'Punx' vs 'Geeks'

[Rich]

http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_i...-45-Gets-Pwned

Everyones probably already seen this by now. Pretty funny though.

If you don't know what it is Hot Topic is a chain of shops in the USA that sells clothes for emo/hardcore/pop punk/blah blah teenagers. They own the 'Storm Stores' shops that are appearing in UK cities aswell.

[tartanriot]

dunno if anyone else knows about this...


"At 6 a.m. on December 13, Amarillo police pulled up to the home of a 17-year-old high school kid named Dustin Camp and arrested him in connection with the death of another teen, 19-year-old Brian Deneke.

An officer's affidavit shows that police gathered as evidence , "10 swabbings of possible blood,"

From the statements of witnesses in hospital emergency rooms and the homes of worried parents, police investigators would piece together an account of a colossal street fight: the jocks against the punks, or, in the derogatory tags the kids used, the "white hats" vs. the "freaks." Many teens were involved, but no one will ever know the exact number. Most of them scattered immediately after Deneke was struck.

As cops delved deeper, the story that emerged from eyewitnesses grew uglier. It seems that tensions between the jocks and punks had existed for months.

On the witness stand, the testimony of jocks and punks seldom jibed.

Forcing his way through the many cracks in logic was attorney Clark, who portrayed Deneke and his pals as goons, thugs, and sociopaths, and Camp as a good, solid, normal kid wedded to Amarillo's favorite institutions, family and football. Intimidation had become such a fixture in Brian Deneke's life that he'd earned the nicknames "Punch," as in human punching bag, and "Fist Magnet." "He took a lot of verbal and physical abuse from people," says his dad, 48-year-old Mike Deneke,
"We tried to explain to him that if you dress that way, have your hair that way, people are gonna act negative toward you, and that's just the way it is. "And he said it's not right; they shouldn't. And he's right -- they shouldn't. But people do."
Rumbling with the jocks probably never fit into Deneke's idea of a good time. But punks saw confrontation and provocation as regular features of their lives and were prepared to deal with it.
"You don't have to go looking for trouble in this town," King says. "If you look different, it will come to you." "I thought it was bullshit," says 27-year-old David Trew, a friend of Deneke's. "Complete inanity that someone caught burglarizing a house or selling drugs can go to prison for 20 years, but for taking another human being's life, he gets 10 years' probation. "We all do things in life where we say 'oops.' But murder is where I draw the line.” "Brian wasn't one to bow down to campus cliques. He began acquiring his unusual tastes in music and dress as a young skateboarder, zinging down homemade ramps in his parents' back yard with his older brother Jason, even vaulting over cars.

Elise Thompson sits in her apartment in Austin and tells the story of the most horrifying experience of her 18 years. She remembers all the gossip at Tascosa High that Friday. A fight was gonna go down, combatants to be announced. Chris Oles, a tall, gangly punk with a hollow "American Gothic" face, salvaged his pride the best he could: by blowing gentle kisses to the table of jocks gathered in the side room at IHOP on December 6, a week before Brian Deneke's death. Who started it is a cause of much dispute. Whatever the case, the conflict amped up several notches when two other guys at the IHOP -- John King and Dustin Camp -- got in each other's faces. Neither kid knew the other. But amidst the exchange of macho epithets, witnesses say Camp jabbed his finger into camp’s chest. Wrong guy. Of all the punks, King, now 19, is known for his short fuse. Slouched in a chair and gazing at you with half-lit eyes, he talks quietly about smashing in someone's head with a police baton. "I'm a punk," he says. Outside, Oles met up with some allies, including Brian Deneke. Meanwhile, King strolled up to Camp's car and offered a few parting words.

Camp suddenly peeled out of the parking lot and hopped over a median, recalls Kendra Petitt, who had joined the punks. "He came up behind [the punks]. I'll never know how they moved -- it all happened so fast -- but they had to jump out of the way. He was trying to hit them. He had it floored. His tires were screeching." So it was on the night of December 12, 1997. It was a Friday, a week after the trash-talkin' incident at IHOP. That evening, Elise would tag along with Rob while he went out with his jock buddies. They "house-hopped," playing pool, downing a few beers at the homes of friends. As the house-hopping progressed, she and Rob ended up in Dustin Camp's car. In the background, of course, was talk of the big fight. So around 11 p.m., hoping to locate a livelier scene, the kids drifted in their cars to the rumored gathering place -- the all-night IHOP. Brian Deneke's final hours are a bit of a haze. He and his buddies had spent the evening at home sucking down Guinness’s. The punks had also heard about the fight. Of course, those who'd been at the IHOP the previous week had some inkling there could be trouble, They drove there anyway. Elise left Rob and Dustin with the guys, she went inside the restaurant to sit with some friends. Some minutes later, Rob came in to retrieve her. "We're leaving," he said. That's when things started getting creepy. Elise stepped outside the restaurant, right into some kind of argument. "To my left, there's two or three of the punk people, for lack of a better word. There was this one punk guy who was really, really tall and scary-looking, and he's holding up one of those police sticks, and he's yelling at the group of people I knew in the parking lot.
"Then there's this little guy standing next to him, and I heard him say, 'We can take 'em. I know we can take 'em.'" John King admits he "flicked open" his expandable police baton, then handed Chris Oles a baseball bat. Oles accepted it, because the punks -- about a dozen of them, including at least four girls -- were outnumbered by the herd of beefy jocks milling around the parking lot. Elise felt relieved when Rob insisted they get into the car. She presumed they were easing out of a scene that was getting altogether too tense. But almost as soon as they sat down, Dustin saw everyone streaming across the street to the Western Plaza Shopping Center. Rather than drive away, he followed them.

Oles got stuck in the middle of the street on the median, and some jocks in a red Blazer nearly ran him down. John King got to smash out another window. At least four of the punks -- Chris Oles, John King, Jason Deneke, and Jacqui Balderaz -- say they saw Brian Deneke curled up on the asphalt, getting clobbered by several jocks. "He was down in the fetal position," says Jacqui Balderaz. "I remember kicking and hitting." "By now, the fighting is in full force," Thompson remembers. "There are just tons of people; everybody's going crazy. I mean, I'd never seen anything like that. To me, it just looked like this mass confusion of people...just running after each other, hitting each other with sticks and chains and bats,” "Then Rob says, 'Oh my gosh, look at Andrew [McCulloch].'" Their jock buddy was on the ground, getting hammered by armed punks. Rob opened the car door and stuck his foot out, thinking he'd help rescue his friend. But Camp hit the accelerator, and Rob quickly pulled the door shut. Camp maneuvered his car toward the throng surrounding McCulloch. He took aim, pushed the pedal, and clunk -- that was Chris Oles' gangly frame rolling off his hood like a Panhandle tumbleweed. Oles quickly got back on his feet; he seemed more shocked than anything. "He just hits him, Then he starts driving around, through where the body of the fighting is. I remember things [chains and clubs] were being beaten on the car windows; it was really scary." Then "just all of a sudden," Camp wheeled the car around, skipped a median, and headed straight for a punk who turned out to be Brian Deneke. "I'm a ninja in my Caddy," he blurted. She remembers a soft, sickening "thunk" on impact. And a freeze-frame of Deneke, stick in hand, looking directly at her, directly through her. I bet he liked that," Camp said soon afterward as he kept driving. Brian’s body seems to roll onto the hood, then is sucked under. She feels one bump, then another. She turns again, looking out the back window, and sees a crumpled figure on the pavement, limbs splayed, "blood everywhere." A girl is running toward the body. "Dustin was heading for the highway...and like from the moment we hit him till we got on the highway, it was complete silence. It seemed like forever. And then I started, like, freaking out, rocking back and forth and stuff, and just covering my face.
Chris Oles: "You know those low-rider cars? That's what it looked like. It just went over the top of him and bounced. You know what the scary thing was? After he ran over him, they all started cheering."
Jennifer Hix: "Blood was coming out of every hole in his head. He got...squished. There was blood, like, from his nose, ears, and mouth."
John King: "He was saying something, but I don't think anybody understood it. There was all of us surrounding him, and Jason [Brian's brother] was like holding him in his lap. There was blood everywhere -- tons of blood."
Hix: "I felt like I was in a movie or something, like it was fake. All these Christian people were, like, saying prayers, and I said man, he's fuckin' dead. He's dead he's dead he's dead."

Deneke's body lay in a patch of snow against the median Camp's car had jumped. The crime-scene photos show him lying on his left side, arms grotesquely askew. His Mohawk is flopped to the side, like a wilted flower. His front teeth are broken. A deep gash runs down the left side of his face. His left shoulder is ripped out of joint. An autopsy would reveal that his skull, spine, pelvis, and several ribs had been crushed. The final break wasn't any less agonizing because of it. Betty Deneke was hanging Christmas decorations in her living room that night; the family always spent Christmases together. Jason called her from the IHOP. He was crying, but he wouldn't say what had happened. She recalls this in words so quiet, they are barely audible. But no words of explanation were needed when she arrived at Western Plaza and saw the blood, the yellow sheet, and the form of her son's body beneath it. In the days that followed Deneke's death, the punks would turn to one another, retreating into their close-knit community. When the kids emerged from their drunken trance, they gathered remembrances of Deneke's life. Some attached bits of Jason's bloody jeans to their leather jackets; others, such as Oles, tattooed the victim's name onto their arms. Later, Deneke's family and friends printed up T-shirts with Brian's face against a field of orange flames, with the words, "Brian Deneke: Hate Kills!!!" "

[alky-boy]

that was pretty good(not the above post,lol thats harsh), o originally thought it was just gonna be banter but then a wee punch was thrown, i love fights vids,lol. mind you having said that, this guy on the vid throws one of the better punches ive seen, and thats saying sumiit

...anyhoo good vid and good site you can find loadsa different stuff on youtube.com

[Robbie]

Mon the geeks!!!

[Mugetsu]

Thats pretty upsetting like!!

[Thomo]

I love the whole "Kick his Asss!" thing. So American.

[krashd]

those weren't geeks, they were like bearded supermen, and they spoke more like jocks too. also the guy did throw one of the best punches i've seen too but he was only across the street for like 3 seconds and he snapped so that's more hardass than geek. so no, definitely not geeks, just star wars fans. although the punks deserved some sort of retaliation, standing in a group of 6 or so and yelling at a bunch of large blokes in an even larger queue is a bit daft.

[Shawman]

haha wasn't he smug

[Chunder]

As harrowing as that story above was, did anyone else find it really bloody difficult to read, like it had been written by a bunch of chimpanzees? Between the colloqial Americanised speech, and the atrocious timing, I could have sworn I was reading Russian or something....

[Mugetsu]

Yeah,totally.
It felt like- And he was like,then she was all.... then i said this but he said i was on crack...etc

[Wee_rick]

The Video was pretty damn funny...i mean, never ever start hit if your not willing to finish it. That "punk" got what he fuckin deserved likes, mind you, giving abuse back at them once one of them has already punched you out...pretty fucking stupid if you ask me!

[Shawman]

what's with the space between the guy's hair and his sideburns?

[Wee_rick]

Must be fashion or something...