The group finds out what happened

They made their way further into campus. That god awful smell of some type of soy sauce strengthened.

“What the fuck is that?” Matt said, holding his breath from the smell.

It wasn’t the normal trashed look the campus got from a normal party night. That was more of empty cans and bottles being spread out everywhere and maybe a few things being broken. This looked like a clear sabotage.

Travis noticed a couple of his mates from the football team standing nearby. Walking up to them, he asked what had happened.

“You’ll never believe it bro. Fucking Westmere kids, everywhere, wrecked the joint, the whole south side of campus,” one of them explained to him.

He was talking about their rival college, Westmere. Their football team, the Westmere Bulldogs were one of the most vial group of boys in the state. The two colleges had a strong rival with both pushing the boundaries at times.

“Well what are we going to do,” asked Matt, still bothered by the smell.

The tall friend of Trav’s replied, “We’ll do the same thing back to them tomorrow night, but we’ll make it worse.”

The four girls rolled their eyes hearing that a plan of **** was already underway. They knew it would only make things worse.

Heading to bed that night, Mark was relieved that East Hall hadn’t been touched this time, unlike many other residential areas on campus.

The next morning, they heard more about how it all happened. Apparently there was a solid 50 to 60 of them that crashed the opposing territory.

While going through his socials at lunch with Matt and Daniel, he overheard Paul, the male RA of East Hall, chatting to a couple of people at the table next to theirs. It was clear it had something to do about this **** plan that was floating around campus ever since the Westmere guys left last night.

Paul patted one of the guys on the shoulder before moving along to their table. Standing above them, he gave them a wink and started asking them if they were in, assuming they already knew.

“You dudes in tonight? Plan Take down the Bulldog?” he said.

“We’ll be in, no matter what,” said Matt, speaking on behalf of all three of them, “But what’s the plan bulldog thing.”

Paul then explained briefly about how they were going to storm their college football ground, Westmere Stadium ~ Home of the Bulldogs. There had been a plan hatched to storm the stadium and rip down the big bulldog head that was positioned underneath the scoreboard, above the grandstand.

“You really think you’re going to be able to get it down?” Mark asked.

“Sure Mike, couldn’t be easier.”

“It’s Mark,” he corrected him again, Paul was terrible with that.

“Oh yeh sorry dude, anyways, we’re gonna split up into groups when we’re there, some will storm the ground, some are gonna trash other areas and some are doing a panty raid,” he explained.

After Paul left, the three chatted about the plan, “Are we really going to do this?” asked Daniel.

“What are you worried about getting in trouble?” Matt asked, not impressed with his attempt to back out.

“Yeah I’m not really worried about that, I’m more worried about some Westmere idiot taking me down and beating me up.”

It was a good point he raised, that was a massive risk that they would be taking if they went to Westmere tonight.

Matt made sure they weren’t going to back out though, “Just be part of the panty raid group then if you’re afraid of the guys, you’ll run through there with issue at all, not like the girls are going to stand there ground.”

Hearing that and knowing Matt wasn’t going to let them bail, Mark and Daniel agreed to go.

High chance of being beaten up, all for a bit of school pride. Mark didn’t like how this was going.