Gorbag wandered around the Grunts training camp, recently in such high spirits after the crushing of the USA Ballstars in which he had played his part for his new team. Recently he’d been lauded in the MML as the first pro to reach a so called legendary status in the league due to the number of games he’d played in the pros and some sort of statistics based points system.

He’d been looking forward to it for so long… yet when it came, it felt a little hollow. He celebrated with his team mates, with his new buddy Iggy Max and with Slim and the rest. Yet he’d focussed on it for so long, what was he to do next? Would he just fade away like those that he had always respected but never told… the fabled Warpig? His erstwhile banter buddy from across the Titans/Grunts divide, Leeroy Jenkins? Hell… even poor old Big Mo.

That stopped him in his tracks. The ignominy under which he had left still hurt him. He hadn’t had anything to do with it, it had been a stitch up job. Someone had framed him, and only Robshank knew the truth. What had he been doing though?!?! The last thing he’d said to him was, “Robshank know, clear Diva name… go!” before he’d gone down poleaxed to give Gorbag the opportunity to get out of dodge.

He’d been treated really well since arriving here, and Preach had taken the former Titan in and been complimentary about his play, now that he had started to adapt to the Grunts play style. No longer the prime diva that Coach Thunden had tolerated he had to be more of a team player here.

However he did think about his old team mates, had Robshank been able to convince them? Had that second rate detective Tom Kettering managed to find out anything to clear his name? Sadly, he’d agreed with Coach Preach that communication with the outside world would do nothing but aggravate the situation. He had however been allowed to send his long term rival, Han Tavirus, a little gift as a celebration of him also reaching the legendary status they had battled for, for years. He hoped old Han would see the funny side of his joke-mirth as the hobbling rat unwrapped his present.

As he got to the gates of the Grunts compound he thought he saw movement… sure enough he spied a goblin lurking around the perimeter. The Grunts security wasn’t exceptionally tight as the team were well known enough to take care of themselves. The goblin approached the fence… it was Stinky Charlie!!! The old goblin who used to play for the Titans. He’d seen better days and stank of Glemorcrange. It was good to see his smashed up face again though. Before Gorbag could say anything however, Charlie hushed him.

“G-boy! Keep it quiet kid. I’m here with a message from Robbo. They’ve found out who set you up. That funny talking detective is going to go public with it in the next 24hrs. He wanted me to tell you, it’s not safe to come back. The rest of the boys know the Scooby and don’t blame you. They’re watching your games on Cabalvision and they real proud of you Diva! Louise misses you terribly but she seems to have found another object for her affection. Now what was the last thing he said… oh yeah. “F’orc average!!!! The lads ain’t coming back soon, so they need you to keep on doing what you’re doing here whilst they work on trying to clear your name.”

Before Gorbag could even grunt, Charlie was gone, if only the old bastard had been that quick on the pitch they might have won a playoff game!!

Gorbag, turned about… he strode to the team clubhouse with renewed vigour… they knew. They knew he hadn’t betrayed them. That’s all that mattered to him, now he could go out, go out and play like he always did… for the Grunts… and for his boys who were out there trying to clear his name. Waaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!