You apply them with your heart.
Anyways, onto the game taking place here, I have to say I back Imaginary to win this one. In Not Real they have a top class all rounder in the Kapil Dev mould, and in Ap Arrition they have a gun finisher in the lower middle order.
Nonexistant have decent spinners like G Host but I cant see them keeping the home side quiet
Kapil Dev?!?! Bah and humbug.
I mean here we are, hurting, and trying not to pick at the scab by avoiding the elephant in the room, and you're saying our Oxford-educated, eloquently-spoken, rakishly handsome, supremely arrogant, reverse-swinging all-rounder isn't a suitable prototype for Not Real? Our boy takes being an all-rounder so seriously, he is philanderer, philanthropist, preacher and Prime Minister in waiting, all at once.
On second thought, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Dev, when written in Urdu, is written the same as Deo, which is a man-eating giant that frequently appears in fairy tales. So it fits in well with the supernatural theme you've developed for the teams.
The Deo is likely to suddenly show up at a human dwelling, and tap with its giant finger on a randomly selected house. By sunset, that house must provide a child for the Deo to consume. If they don't, the Deo will take all the children.
One story my grandma used to tell me (to lull me to a traumatic sleep) was about two children who are lost. At dusk, they find themselves in a haunted forest. Eventually they see a light, and find a house that they go into. Inside is an old hag, who alternately laughs and cries at seeing them. They ask her what the hell is wrong with her and if she's lost her marbles. She says she laughed because she hasn't seen another human face in years. And she cried because soon the Deo will be back, and will deep fry them in oil and eat them.
Just then, the Deo returns. He traps the poor kids, kindles a fire, and places a cauldron (probably stainless steel) filled with oil (probably canola) on the fire. When it reaches its smoke point (which for canola is 375 to 450 F), he asks the kids to circle it. The idea is, when he deems appropriate, he'll push them in.
The kids are smart though, top of their class, and they pretend not to know how to walk around the cauldron in circles. So the Deo shows them. This is when they seize the moment, and push the Deo into the oil instead. Et viola, deep fried Deo.
They didn't live happily ever after, because who does? The old hag died of a diabetic coma soon after.
There's a bit of doggerel that I've translated for you, which suggests that the Deo trumps even the Jinn:
Those were the days
When we were Jinn
Now we're Deos
Daddies of Jinn
Trust me, it sounds so much better in Urdu. You won't be able to understand it, but for those who can:
Woh bhee kya din they
Jab hum Jinn they
Ab hum Deo hein
Jinnon ke bhee piyo hein