Who hasn't had a bit of "fistic" action? I'm 20 now, and if I had to count all the fights I've been in I'd have to say it's well over 100. Granted, a lot of those were when I was in grammar school, but the most memorable (really the only I can remeber at the time) was my Junior year in HS. I love football, and me and my friends pretty much played everyday during lunch, after school, before school, you get the point. I had played on the team for 1 1/2 years, but I just fell off and despite people telling me how good I was and that I should rejoin I didn't want to because at the time I was embarrassed at how weak I would've been and I was afraid that I wasn't really that good. Anyway some of my friends played on the JV team, and so they were able to conivnce some of the guys from varsity to come play with us one day. They came out cocky as @#$$ thinking that since the majority of us didn't play (or play anymore) they would embarass us. So they bought their females out trying to stunt for em', wearing the muscle shirts and everything, not knowing that I and a few other guys were beasts, just beasts who did't play on the team. We started the game, I think it was a 7 on7 +/- 1, there weren't seven Varisty guys just 3 or 4, so we had to split the teams up, but somehow the varisty all ended up on one side. It was hot and I decided to change shirts, I found out the next day that one of their females was eyeing me (I think at the time I could only BP 150, now I can do 230 , but I've been blessed with a fast metabolism, so I always stay cut, regardless of how strong I really am), I get back on the field and her BF (WR) comes hard at me and as he's running his route muffs me in the face. I'm not a pussy, and figured no need to complain I'll just get him back when he puts his hand on the ball. Knowing that I faster I fall back and he curls toward the middle of the field, I see that their QB spots him and I start creeping up on him. When he jumps up for the ball he has his back towards me and mid-air he spins aorund to head upfield. When he starts to come down, there I am waiting for the wrap-up tackle, he kinda fell right into position so I didn't have to do much but wrap. But as I do I here him say: "You ripped, my shirt!!!", I back off of the tackle and decide the play is dead, but he has the ball in his hand still and chucks it at my face (while I'm still trying to stand up). I get pissed and decide the play is still live, by this time he's gotten a few yards away form me, so I've got room to build up some steam. So I follow through with the tackle and pile-drive his a@# into the ground. As I'm lifting him up he gets me in a headlock and does a sort of DDT to me using my own momentum, but he still recieved the brunt of the attack. So we're on the gorund he has me in a headlock (and I absolutely hate losing fights) so I fight my hardest to get out of the lock, because if I didn't and he was able to keep me down before somebody broke it everyone would've thought that he won. It didn't take much time to reverse it and I began punching him in the face. Finally, my friends pulled me off him, and he gets up nose bloody and all on the verge of crying and he gathers the rest of the guys he came out wi cusin' me out about his shirt and this that and the other, at this point I had already won and all I said was: "Tony this is football, stuff like that happens, if it was that valuable I would've left it on the sideline" (of course I probaly didn't say it that nicely so maybe I should've left the quotes off). Words contiune to fly and he gathers his friends and his girl and they decide to bounce to the train. But, not before he says: "Tommorrow, I'ma bring my brother and he's going to beat your @#$". Which I thought was a pretty pussy-ish thing to say considering he was 17 going on 18, what do you need your brother to fight for you for still? The game was over, needless to say, and me and my freinds started heading towards the train was well. Tony and his boys were ahead of us by a block, but we all ended up waiting on the same platform, only he was about a blcok down on the platform too. I look down there nad I see his friends holding him back, and his female kinda "lickin" his wounded ego and s$$@. But I had already made up my mind that I wasn't going to fight him on a platform, where if some falls we get 1000's of volts up are a@!es, or even crushed, and then somebody's going to jail (probably would've been me, seeing how bad of a fighter he was). I live in Chicago and we have the "L' trains that during rush hour (which is what time it was) are a block long, and broke up into about 8 or 9 cars. Tony gets on the third car, and I get on the 5th or 6th. As we're going throguh the subway I see him crossing the cars trying to get to my car. My boys see it too and they're like: "Aw, s@#$, it's about to go down", he finally comes on my car and starts tryin to embarass me (and it worked, because these people didn't know I just beat his a@#, all they know is he's dissin me something awful). I'm not good with comebacks and all that s@#$ so I'm forced to let it ride, I turn away from him, and next thing I know he throws a bottle (plastic) at my head I turn around and throw him against the door
and just start to choking him, to the point where he's red in the face, people pull me off him and I see this lady pull out her phone, our friends are trying holding us back, and I decide at the next stop to kick rocks becasue I thought the lady was calling the cops, as I'm getting off the train I hear him say: "You betta, you ugly a@# N@##!" I was dumbfounded at how he could keep getting his a@# handed to him and still kepp talking s@#$, but even though peer pressure was telling me to kill him I dropped it there ( believe it or not, I really wasn't bothered by him saying it, but the peanut gallery was egging me on to retaliate). It wasn't until later the next day I found out (from one of his friends) that he was looking for a reason to fight me because he thought I was flirting with his girl by changing in front of her, but after that day I never heard another thing about it, so it was dead.
Last fight that I been in where I threw punches back was in High School, I've been in a few scrapes since then but mostly defended myself and didn't throw punches back and then had them arrested. I got more satisfaction seeing them taken away then hitting them. evillaugh Knowing that they were going to jail, paying fines, and some loosing their jobs over it. 😈
Had loads of fights, been glassed, stabbed, chaired, bottled. Most fights kinda broke up and no one won, the ones where I was drunk were mass brawls so I usually got a good pasting and seeing as it was rather chaotic with the police comming and all no one really won. But when im sober and its a one on one I usually win, odd really as im not some big monster of a chap.
Originally posted by JacopeXwhat the ****? a few weeks ago you said you dont train in any martial arts.
I have been in a few for the dumbest reasons. I mean, I really am one of those people that hate fighting and against such violent acts, yet people have to sorely test my patients by laying there dirty hands on me, igniting my rage. I know self defence such as Tae Kwon Do and Kickboxing as well, just in case these things ever happen.And just for the record, I never start problems with anyone....🙄
worst liar ever
I had this one fight in sixth grade that started when this skate punk name Zack Galpon came up to me and thinking he was slick jabbed me in the face. I was already having a bad day so needless to say I was pissed. I got up and he started running. We were in the classroom so he had nowhere to go. I ran up and right hooked him and sent him on his ass and into some chairs. He got up and tried to right me but I grabbed the back of his head with my left which kept his fist from connecting and punched him as hard as I could with my right. He flew into the same pile of chairs and this time didn't get up. Cool thing was my teacher Mr. Bygrave didn't send me to the office or anything.