The school was in peril. This game had gotten far too out of hand. The raucous crowds hooted and hollered, fanning the flames. The was about to be a fire fight.

Jimbo, the tall, hulking menace ripped off his jersey and beat at his bare chest. "This is not over! I say when it's over!" The clock had long since sat at 0:00 in regulation and the away team had lost. "It was a bad call!" Jimbo and his marauding Barbarians wouldn't accept defeat. Maybe it was a bad call, and maybe it had ended their long-expected championship run prematurely. They had to be anointed, so they had pulled the rings and the trophy from the ceremonial stand and adorned themselves. And they even took Porky, the school's beloved animal mascot. The Barbarians weren't going down without a fight.

The home team won and they had celebrated. But now they were tired, exhausted and beat down by the Barbarians. Sure there may have been some controvery and yea, maybe the ref did make a bad call, but they had won fare and square and they were justified. They weren't coming off the field, and they wanted their trophy and rings.

It was all looking like things were about to get very, very out of hand.

And that's when Spence knew what to do. Out from under the bleachers, there he was, all dressed up in black, with his laced up platform boots and his open trenchcoat, exposing his pale, skinny collar bone. He hated this damn school, but if anyone was going to burn it down, it would be him and his ragtag group. So he slicked back his long black hair and with that thin veil of cool confidence he called back to his mates, "get the bag and come with me."

Out from the depths of the bleachers, a third gang descended onto the field like a lumbering dark cloud. They walked up to the two teams staring each other down midfield. Spence walked up to Jimbo, reached deep into the black bag, then extended his hands out like some kind of red eyed gothic Jesus. Jimbo looked one with his marauding barbarians.

"What's this!?" Jimbo snorted.
"A peace offering." replied Spence.
"Through the darkness you shall find immense pleasure. Leave behind the petty physical trinkets and discover what you truly seek."

It was then that Jimbo dropped the trophy and dropped the rings and lowed to his knees. The slackjawed team of marauders followed.

Jimbo lowered his face and snorted again.
Spence had held the line.