Winnings: 90,000   Treasury Spent on Inducements: 0
Player (1) CA:1
Player (6) TD:2 SPP:16 Skill Rolls:1
Player (8) CP:1 CA:1 SPP:33 Skill Rolls:1
Player (9) MVP:1 SPP:34 Skill Rolls:1
* Player (9) recieved injury: Badly Hurt
* Player (6) took skill(s):  Strip Ball
* Player (8) took skill(s):  Mighty Blow
* Player (9) took skill(s):  Mighty Blow
Spiraling Expenses: 30,000     Team Value for Spiraling Expenses: 2,090,000
Fan Factor stayed the same at 8
Treasury contains: 200,000
New Team Value: 2,090,000     Final Treasury: 200,000

As the armored bus pulled into the stadium grounds coach Thistle could hear the chant "mean machine mean machine...." rising to a deafening level.  The Machine fans had shown up but had their beloved team.  The game started with the Machine recieving.  It became readily apparent that the Machine players posessed speed and agility that the Fever hadn’t seen since before they were afflicted.  Hard nosed smash mouth football was going to have to be the Fever’s answer.  The first drive began with the Machine giving the Fever the runaround.  In the inital confusion Machine’s star thrower Paul Crewe found himself out of position and paid for it as the Fever showed him the quickest way to the bench.  With this key element out the Machine’s backup QB Nate Scarborough heaved a pass that could only be matched in distance by Hall of Famer Rhett Carve of the Reikland Reavers.  Unprepared for such a spectacular pass the Machines awaiting catcher could not haul it in.  The ball left the pitch only to be returned by an overzealous fan who in his excitement heaved the ball back onto the picth to the awaiting Fever.  This led to an eventual score by the Fever to put them up 1-0.  The Machine fans were not pleased by this and took to the pitch, but not even this could stop the Fever from mounting another scoring drive in the second half putting the game out of reach.  It just goes to show being Mean in this league won’t cut it.  You have to be plain Rotten.

Winnings: 30,000   Treasury Spent on Inducements: 0
* Player Mr. Cruz(4) recieved injury: Badly Hurt
* Player Cheeseburger(9) recieved injury: Badly Hurt
Player Torres(10) CA:1
* Player Rassmeusen - LIVES!(13) recieved injury: -1 AG Injury
Player Big Tony(16) MVP:1
Spiraling Expenses: 0     Team Value for Spiraling Expenses: 1,740,000
Fan Factor went down to 8
* Player Rassmeusen - LIVES!(13) retired to staff.
* Hired (3) in position Catcher for 70,000
Treasury contains: 80,000
New Team Value: 1,810,000     Final Treasury: 80,000

Coming back from vacation, the Head Coach of the Mean Machine sat down to look at the schedule of the freshman league practice tournament.  Another damned elf team in the finals!  Well, Nuffle’s not going to put a decree down eliminating teams where every member can handle the ball at will, so he would just have to get over it and get down to the business at hand.



Playing last year’s invitational champion?  Scratching his head, the coach started asking himself why this sophmore team was in a rookie tournament, and why did Nuffle stick the badly broken Mean Machine to square off against them?  Well, they say Nuffle moves in mysterious ways.  Maybe this was an example.



To offset the mismatch, the Head Coach decided to put a wizard on the payroll, and he made sure that Turley didn’t know about it this time.  Then looking down his broken roster, and then over at his worn out apothecary, the Head Coach decided to hire another bone doctor for the match.



As they walked out onto the pitch, the players of the Mean Machine looked downfield and could only see a brown cloud with flies buzzing around and the smell of rotting flesh.  Setting up into receiving positions for the kick off, team captian Samson yelled out to his teammates, "Try and stay away from what ever is making that cloud fellas, its bound to rub off..."



The Mean Machine heeded the words of their team captian, and blocked and dodged their way downfield to minimize contact with the infested chaos worhsipping sophmore team.  As the drive was moving downfield, one of the Nurgle followers found Paul Crew in the cloud of crap and hit him hard, promptly knocking him out.



With Crew on the bench with smelling salts, veteran QB Nate Scarborough grabbed the ball and anxiously let rip a Hail Mary Pass downfield to Mr. Cruz.  With a wide open corridor for the inevitable bounce, the fans of the Mean Machine stood to their feet and started cheering.  Unfortunately for the Mean Machine, the fans got a little carried away with manuever, and as the ball scattered into the stands, one of the fans wanted to show off his arm and tossed the ball straight into the open corridor set up by the blitzers, but with the adrenelin pumping muscled it halfway down the pitch landing by the Nurgle scrum at center field.  The Mean Machine fans went silent as they watched in horror as their team struggle the rest of the drive to get the ball back and stop Dengue Fever from scoring.  As the Fever finally drove the ball into the endzone, the crowd camra panned over to the section where the fan who threw the ball in sat, and captured the entire section going in crazed hysteria, throwing punches and eventually crowd surfing the wanna-be fan-QB up and over the top of the stands, plummeting to his death by the rat on a stick stand down below.



As the teams were setting back up for the half, the section continued their madness, and stormed the pitch!  The entire second half the Mean Machine was on hard core defence, trying like madmen to pull the ball away from the Fever and tie up the match.  As the Mean Machine followed the drive downfield, it was apperant the Machine was not set up to hit quite as hard as the sophmore team simply by looking at the half dozen memebers of the Machine sitting on the sidelines with smelling salts and ice bags on their heads.



When the brown cloud of poop smell finally walked off the field, the score on the board read Dnggue Fever - 2 / Mean Machine - 0.  The team trotted off the field with their heads hung low in silence, having thier dreams of a freshman year trophy dashed by a bruting sophmore team.  As they settled into the clubhouse, they saw their team captain walk out of the Head Coach’s office with a mishceivious grin on his pitch soiled face.



"What gives cap’n?!?  We just lost to a bunch of thugs, and our season is over!  What’s with the sh!t eatin’ grin?"



The team captain looked across the room full of BloodBowl-turned-convicts and took off his helmet.  "Chin up ladies.  The Offensive Coach just hired a new member to his staff who comes to us from a whole new prison system down south.  Unlike us northerners who are more meat and muscle, these brothers have speed and hands to take our offence to a whole new level. Next season is looking up for us and to top it off, no one died tonight!!!"



The locker room looked around at each other, seeing the excitement of their team captain starting to inspire them too.  When Turley started jumping up and down yelling at the top of his lungs "Turley not know he had brothers!!!" The whole room burst into laughter and excitement and anyone walking into the room could feel the electricity of optimism arcing amongst the inmates.  Season 2, the Mean Machine is coming for you!