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When we were out to sea, on night shifts, the shop would turn into a hardcore battle royal about once a week.
So picture this...a PC repair shop, dead of night. Lots of old busted up computer parts, and when there was nothing to do we would just start hitting moves. Usually stupid brawling to blow off steam, but my buddy coul sell a Stunner like nobody's business. (we made an mpeg and put it on the shiop website) and my Inverted DDT was impeccable. And the flat panels on ld pentiums didn't hurt, but made this great metallic CLANG!
Anyway, one night, one of the radar techs from up one deck comes down, talks a little smack, and we proceed to 3-D him through the styrofoam packing from a jumbo sized ViewMate monitor. So later on that night, say 0300, we get a callf rom the radar techs challenging us to a death match. needless to say, 5 of us run upstairs, open the doors, (they'd been expecting us) and rush in and start cleaning house. I hit a Marine in the head with the pentium panel and he sold it like a champ. But, like a second later, he Division Officer strolls out of his office, and we all pop-to atention and try to come up with an excuse.
And then he just says, "Wha are you waiting for, fuck them up." So the radar techs rush us, taking advantage of the distraction, we get beat like a drum, and somebody ends up pulling out some shave gel and we all leave with CA-03 (their division number) on our backs.
The brawls ended about a month later when one of the boys took a header into a hub and neede 6 stitches.
Really dumb...but you spend 8 weeks at a pop out to sea and see what you come up with to keep your sanity.
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