The hardest and unsociable in the teams, the destructive of rivals, the merciless one annihilating of pitchers, the insatiable executioner of the contrary one, to BE ABLE TO is the word that better it defines the masters of the chaos in the game land, not to FORGIVE is the maxim of the five Wifflers of the Apocalypse. FIRE, that same!!, fire rakes remove the ultrapowerful swings and for where they pass their rolligns the grass it doesn't grow again. To the ENEMY NEITHER WATER is the motto, the angular stone that moves its players toward the inappealable final victory.

The team formed by the wifflebrothers Adolfo, Fernando and Andrés Pons, it is supported by Badnews Mártir (nicknamed this way for that each shift to his bat is a bad news for the contrary one) and for Carlos Lorenzo (the arm of God) nobody shakes harder to the ball, NOBODY!!! (that know it).

The team is formed in October of 1998, with the intention of participating in the first tournament open of wiffleball in Spain, the one that will call you TROFEO SCOTT ERMETI, organized by the HOMER'S. Alone it is to wait the answer to the letter sent The Wiffle Ball Inc. for the import of bats and balls, what we wait that he takes place by the middle of the month of November.