Pit Wars: The Beginning (400 hits)
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Submitted by ShatteredDreams (View user info) at 2004-11-05 20:01:09 EST
I went to high school in a small town in Saskatchewan called Martensville. I'll be damnded if we didn't have some good hockey teams, and some good baseball teams. Just recently, our senior team, the Martensville Thunder, were booted from the league for excessive fighting. Now, that's a different story for a different time, but in Saskatchewan Senior Hockey, there is almost no such thing as fighting too much.
But, in my high school day, not too long ago, there was a place that everyone would get together every Friday through Saturday for some drunken partying. The Pits. They were only used in the summer for partying, because at that time it wasn't -600 degrees outside.
One night, while our rival town in everything from Hockey to School, was partying in the pits, some of us Martensville kids decided we wanted to hang there.
Now, the pits are located almost exactly between Martensville and Warman *spits*, and up until that point, it was deemed Warman territory. A bunch of my "tough guy" friends wanted to take it. I was just a follower, I never worked out that much, wasn't built like a tank. My friends were.
They rounded up a bunch of kids from our town that were old enough to fight, from Grade 9 to 12, and some older low-lifes, and we proceded onto the gravel road to the pits. We walked this one day, because there wasn't enough vehicles to hold us all. It took about fifteen minutes until we reached the clearing in the gravel hills for the path towards the pit. As we approached, one of those greasy Warman *spits* yelled a warning to everyone there. They turned around to face us.
Roughly 80 Warmanites against 60 Martensvillians. This was to be their day, and we realized it. Backing out would be the fuckers way out now. We had to do it. The staredown was on. Maybe 5 minutes had passed, until one short fucker from Warman got impatient and threw a beer bottle directly at me. At least he tried to hit me, it went about 15 feet to my left, but it set shit off.
We charged each other like Barbarians attacking Roman Warriors. Fists were thrown, beer bottles were smashed, and headbutts were handed out. With those bastards from Warman *spits* dealing most of them out. The battle raged for nearly 10 minutes in the mud, water, and ashes from the recently put-out fire.
Then the cops showed up. Everyone ditched. I'm not aware of what happened after that, for that night as I was beggining my run from the cops, the fucker who threw a beer bottle at me apparantly hit my across the back of the head with a full bottle of Vodka. I was out. I woke up later that night sitting in a pile of grass, with nothign but the crickets being heard.
The cops were gone, I was overlooked. I made my way home, and found out later that no one was hurt, and no one was arrested. Another detail I found out, the next strike would be held the next week.
User Reviews
Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2004-11-05 23:50:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Timmy hit the head on the nail.
Submitted by Socialist_Joe (user info) at 2004-11-05 23:25:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Saskatchewan!!
Submitted by arcane (user info) at 2004-11-05 23:17:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
*spits* good post
Submitted by AsshOly (user info) at 2004-11-05 21:35:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It was fun to read.
Whether it made sense or not is a different story...but it was fun.
Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-11-05 21:28:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Enjoyed it but make the next one longer. Elaborate on your stoies a bit more. I'm looking forward to the next bit.
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2004-11-05 20:19:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
like apes