The match was far too intense. Not only were both teams fighting their hearts out, it was a disaster for the Bitey Squigs. Normally, they could bite anyone who grabbed them into a bloody mess, but in front of the Nobs, they were like old rags, torn apart with a single tug.
The match had reached a stalemate. Both the Waaagh Upheaval Team and the Gork Grin Team displayed tremendous enthusiasm for combat and a profound understanding of the game: as long as there was no ball, they couldn't lose.
Even after an hour of fighting this hard, not a single Nob had gone down, despite the wounds covering their bodies and the blood coating their heads. Both teams were giving everything they had to answer the spectators in the stands.
Ghazgitz had never seen such a fierce fight either. If the match kept going like this, the excited spectators in the stands would all start fighting too.
He pointed at the enormous chest behind him and roared, "The Super Bowl champions will win all the Teef in this chest and all the Teef knocked out on the field! That much wealth is enough to buy a Gargant-class spaceship! To join that big, big Waaagh! Boss Slick talked about!"
The chest behind him was enormous, filled with the admission fees paid by every spectator. Two Teef per person, young or old, no exceptions.
Just then, a Nob from the Waaagh Upheaval Team was finally knocked down for good. He struggled several times but couldn't get back up. In terms of average strength, the Waaagh Upheaval Team still couldn't match the defending champions, the Gork Grin Team.
"To make the match more entertaining, the organizers will release ten Bitey Squigs at once! Whichever Squig you grab, taking it into the opposing