D/Wolves

Brofest

The air smelled of burnt rubber as the truck screeched into the parking lot. It wasn’t a normal truck, it was a large white pickup truck lifted so high that you had to pull yourself into it. The subwoofers under the back seats blasted KottonMouth Kings songs so loud that they could be heard from miles away. This wasn’t the only truck like this in the parking lot. In fact, every single car in the parking lot was a large lifted truck with KottonMouth Kings blasting from each one. This was normal for the annual Brofest. A fresh pair of DC’s stepped out of the white truck. It was Ronald, but everyone just called him Spade. His black socks reached up to his sagging Dickie’s shorts from the new DC’s. He was wearing a black shirt with the words TAPOUT across the front. His hair was spiked, but hidden underneath his SRH hat. Spade was also wearing Spy sunglasses even though it was late in the evening. He was ready for the Brofest. Spade was pondering the night he had planned ahead of himself. Last year’s Brofest was the most fun he had since the trip to the sand dunes a few summers ago. The festival was loaded with an endless supply of rockstar energy drinks, girls in bikinis, live UFC fighting, and musical performances from Kottonmouth Kings and Slightly Stoopid. There were also a booth where companies could show off their latest dirt biking and truck gear. Last year, Spade even got a tattoo at the brofest. It was a large SRH logo on the back of his neck. Spade had the time of his life and was even more stoked for this years Brofest. He was certain it was going to be the best night of his life.
Spade walked up to the door. Brofest was being held inside a large warehouse that has been converted into sort of a night club. There were rooms for dancing and rooms for conferences where they discussed things like the best dirt biking spots and modifying trucks. The line was already getting long. 5000 people were predicted to attend Brofest. Bros from all over the country were being flown in. It was the largest gathering of bros ever to be documented. The line of bros wrapped completely around the building and they were still arriving by the truckful. The parking lot was filling up and some people had to park blocks away and walk to the fest. They didn’t mind to much because they knew it was going to be such a good time. The strangest thing is that usually when groups of bros assemble, there are many, many fights. There has never been a fight in all of the history of Brofest because rumor had it that the festivities would be cancelled if a fight did happen. No one was worried of anything happening because they were all in the best moods that they would ever be in at one time.
The line was starting to tighten up as the doors were about to open. Everyone was getting so excited to finally get into the festival and enjoy the festivities when just then they heard the sound of a dirt bike pull into the lot. It was a huge bro on his dirt bike. He rushed in a screeched at the line. He threw an empty 40 ounce beer bottle at a girl waiting in line with her bro boyfriend. The guy jumped off of his bike and pushed his way to the front. He was obviously drunk and wanted to be the first in. The other bros in the line that had been waiting for hours began to get furious. Yelling and screaming began. “What the hell are you doing bro?” someone yelled at the drunk bro. “Bro, I’m getting in first bro!” He yelled back, and pushed the other guy. “Bro are you serious bro!?” and the drunk bro was punched. A fight broke out. It quickly escalated into a small bro riot where the drunk bro was being kicked repeatedly while on the ground. This was not uncommon for bros to do things like this, but was extremely uncommon at the Brofest.
The drunk bro was laying on the ground beaten and bloody when a security guard finally got though the group. “What the hell is happening here?” the security guard said to the bros. “That douche thought he could get to the front of the line, and he through a bottle at my baby girl!” one of the bros said. “I’m sorry, but the Brofest is cancelled. We cannot tolerate this kind of behavior inside of the fest. You ruined it for yourselves,” the guard announced. He walked into the building and locked the doors. All of the bros were devastated. They had ruined the night that they had all been waiting for all year. There was nothing they could do now that it was cancelled. They stood around dumbfounded for a while when Spade climbed on top of his truck and began to shout. “Bros! This night cannot be ruined! Brofest must go on,” he said. No one understood and thought it was all over. “Bros, I have an idea,” Spade said. This caught a lot of attention from the thousand of bros surrounding. “Everyone go home and get your bikes! We will meet up in the dunes and have the first ever Brofest ran by us, the Bros!” They were skeptical at first, but it didn’t seem like a bad idea. Chatter slowly came from the crowd. Spade looked around and began to smile. He knew that Brofest had to happen not matter what. There was no better place to have Brofest be held than in their favorite place, the desert! “Everyone bring a case of Rockstar, a bike, and every girl that you know!” someone yelled from the crowd. A loud bro cheer came from the crowd and everyone got exited. Suddenly a chant was began. BROFEST! BROFEST! BROFEST! All of the bros joined in and the chant could be heard from corners of the earth.
Spade looked around and saw the bros chanting and giving the most epic of high fives to each other. He smiled and knew that he had done it. Spade had saved the 2009 Brofest and changed the way it would be held for years to come. Brofest will never die all thanks to Spade.