Once there was a band of ninjas who traveled the lands battling any who dared challenge them. They bested many foes, and began to make a name for themselves (it wasn't a very good one). Undefeated and full of confidence, the T.S. Ninjas, were completely unprepared for the battle that lay ahead. Enter the 'MAGNIFICENT WHEELS OF DESTINY' . The Mag Wheels, also undefeated, were not ones to idlely assume that all victories would be handed to them. They trained, sparred amongest themselves, imbibed copius amounts of vitamin-barley-hop-energy drinks, shook their fists at the uncooperative skies, and entrenched themselves firmly on the side of righteousness. Every member of the Mags were accustomed to daily hardships, but a handful of their elite warriors elevated the battle to such a height, that early on the Ninjas began to experience an ominous feeling unknow to them...FEAR. After a fortnight of bloodshed (and a lot of ninja pajama repairs), the victory was clear. The Magnificent Wheels of Destiny would remain undefeated, and the Totally Whooped Ninjas were, by the compassion of their victors, left alive to battle other teams that the Mags had already vanquished...or would soon.

THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE....
...TEAM THAT GETS THAT KEG! VIVA LA MAGS!!!