In the small village of Yorkshire, in the eastern part of Reikland, the old bloodbowl pitch of the Yorkshire Giants sits abandoned. The man who brought the team there, promising the locals untold riches and glory, fled into the night after the bankruptcy of his team, and ever since the pitch was unused, left to slowly splinter and rot.

Until today. Gathering what little money they had left, the townspeople had the pitch fixed up, the bleachers reinforced, and a team of their most foolhardy residents assembled to face on all challengers. Without the guidance of any professionals though, history may very well repeat itself.