Groom Under Fire
Bucks mission brief
If the plan is to send the boys into mayhem, Groom Under Fire delivers the perfect hit. Start with a paintball battlefield where the buck cops more colour than a festival, then swap the ammo for ice cold beer as the crew rolls through pubs primed for victory rounds. Schooners land fast, wings disappear faster and the banter turns heroic with every pint. For a Bucks group of 7, it is the dream run: shoot first, drink later and laugh until the stories no longer match what actually happened.
Game Plan
$249.00 per person, based on 7 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!The moment the lads assemble, one truth becomes clear. Tonight the groom is not being celebrated. He is being hunted. Groom Under Fire is the Gold Coast Bucks mission built for blokes who want to unleash carnage, pour pints like ammunition and watch the guest of honour get absolutely annihilated in the most beautiful way possible. This is not a gentle farewell. This is open season.
Your operation begins on our paintball battlefield, a warzone where loyalty evaporates and the groom becomes the most sought-after target since someone yelled 'free beer'. We gear the boys up with semi-automatic paintball guns, full-face masks and camo coveralls so no one ends up walking down the aisle looking like they lost a bar fight with a fruit salad. And because we value future generations, we make sure the groom’s crown jewels are fully armoured. We protect the goods. Even if the lads absolutely will not.
Each bloke receives one hundred paintballs to unload, one hundred opportunities to remind the groom of every bad opinion he has ever had. The lads lock and load. Paint flies. War cries erupt. And the groom realises very quickly what we all know. True friendship is best expressed at high velocity. If your group brought the brightest pink tutu, a chicken suit or a glowing hazard vest for him to wear, congratulations! You have entered elite comedy territory. Watching a grown man sprint across the field dressed like a radioactive flamingo while his best mates take aim is the closest thing adulthood has to bliss!
When the chaos dies down and the groom is sporting enough colour to qualify as a modern art piece, it is time for phase two. Liquid recovery. Your reserved seating at our bar and bistro is ready the moment you march in, still shouting over each other about who landed the biggest hit. No table hunting. No hovering near strangers hoping they leave. We drop you straight into your seats like victorious soldiers returning from battle. Then comes the groom’s reward. A full jug of beer delivered with the ceremony of a knighthood.
Just as morale hits its peak and the paint stains begin to dry, we escalate to the next level. Our sports bar and beer garden is prepped with a two-hour reserved table, because the only thing worse than getting shot in the back by your mate is wandering aimlessly looking for chairs afterwards. Schooners land in every hand. The groom gets an extra one because he has been targeted enough for one day, and hydration is the least he deserves.
Then the feast arrives. Wings and chips in a glorious spread that turns grown men feral. Buffalo, Portuguese, Hickory Smoked BBQ, Honey Soy, all demolished like the lads had not seen food since sunrise. The table becomes a crime scene of bones and crumbs. Confidence returns. Claims of battlefield “hero moments” grow louder. Every story becomes less accurate and more hilarious with each beer. We think accuracy was never the point anyway.
Just when the energy reaches unstable levels, we send the mission into its final stage. Your iconic Irish bar arrival. Our team is expecting you like VIPs who have already been labelled trouble. The groom receives yet another jug, delivered with a level of importance usually reserved for Olympic athletes. The boys erupt in celebration, and the storytelling becomes absolute nonsense in the best possible way. Every tale from the battlefield gets retold louder, messier and more creatively incorrect.
This is what a Bucks night should feel like. Loud. Wild. A little dangerous. And completely unforgettable. Groom Under Fire is more than a session. It is the ultimate send-off for the man about to retire from chaos and step into matrimony. One final explosion of mayhem staged by the blokes who know him best and shoot at him anyway. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to lock it in. Because bruises fade. Hangovers pass. But a night where the groom is truly under fire becomes legend.