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The PureHatred story reminds me of something.
I was in last year of high school when me and my friends were taking wrestling classes. After a while, we could hit each others with objects realistically and withstand it. We were getting pretty good.
Anyway, during a street hockey game in physical ed class, myself, aka Bob Tremblay the Announcer and Frank, aka Karnage, were fighting over the puck. We drop the gloves for fun, and the teacher asks us to break it up, stop goofing around and play seriously. This gave us an idea to freak out the teacher.
The following week, in the same class, we're still playing street hockey. We fight over the puck again, the teacher asks to break it up again. We drop the gloves, I give Frank some good punches that made the class thinking we were really fighting. Frank takes a frustrated look, grabs a hockey stick and chases me around the gym. When he finally catches me, he gives me a HARD hockey stick shot across the head. I collapse to the floor and he stands over me trash talking and still kicking at me.
The teacher was about to call in the security guard, so I got up and pleaded with him. He said it was a good one, but that he was genuinely scared. He said we'd be thrown out of the course if we ever did that again.
Of course, it didn't stop us from doing it again in May with a baseball bat, but it looked more staged because he couldn't swing at full force, and the teacher knew we were still playing him, so no problems there.
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