She was nervous. Pacing back and forth in the changing rooms, weaving in and out of the coffins and pens, feet shuffling through the straw and less than savoury things on the floor.
The first game of the season was about to kick off. Suddenly the whole situation, that had seemed more of a bit of fun, was right in front of her.
“Well its not like I care if I win or lose” she muttered through false laughter.
That wasn’t true though. Of course she wanted to win. She did not want to miss out playing against the famous Teams!
But now, it was right in front of her. The game – actual league standings. No one was going to go easy on her and her team. This was where the blood started flowing, or Icor in her teams case, and no one would be pulling their blows like they did in the friendly. These injuries would count!
Well she couldn’t back out now, not with the roar of the crowd in the background. She could almost count the coins from her share of the gate! Her only consolation was that she had played the Ogrish Allstars before, and won. That was a friendly.
So with a couple of muttered incantations she started to unpack her team.
The first half had been a true edge of the seat watching! She’d tried a new Defensive Tactic in the first half of keeping her Werewolves back a bit more and it had almost ended in disaster. That will teach her for reading a book that was older than she was! In fact it had been so disastrous that Christopher Lee had been smashed to pieces by the half way mark! Fortunately the simmering rage that kept his Wight body together was stronger and although he was useless for the rest of the game, he was going to be ok. Just a bit angrier for the next few months.
It was a ridiculously risky manoeuvre from one of her Ghouls that stopped the Ogres Drive, she made a mental note to give Vincent Price and extra potion of rotting flesh as a reward.
Worst thing though was that her team managed to do very little damage to the Snotlings on the other team. That had been her “plan” and she had utterly failed.
By the time the half time whistle blew, she had a Werewolf, a Wight, a Flesh Golem and a Zombie off the field. Even the Bloodweiser babe couldn’t do anything to get the Werewolf back in, though the wise woman was sure that the Werewolf was enjoying the fussing too much to want to return. On his back with his back leg scratching an imaginary itch, Bela Lugosi was NOT A GOOD BOY!
The second half started with a riot, and even with the majority of Fans following the Ogrish Allstars, the Snotlings took the brunt of the damage, strewn across the floor at the back. But disaster was even handed, and had the entire left flank of the Gnashers side was concussed by the time that the rioting fans had been forcibly removed. The game started slowly and within minutes the Ogres had spread themselves across the field and blocked the drive. So, risking it for a Dog Biscuit, Lon decided to throw the ball up the field to the waiting hands of a Peter, which surprising everyone, especially the Wise Woman, worked perfectly. She began to wonder if she should start playing a more agile based game.
Then, unceremoniously, she was dragged back to the game as almost immediately the Ghoul was flanked by 2 Ogres. Deftly Peter just managed to dodge his way back to hand back off to Lon, who grabbed the ball, turned around and immediately fell on his face.
Then disaster struck twice. An Ogre, who she wished she had got the number of turned around and punched Boris Karloff right in the face. It typical stoic fashion the Flesh Golem stood still as the fist smashed in and the only thing to move was his head. Unfortunately, his head moved quite a bit, tearing off his shoulders, and hanging down his back. Boris tumbled to the floor to be stretchered off the field and laid in the Gnashers casualty box. The wise woman scurried over, already suspecting the worst. Nothing could live through that – a decapitation by brunt force trauma. As she got to his side, her tears turned to joy, as she saw that he had not only managed to put his own head back in position, but had also stood up, while motioning for a needle and thread! Morr praise their resilience, he was Monster of the Match for sure!
However, the rest of the team was still taking a pummelling, and a full 50% of the team was carted off to the KO stand again. Any team at half strength would struggle against the worst of teams, and this Ogre team was as far as you could get from worst, and the Gnashers were hardly the best! So after her joy at the Flesh Golems Survival had worn off, and she took in the rest of the field, the Wise woman sat down and buried her head in her hands.
Then, with a remarkable sense of that Bretonian “Déjà vu”, just for a second, she thought that Vincent was going to do another last second save, sacrificing himself to stop the ball. But alas, those little Snots were too agile with seconds to spare on full time, they managed to get the ball into the endzone, and score.
It could have gone a lot worse she thought. A LOT worse!
She meant to ask Boris though, did he ever get the number of that Ogre that knocked his head off?
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