Chapter Thirteen: An heir? An opportunity and a commercial.
The match was going badly. Not unusual of course but nonetheless when the Orc picked Norbert of the ground and slammed him back onto the astrogranite it was understandable that his teammates where becoming unenthusiastic. In fact before being dragged into the injury box Norbert saw Griswold walking off the pitch towards some Bloodweiser Babes. Thankfully an orc threw a swing at the lad and he easily countered it and grabbed the greenskins arm. Griswold pulled back on it with a satisfying crunch and the babes began to take notice of him. Showing off he started making poses until the troll Eet Yoo strolled up next to him and slammed its fist into the humans back. moments later the first touchdown of the match had been scored after the orcs walked it in.
Things continued to go wrong as in the second half the Co kicked towards the orcs before they could yell fish a flood of green overcame them and it seemed the match was all but decided. With Norbert out cold Liam Flounder stood up first and called his team across to him. Looking around at the bloodied faces of his comrades. "Lads this aint working. We're trying to bash our way through it aint gonna work."
"Well obviously but what the hell do we do? Without Norbert we cant play a passing game!" Krill was the one to speak up normally quiet the veteran of the sport was frustrated.
"Hey! I can pass guys really just give me another shot please!" Begged Marty. The other members of the team looked at him frowning
"No way you are on probation till the end of the season after that last match." Gris said to the young thrower referring to the scattered pass that had cost the team the match against the necromantic side last week.
"Yoo is bad playa and stoopud. Me ims smartz Gris sayed so." Barnacle looked at his team mate with a bullys smile.
"Yea sure you're smart" Retorted Marty sarcasticly "That's why you've been staring off into space for half the game!" The others quickly began arguing and throwing insults at each other as Liam stood there his eyebrow twitching. as Gris began to sarcastically praise his Dirty Eel on his fouling tendency's Liam had had enough
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP NOW!" His voice was raised yet it wasn't a request and didn't sound as childish as the words may seem. No the others did as he said and quickly quieten down. "Alright, That's better. now listen here I've got a plan." He said and quickly explained it as their time out began to expire. Before the ref made them start the game again he looked at his team mates "Everyone know what to do?" A series of nods and yeses confirmed it for him.
The whistle went everyone rushed into position Gris caught the ball and almost every human rushed forward past the orcs where they could soon Six of the ten remaining Humans on the pitch were in the orcs half. Gris rushed forward and watched as Dirty Eel flew headfirst at a Black Orc tackling it to the ground. He looked up and saw Liam open to pass to as the rest of the humans continued to run around the pitch confusing their green opponents Liam caught the ball and sprinted into the endzone.
With a short amount of time left the orcs still look set to win and the humans though enthusiastic seemed more concerned trying to keep some pride from the game with most of them falling back covering any area the orcs could score from. But one gap was seen by Liam and with some notable grace he dived through it as the Orcs realised what was happening they threw punches in his direction but they couldn't keep Flounder in place. He reached the thrower and pulled his head back. Knowing he had one shot he threw his head forward his forehead connecting with the throwers jaw. The orc stayed standing for a second before dropping the ball and falling over backwards. Liam picked it up but was quickly smacked over the back of the head by one of the Black Orcs. His vison blurred but a loud voice woke stopped him from falling into unconsciousness. It wasn't one of his team mates or any player on the pitch for that matter. He heard the rival teams coach Parrigan yell
"Johnny No! DAMN IT JOHNNY!" Looking up the ball was only a few feet away after Johnny Doom had failed to pass. Liam summoned all his strength and made for it picking it up and taking a right hook to his face for his trouble. Amazingly Flounder kept on his feet and kept moving forward ducking the second blow and looking across the pitch to see Emile on the other side in scoring position. He could make that pass. Raising his arm he went for it but the blows to the head quickly came rushing back to him and his vision left him completely half his body went limp as he dropped the ball and passed to nobody. The Humans lost the game as time ran out shortly afterwards but the rest of the team still congratulated Liam on his attempt and for stepping into the leadership role that was desperately needed.
"Hey Fish good season." Said one fan
"We love you Mr Fish!" cried another many other fans began cheering as Norbert showed of his trophy
"Thank you, Thank you. I couldn't of done it without you truly!" He yelled out to them. Suddenly however the cheering stopped and as he looked around the fans had turned into Zombies. "What the.." Before he could say anymore he heard thunder and saw a crack of Lightning land nearby "No! Not again!" He tried to run but the zombies blocked his path as he looked around franticly for a way out he paniced. Looking up a flash was all he saw as lightning once again surged through his body.
He awoke in the hospital with a jolt sweating and looking around he realised he was merely having a nightmare.
"Ah Mr Fish you are awake." Looking over the room he saw Gris sitting there reading a magazine. "I figured you would be getting up soon. We lost the match by the way."
"Of" Norbert paused and cleared his voice that was still shaky "Of course you did I wasn't there."
"Well I just came by to say the boys and me will be going to open when you get outa here I'm sure you'll find us" Gris smiled and left the room. Norbert sighed and leaned back in his bed. 'Pfft Open' He thought to himself. 'Better off going to the Iron Crown competition.'
Griswold turned to his friend Sal in the bar and said "Hey man what are you getting? Bloodweiser?"
"Yeah probably. Hey you ever get tired of this stuff?"
"Yeah Bloodweiser sure is getting old on the tastebuds." Suddenly the wall collapses and in walks Grumpy from Purple Doom Skull
"Did you gentlemen need some help to decide wot ta drink?"
"Why yea actually we did why?" Sal said looking confused
"Well I've got just the drink after a long day of playing Blood Bowl I like to down a nice glass of Scarling Lager."
"Scarling Lager? Whats that Grumpy?" Asked Sal. Gris just stood there jaw open looking at the two
"Why its a brand new alcoholic beverage that actually heightens the sences. Well the good ones anyway like Hearing and tasting."
"Well that sounds great!"
"You bet it is." Grumpy handed Sal a glass of Scarling who then drank it quickly
"Mmmm Delicous." Grumpy and sal then looked at the cameras and said
"We are Grumpy and Sal and we approve of Scarlig Lager" Before both of them gave a quick thumbs up
"WAIT ARE WE JUST GONNA IGNORE THAT HE KNOCKED DOWN A WALL!?" Yelled Griswold
"He's a blood bowl player dude." Sal said with a shrug
"Well I guess that's true." Gris nodded. "Hey can I have one?"
NOTES: A loss but not for lack of trying. So its back to open then hopefully on to Iron. I'll keep yall updated. Also thanks for reading