When the Jets saw the Emeralds, they all went 2 one side of the park as the Emeralds went to the other side. Riff stepped up as did Paul.
"Well?" Riff said. "Who's your's?" Paul stepped back as someone else stepped up. Some of the Jets recognized him from school. (Whenever they decided to go that is.) His name was Jack.
"And your's?" Paul asked. Riff stepped back and Sam stepped up. All the Emeralds laughed. That was a BIG mistake because it pissed Sam off. Sam and Jack walked in a circle as the gangs waited anxiously for the first punch. All of sudden, Jack through the beginning punch. Sam blocked it and threw her on punch. It hit Jack in the stomach and he stumbled back. Sam had no delay in kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. Jack fell to the floor and Sam kicked him in the side. She bent down and picked him up by the collar. She threw a punch at his jaw and he stumbled back, but caught himself enough to run away. His gang followed. Sam walked back to the Jets grinning. They all happily jumped on top of her. Riff raised a hand for silence.
"Everyone get sleep tonight." Everyone nodded. It was a custom with the Jets that whenever they won a rumble they went to school the next day. If it wasn't for a rumble they just went whenever they felt like it. So whenever all the Jets showed up, everyone knew they won a rumble. And most gangs, when they lost also showed up in school so that they wouldn't look like cowards. So when there were two full gangs at school the people at school knew there had been a rumble they knew between who. And by the looks of the gangs it was obvious who had won.