican Gods cockily strode forth with the ball egging the Mob on to try and get them. Then out of nowhere a Great ball of Fire Smashed into the pitch Torching the centre of the pitch though the ball carrier hit the ground the other Norse men just laughed off the flames.

"Oh boy" Thought Fox. He could se where this was going. A gain a rush from The Rock with a snarl he pounded him into the ground. Followed up by a swift boot to the chin and ............................................

Fox awoke his head pounding. He looked around at the pile of wounded players. "back to the drawing board" he thought. What next.

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