The Feeding

It all began on the night of June 12, 2016, A.K.A. the Pens' SC victory in the Shark before the game end, Burns was eying down Crosby in a faceoff, with a cold, deathly stare. A stare of violence. Brent couldn't help it that his mouth was overflowing with saliva at the thought of tasty, warm Crosby Blood.
Crosby won the faceoff. As Sid was making his way towards the Sharks' goal net, Brent verbally, signally "spoke" with defensemen Justin Braun and Paul Martin to close Sid off just enough for Brent to speed right into the closed-off area, and it's "Suppertime in San Jose".
Number 87 was right in their trap. Before he could even turn around, he had 3 sharks atop of him, trying their best to smother him to pleas of Sid were just making Brent feel more confident about his kill. As for the crowd's reaction, they were cheering on Burns's decision to make his opponent their dinner. Brent has been in a situation like this before, but not in the SC Finals!
Because of his experience, Brent immediately sank his unnaturally sharp canines into Crosby's neck, drawing that crimson, warm, juice that was like his version of crack, being he was a shark.
"Mmmm, metally."
"AH! Let, me, go, now-"
"It's OK, Crosby. It will all be over soon."
"Oh. Uhhhhh..."
Brent immediately turned Crosby, so that they were face-to-face. Crosby was draining out blood from his neck as if someone had slit it instead of bite it. Burns has never gotten this far in a kill, as he and his "pod" watched the life drain from both Crosby's neck and eyes.
"It's time," he whispered.
Braun and Martin nodded in agreement, and they each grabbed one of Crosby's limbs in their mouths. Paul took his left leg, Braun, his right, and Brent, his right arm.
The Jaws theme was playing, the fans were making their signature "chomp" motion, and the 3 Sharks were tugging and pulling.
"Um. HMMMMPH!" Brent could feel Sid's arm crackling apart. He yanked it to the right, and...
RIIIIIP!* Brent fell over on his butt, but as he got up, he saw Crosby's amputated arm, in the Sharks' faceoff zone, in a puddle of blood. And yes, the goalie, Aaron Dell, took off his mask and lapped at the blood, to where Brent skated over and swiped it away with his stick. Now he took his helmet off, and feasted upon that lovely, perfect arm, his matted, sweaty mane making him look like a real animal eating his prey.
" Grrrrr! Mmmm! *sloppy chewing noises*"
BRENT POV:
"Mmm, he's so damn delicious! I need more. Mooore."
Exit POV
Meanwhile, the rest of the Sharks gnawed at the Penguin carcass, making audible sloppy chewing noises. In fact, you couldn't see where Crosby's body was, the whole teams were like vultures, eating it!
Brent pushed and shoved his way to Sid's midsection, which was halfway gouged out. His beard matted with blood, he took as much of Sid's chest, gut, and internal organs (liver, heart, stomach), and skated far away, to the empty Pens' goalie net, where he commenced his feast in peace.
BRENT POV:
"Mmph. Yummmy! The taste of the blood and flesh makes me soo...WILD."
Brent had a dark, gothic look in his eyes, and continued to help himself to the various body parts.
He burped, his burp making him
"Oh, I'm so full, I'm gonna be-*gag!*Retchh!*"
"Oh no, not more Crosby, thrown up! I need that!"
He slurped the regurgitated, partially digested Crosby entrails, with the crowd reacting with disgusted groans.
EXIT POV
Now, a different shark was trying to get a hold of Brent's meal,
TO BE CONTINUED...

Notes

I'll pick up on this later. I just put up what I have now to see what you think of it as for now.