The End is only the Beginning.....

Coach Craig stepped quietly onto the deserted pitch and took in his surroundings. The Astrogranite was cool under his feet and he relished the feeling. It had been a long, hot summer, the kind that drove men to madness. It had been wonderous. But summer had passed into autumn and the season of Blood was upon them once more. Coach Craig thought back to the last time he had stepped into the stadium, the chaos he had created, the power he had wielded.....

 Sure his C.F.L. had taken third place behind the Stonghold Strongarm and Coach Coffin's undead but both of those coaches had to sleep uneasily with the knowledge that it was only because Craig had decided it should be so. They both knew in the cold pits of their stomachs that they had been defeated.  Coach coffin had even gone so far as to flee the region to seek greener pastures and lesser prey. But the Stronghold, they were dwarves and would hold a grudge. They would want to see their secret shame avenged. They would be back. Chaos would ensue.

Coach Craig smiled. This would be a fun season indeed.

Crusader Cup Season 1 Finals!!!! + A Calculated Return....

It was a bright beautiful day for the NCC finals to kick off and saw the Strongarm battling the shambling corpses of Coach Coffin battling for Gold and Silver while Coach McCourt's Reikland Reavers challenged the Kroxigoons for Bronze. The announcers and fans alike were going wild:


"With the end of the first half in the gold/silver game we find the Stronghold Strongarm and the forces of Coach Coffin locked in a dead 2 all tie. Looking back it seemed inevitable that it would come down to these two once more especially since Coach Craig and the C.F.L. disappeared from the presumed sealed tournament ground."



The crowd erupted in Cheers and accolades as fan favorite and series underdog the Reikland Reavers took to the field.  The chant of HABS! HABS! HABS! HABS! filled the air

"It is rumoured that this new fan chant is in reference to the Reavers recent HABit of knocking off top ranked teams and making a mockery of the standing system. Here is a team ranked 6th in the regular season ready to do battle and likely crush the first place divisional team of the Kroxigoons!!!!!Their brilliant success has even landed them the services of a special draft star player for this last game - well known play leveller, chainsaw juggler and fan favorite Wilhelm Chaney has taken the field with them."

But then in that moment there was something else in the air... a strange smell like ozone and brimstone.....and a deep reddish fog began to form amidst the ranks of blue clad reavers fans.  The fog coaleced into a small hoard of bizarre shaped beings that could only be the thought vanished Craig's Fantasmagorical Legion!  Coach Craig marched his unnatural legion down through the stunned fans until he stood before the Kroxigoons team and reached deep into his robes producing a small golden tablet which he held out.  Taco, aged patriarch of the Kroxigoons reached out to take the tablet his venerable hands shaking with anticipation.

Taco examined the tablet with reverence and then in a deeply accented tounge pronounced:

"Coach Craig, you have indeed held up your part of our bargain! In exchange for this Ancient relic of my people I hand over all rights and ownership of the Kroxigoons franchise to you for a period of two lunar cycles."

Coach Craig began to laugh maniacally.
 "As always it was to be in the eye of the great master of fate! I now declare all current Kroxigoon team contracts null and void - You are all fired! In their place I present my roster of daemonic servants and hereby rename the franchise The C.F.L.!!!!  Now Coach McCourt - prepare your puny vassals for the final battle!"

With that the crowd erupted in a violent  bench clearing riot, which would later be traced to a sect of CFL cultists... er fans(?), and the final game began in earnest for both teams. One would prove themselves worthy of immortalisation on the Crusader cup whereas the other would be damned for all eternity!