Assassination Day - Butt Kicking Gone Wrong
When I was younger I had a whole bunch of friends. We used to hang out, pull pranks on each other, protect each other, and party. This story is about how sometimes friends become strangers and maybe even enemies.
I think I was 16 years old when this interesting scene took place. A while ago some old friends of mine turned on me, and they began bragging all around school that they’re going to kick my butt at an upcoming party.
In high school where I live, parties get thrown all the time, and if it’s a good party then you could definitely expect lots of people drinking and getting rowdy.
It was Saturday morning when my friend Brian called me and told me that some ex-friends who once pulled a prank on me that backfired were seeking revenge at Victor’s party later on tonight. The prank they pulled on me is a story by itself, but let’s just say that I got the upper hand in the aftermath.
So, just like any other Saturday I thought to myself with the exception that there’s going to be a group of people who want to beat me up, because I showed them up a few weeks before. Of course the news made me anxious and I knew that I had to show up at the party no matter what, because I didn’t want to look like a coward in front of all my high school friends and acquaintances.
I called Brian and went over his house to prepare for this fight party.
At Brian’s house I lifted weights to pump up my arm strength, so that when I do have to throw punches, I could let the traders know that I mean business. I was so pissed that these punks betrayed me in the first place and now they think they could show me a lesson and humiliate me.
These so called friends of mine were a group of hooligans that one day decided to really test me. Hanging out with them was like hanging out with a live grenade without the pin and a drunken guy doing the holding. It seemed like every time we hung around each other we’d be fighting each other semi-playfully, but how playful are real punches and kicks to begin with? You probably saw movies of guys like this and probably thought to yourself “Man I’m glad I don’t hang out with people like that”.
I pumped iron and listened to music that encouraged the feeling of rage within me to get me in the fighting mode. It’s not like I’m a boxer or anything but I knew that if I don’t prepare for these punks, I’d be sorry.
I was listening to this song by Ghostface Killah called Assassination day. The lyrics in that song really amped me up to have my night of payback. I called one of these punks and had the CD paused, so that when Joe picks up he would hear the following lyrics “Invite the fight, we all die tonight”. Joe didn’t pick up but I left a small clip of that song on his answering machine.
By this time, I already had adrenaline pumping through my veins because the thought of having Joe pickup the phone brought me to a new level of vigilance.
Brian said that he wanted to bring his pellet gun to the fight, just in case these morons try pulling something really shady. I had no objections because I knew these punks would definitely be pulling some shady business; after all, it’s not like I’m fighting gentlemen here.
Brian also handed me a ski mask that just covered my nose and lower mouth. I was ready, we walked down to the party which was only a few blocks always from Brian’s’.
At the party I met up with a close friend of mine who said that he had my back, his name was Andy. Andy was a small skinny guy, who I’d think would be really afraid to get into this business but Andy brought a Lousiville Slugger to do his talking.
So I drank some beer from the keg and kept my eyes open, observing every car load of people that were pulling up to the house. Once it got dark the moment of truth dawned on me and the rest of the party. Everyone knew what was going down and everyone knew me even if I didn’t know them, so all eyes were on me.
We’re all looking at the white car as four people get out of the car; 3 guys and one girl. Two of the guys I knew, one was Joe and the other was Rick. The third guy was kind of big, but I didn’t recall ever seeing him before.
They popped the trunk and they began taking boxes of glass beer bottles out of it and placing them on the ground as they laughed manically and made a scene.
People in the crowd screamed “ Get outta here, no one wants you here”, while others shouted that they’re getting ready to throw beer bottles.
The news of the bottles enraged me because of course these punks didn’t come to play fair. I took the half ski mask out of my back pocket and asked Brian for the pellet gun which I slid behind my back.
I began walking towards them and began screaming myself ”What are you punks going to do huh?, you came to kick my ass?, c’mon get over here Joe I want to talk to you.” Joe began walking over and he probably knew it was me because of my stature and unique voice despite my make shift disguise.
I ran towards Joe and he suddenly stopped his gait, then Rick and his new buddy surround Joe with a fake snicker on his face as if he wasn’t scared. I pulled out the pellet gun and I yelled “Now what punk, whatcha you gonna do with those bottles now you little B^^^^hes.” Of course I surprised them and they began to run.
I ran after Joe since he was the closest and I tagged him in the back really hard with the butt of the pistol. Joe looked absolutely terrified and actually ran home which was about a half mile away from the scene.
By this time, the whole party was watching the scene; at least over a hundred people saw this happen.
My friends brother (Jake) approached the new guy who was trying to get in his car, and asked him what they were planning to do to me. The kid hardly talked and since everyone scattered away that wanted to beat me up that day, I ran towards this new kid myself.
Jake b^^ch slapped the guy in the mouth, right before I was in front of his face too. By this time the ski mask was still on, but the pellet gun was holstered in my belt. I confronted this punk and before long, I threw two massive Rocky Balboa punches to his eye. I actually saw spit or drool fly out of his mouth, as my fist swung his head towards his right.
The party thrower Victor, tackled me to the ground because it was his house and he was probably afraid that I was going to stomp on this guy. Victor calmed me down and during the same time Rick and that girl got back in the car.
They slammed the doors and Rick yelled out some stupid remark. I ran towards the car and so did my friend Andy. Out of nowhere Andy takes the bat and breaks the passenger window of their car. The driver who was now sporting a swollen bloodshot eye, freaked and ran over all the cases of glass bottles that they were going to use to throw at me.
What a scene, these morons actually ran over their war ammunition. I was still amped up and ran after their car. They were screaming profanity, as they began to speed away on tires which were going flat. I took out the pellet gun and fired a whole bunch of pellets at their rear window. I’m not sure if it did anything, but it sure felt good to do it.
The party was over on that note. The cops were coming and I had to get away from the scene as soon as possible. A friend of mine got his car quickly, and took me to my girl friend’s house for an impromptu sleep over.
The next day my mom called my cell phone, because the cops called my house. I told her I’d call the cop back, but I never did and I never heard from him again. I’m guessing the cop was happy that these punks finally got some payback dished back to them, and he decided not to even bother with me.
That was a crazy experience for me in so many ways, it also made me look like a freak to a whole bunch of people but hey, these people have no idea of what these losers did to me to deserve my vengeance.
Looking back on the day I don’t regret it; in fact, it should be a lesson to people who are in the wrong crowd and causing problems for other people. Sometimes you mess with the wrong guy and depending on his circumstances, he’ll react in whatever way he seems fit. After all, just because you know someone from hanging out a couple of times, it doesn’t mean that you know how they think.
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I just turned thirty recently and I've been carrying these stories in my mind for years.
Most of the people in my life don't know these things about me, but I do find it freeing to finally get it out there into the public.
I hope to see your stories here on SP.
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