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"I'm rich. I have the city in my pocket. Why don't we have a team?" Quincy Rayes Stapleton yelled at the convenience store clerk behind the greasy confection counter. "I mean, we got fancy haircuts and clear water - what else could we want, hm?"

"Where're y'all gouns ta get dem players, Meester Rollins, sir?"

That was a good question. Quincy screwed up his face and twisted his suit jacket with his stubby fingers as he grunted his way through a thought process. There was a private school for the academy up the hill and around the river through Old-man Grumps forest path. "Fort McDervishy's Strapping and Grappling Boys," it was called. Why, Quincy could roll up there in his van and hire... uh, kidnap, some boys and put a team together. Why it sounded perfectly simple.

"I know what I need to do, son!" QRS exclaimed as he busted out the store and into the sun. Grabbing his shotgun and rounding up a posse into the mail truck, Ol' man Quincy headed to the S&GB finishing school.

The truck wasn't the best quality and it broke down on the looping, uphill bend near Grump's farm. The group of kidnappers just sat along the dirt road and watched the vehicle smoke since none of them knew how to fix an engine. Quincy was fuming. In a fit of rage he threw his hat off into the trees and told his friend's cousin, Thurston (the third in his family to be named so) , to go and fetch it. A moment later a tree crashes down into the clearing and a brute of man steps out of the dust, carrying Thurston in his arms. The giant was mostly a forehead with two great arms.

"Who might you be, big boy?" Stapleton shot out between his teeth at the hulking figure standing in the debris of lumber.

"Lay-kins-up! Gat-cha-boy! Go-now."

Quincy looked over both his shoulders at the men around him, "Any of you catch that? What did he mumble?"

Snazzer, the thinnest man in the group, who was carrying a rifle older than the colonize-o-machine on this planet spoke up, "I think he said his name's Leggins up. He has our man. It's time to go. My half brother on my mother's side was an ogre."

Quincy's eyes opened as a thought hit him square in his fat wallet, "Say, boy, you're big and rough. How'd you like to join my ball club and make a name for yourself, hm? May be that you can make some coin, too, what'cha say?"

"Ask pawps." And with that the ogre crashed back through the trees, pulling the van along behind him, towards a dilapidated wooden house. Figures could be seen in the distance, running around the building.

Well that was one player down, Quincy thought, now to finish out his team. "Let's get moving boys! We got players to get."

Dusk was fast approaching as they approached the old building. Leggins had run inside and could be heard talking energetically to an equally large man. Out the back of the building were muscular farm-hands running through the fields. They were playing a modified version of the classic Bowl-ball but they had different consumables attached to their appendages. In a blur, one of the bulkier lads had thrust his forearm into the other's face and a mist of green-ish water splashed out. The boy had pickles strapped to his hand with grass weaves. "What the blazes are they doing?" thought Quincy.

The farm-boyos noticed the company and wrapped up their activities to meet the new folks. Six of them walked up in different states of cleanliness - from absolutely filthy to mildly smelling of rotten waste.

"Howdy!" One of them exclaimed when he got closer. "Y'all here to take us back?"

"Back? Make yourself clear, boy!" Mr. Stapleton gobbed on the ground and fell into a fit of coughing. When he had regained his breathing and was quietly wheezing to himself the boys spoke up.

A dark-haired mustachioed man with dark olive stepped forward, "Wee all 'ave escaped from h'our school. We want-a better life, man. Ch'u'know what I'm sayin'?"

Quincy couldn't breathe. Here it was handed to him on a platter. A silver platter. One with championship rings and goblets of goblin ale sloshing around on it. By god, it was going to happen.

Stammering, Quincy thrust his hand out and shook everyone emphatically, "Boys! What you need is sport and fame. That's it, fame! Yes, you boys look like you need to be thrust into the light of a thousand up-turned faces who chant your names. Why, I'm just the man to make this happen. Join up and we'll see that you become legends."

"But, boss, we need more players. They be only half a team." Neil, a dock worker, mentioned.

"HAHAHAHAH! Didn't I tell you? You boys are the rest of the team. You'll be protecting our rough-necks here to see to it that they don't get hurt." As Quincy spoke, a thick, stubby-fingered hand closed around Neil's neck and shoulder as Leggins re-joined the group.

"Boss-man! I play! They play, too! We all play! PALY!"

"Heh heh - yes... we all play, Leggins. We all play."

As the sun sets the Plaid Stapletons were formed in bond but not yet in blood.
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New Team Page Beta
Player Ma St Ag Av Skills Inj G Cp Td It Cs Mvp SPP Cost  
1
Ogre
5 5 2 9
Bone-head, Loner, Mighty Blow, Thick Skull, Throw Team-Mate
Break Tackle, Guard, Stand Firm
  22 0 0 0 7 4 34/51 200k
(140+60)k
 
2
Thrower
6 3 4 8
Pass, Sure Hands
+AG, Accurate
  20 22 0 1 1 0 26/31 130k
(70+60)k
 
3
Lineman
6 3 3 7
Block
-av 20 0 0 0 2 2 14/16 70k
(50+20)k
 
4
Lineman
5 3 3 8
Wrestle, Tackle
-ma 21 0 1 0 2 4 27/31 90k
(50+40)k
 
5
Lineman
5 3 3 8
Block
-ma 20 1 1 0 2 1 13/16 70k
(50+20)k
 
6
Lineman
6 3 3 8
Block
  20 0 0 0 2 1 9/16 70k
(50+20)k
 
7
Lineman
6 3 3 8 m 21 0 1 0 1 0 5/6 50k
(0)k
 
8
Thrower
6 3 3 8
Pass, Sure Hands
Block, Dodge
  19 9 0 0 1 1 16/31 120k
(70+50)k
 
9
Blitzer
7 3 3 7
Block
Guard
-av 20 0 0 0 3 1 11/16 110k
(90+20)k
 
10
Blitzer
7 3 3 7
Block
Guard, Mighty Blow
-av 20 0 2 0 1 3 23/31 130k
(90+40)k
 
11
Blitzer
7 3 3 8
Block
Guard, Mighty Blow, Tackle
  22 0 2 0 5 3 31/51 150k
(90+60)k
 
12
Blitzer
7 3 3 8
Block
Mighty Blow, Juggernaut
  21 0 0 0 10 2 30/31 130k
(90+40)k
 
15
Catcher
8 2 3 7
Catch, Dodge
Block
  8 0 3 0 0 0 9/16 80k
(60+20)k
 
16
Catcher
8 2 3 7
Catch, Dodge
Block
  16 1 4 0 0 0 13/16 80k
(60+20)k
 
13 players (+1 player missing next game)  
Coach: Ninety99 Re-Rolls (100k): 3  
Race: Human Fan Factor: 5  
Current Team Value: 1740k (±680) Assistant Coaches: 3  
Treasury: 610k Cheerleaders: 3  
Team Value: 1790k Apothecary: Yes  

Games Played:22 (2/3/17) |TD Diff:-36 (14 - 50) |Cas Diff:0 (30/7/2 - 23/16/0)
Last Opponent: Pimpalis Mapatxes