Drafted in to provide some experience to an unskilled Orc squad, he has been a rock in midfield. Doesnt move much and just as bright.
Unfortunately, the evil shadow of experience, age, has meant that he is nearing the twilight days of his career and he is no longer as nimble as he used to be (aged on first skill -AG). But he still delights in causing pain.

I'm afraid someones gotta break the news to him. His stench is becoming so strong its affecting the players around him. No one can put up with his unique body odour, its effect is overpowering to all non team members standing close by.
So, who's going to give the old git the good news?

Finally it happened. After his ninth casualty this season, the powers that be have seen fit to award the aged veteran Stinky his first MVP. Not so popular with this forward thinking (stinking?) orc team (they can string a complex sentence together of two syllables!), his no nonsense grind-em down style has captured the fans hearts, and spleens.

This orc is positively blooming, and its no surprise with the steadying hand that veteran Stinky provides. Pongy is beginning to outshine his mentor. So watch this space, such a strong duo is bound to rack up some casualties.
Taking hero worship a step further, Pongy in an after-match statement (more like a growl) said, "Stinky no get out of way, not see 'im get pushed around. So me say if it good enuf for Stinky then Pongy do same! No-one pushes Pongy around... WAAAARGH ORCS!! Er did that sound ok? Did you get all of that..is this mike still on?"

Famed for his party trick whcih involes a naked flame and naked butt, Methane Mike claims it gives him that needed burst of speed when dashing to the end zone.
Well, it finally caught up with him. He lied about his age when joining. He was HOW OLD?!? Well I hope the ref allows that zimmer-frame on the pitch, coz he's going to need it on those slow old pins of his. Should make a great weapon though, with a few minor spiky adjustments....

Having had to dodge the blows of his superiors (thats everyone really. Well except goblins, but they dont count) for all his life, Vile has developed a certain suppleness. However some of the other orcs have noticed this elfy style and grace and now his life is in danger from his own team mates as well as his opponents. He'd better be able to twist and turn pretty darned well.

Don't be behind him at the line. Just the slightest strain causes all sorts of nasty eruptions from his bowels.

Me smells bad! Me like my smells, it make people sick.

No-one hurls quite like this guy. His farthest was said to be 20 feet after some particularly ripe Dribblesnot fungus skewers.
Well at least he's learning a bit of aim when he chunders now. All that practice means he's less likely to spray everyone...which is nice.

Renowned for his under-arm tactics, when this guy lifts his arm for the pass expect his markers to cry foul, or just cry.
Developing his skills still further, Bad B.O. has mastered the art of bringing his opponents to the floor after a whiff of the underarm.

This guy has worn the same pair of Nikes ever since launching his career with We Pong, and they certainly do. "No-one make me take off da lucky boots!"