I got in a fight in 7th grade. This kid that had the locker above mine kept opening his door and hitting m ein the head. One day I got tired of it so I stood up grabed him by the neck, pushed his head into his locker and slammed the door into his head. He never hit me with his door again. CK
yes, Cheeseboy is my nickname my brother gave me. yes I have a big brother too who of course beat me to a pulp like it was his job. he must have thought he was getting paid well because he really enjoyed it. and I wasnt worried, I am 26% gay, and scored a 2 of the Fem scale. hehe, but your follow up post made me laugh like hell. PEACE
Let me preface everyhting by saying, when you're from a small town and there is nothing else to do, thery boys tend to get in trouble... I have been in several fights in my late teens to early 20s. Seem ed like the thing to do at the time. I was always a big kid, I'm 5'10/195 and pretty strong in the weightroom. My very first fight I was at a party and a guy with a baseball bat came looking for a couple of my friends (who were not there), I tried to talk him into just leaving but he didn't want to, so I ended throwing him down and hold the bat at his throat until I got pulled off. No real punches. Ben in a couple fights with guys from rival high schools, again nothing brutal usually one or two punches actually thrown but just me geting on top of someone and banging their head against the ground until it was broken up. My most memorable one was my freshman yea rin college. Coming home from a bar and had on my school football jacket (yeah I know stupid in the 11st place to wear a football jacket into a bar, makes the team lok bad, but hey I was 18) and was walking home with a friend of mine past the Moose lodge and 3 guys walked out and one yelled my schools name football sucks. At the same time another friend of mine drove by and he pulle dinto the parking lot. SO the buddy with me was over at his truck talking to him and I just got in front of these 3 guys and was like what? The guy in the middle hit me in the jaw (pu$$y punch, barely turned my head) but I rared back and threw a big right and knocked out the guy at the end (I couldn't really miss with the 3 guys standing in front of me), I then grabbed the biggest guy and slammed him straight on his back. Must have been funny looking (at least my friends thought so!) to have me punching (I rarely punch much when I fought, but I was pi$$ed to get hit) and the third guy was on my back punching me in the back of the head. My firneds stood back and watched because "We wanted to see if you could take all 3". Finally at some point I tried to go afte rthe third guy but at some point my internal clock told me to get out. We had quite a crowd between the other college students walking home from the bars, and the moose lodgers walking out. But back to reality I found out I wasn't invincible about a year later when I got knocked out! There's always a bigger dog out there! So now I definetely don't look for fights but I still stand up for friends when I need to. I'm 30 now so well past my prime. My only advice is to only fight when you are so pi$$ed you can't control it. Fighting for fighting sake is stupid but I always had my buddies getting mwe so worked up that I was laways ready to go. SO fighting is dumb, but there are times when you have to stand up for what you think is right, no matte rhow wrong it is!
One of the best fights I ever saw was my freshman year in high school that involved these two HUGE black girls. It started with them talking all kinds of smack and one of them went for the other girls hair. So this chick grabs a hand full of hair.....and pulls out nothing but weave. So the girl is standing their bald and humiliated.....and tears off the other girl's shirt. It was all down hill from there. It went from what was to be an honest-to-god fistfight to a humiliation-fest. Weave's getting pulled out, clothes getting torn off....it was a riot.
Lynus, one of my favorite things to do is watch what my friends and I have appropriatly named ,"Ghetto Wars" Its awesome because there is atleast one fight between the ghetto kids a day. It usually is at lunch when they are talking **** to eachother and then they just go after eachother. About a month ago was the best one. This kid was at the top of the stairs (in the commons there is a large spiral staircase) and he pushed another kid down the stairs, and then runs down them and starts beating the **** outta this kid. I thought I was watching a movie! when it was over they had to clean off the blood on the stairs, which was pretty gross.. I enjoyed most of yalls stories, and I hope I never have to get in some of these scenarios myself (falcon!)
interesting... WELL i've gotten in several small scuffles with friends... yet no big deal.. just a punch or push then we're broken up... I have gotten into one wierd fight across the street from Spring High School (where i grad.. c/o99) at a Burger King... and most recently at El Tiempo Cantina Downtown me and my dad tagteamed some foo... The wierd one happened when i was 16 - i was coming from Dallas (thats where i lived at the time)...I came down for Mardi Gras - so me and my homeboys decided to stop for breakfast at burgerking across the street from Spring High.. well we are there eating i go outside to use payphone to call moms that i gotten to houston okay when some white punks drive by wearin a huge oriental hat... well i just glanced at them and then continued talking... so after i told my mom bye - i walked in to finish eating my croisantwich -- then these white punks come in saying "dont you ever look at me that way ever again".. im like wha... I wasn't mad i was just shocked never seen or known this dude.. so obviously im kinda stand up so i do ... one of them pushes me and we are just wrestlin on the floor at Burger King... well then the manager says im calling tha COPS.. his dumbass runs out yelling im 19 and will TAKE YOUR ASS ANYTIME... i was laughing the whole time... even when we were on the ground wrestling...FUNNY! dumbass punk. Recently in February - me and my crew decided we wanted to go drink it up and dance the night away to salsa/merengue/hiphop (this is what we call GHETTO FABULOUS... a touch of upperclass with the ghetto lean) so we go to once was are favorite joint , EL TIEMPO DOWNTOWN, we walk-in and what a coincidence! My popz is there with his crew - (my pops is 36 im 20 - he's a young and cool cat) he didn't go to dance but just to hang out at the bar... so anyways me and my crew sit on opposite side of cantina ordering beers and mixed drinks.... so me and my boi decide to go to release the pipes in the restroom when i was at sink washin my hands some big mexican foo come in maddoggin me all up in mah grill... But im not one for confrontation i avoid it as much as possible.. so as soon as i step out of rest room with my boy i see pops walkin in... well im like OH SHIZ lets go back there's gonna be a throw down... (If your looking for shiz - just look for my popz)... so my pops is in there at the urinal and im actin like im washin my hands again.. this mexican foo was talkin trash to my pops and while my popz was whizin he said "WHAT U SAY MUTHAFUTHA" and turned around and popped the guy... this mexican foo went to punch my pops but then i step in and get this guy in a choke hold and while in a choke hold my popz popped him good bout 10 times... this dude starts turning purple and bleeding tears (IM SERIOUS) my dad stopped cuz he started feelin sorry for this ****er (but this dude was big and cut or built) im yellin at my dad "don't stop keep hittin pops!!! KEEP HITTIN DAD!!" everyone in the rr is freakin out.. a guy broke it up... so we leave and i told this dude as he is recovering from purple to red face "YOU WERE LOOKIN FOR **** DUMBASS AND YOU FOUND IT"... so you would think that would be all...HELL NAHZ! im all calm i go to my crew and my popz goes to his crew... im tellin my crew what just happned and about 3 minutes the guy comes out of the restroom looking for me... yep this JIGGA wanted more! So he comes around me and said lets go "*****" i go allight you want some more so I get up and (keep in mind this in front of ev1 a the bar club...people dancin ... deejay mixin...etc..) As soon as im lunged to pop him my dad out of nowhere FLYIN LIKE A BAT FROM HELL pops him in the face AGAIN... this foo got knocked down again but this time on to table /bottles drinks / people flyin everywhere (turned out to be bar fight)! so now this foos boiz decide to back him up and jump on my dad ... at the same time this mex foo tries to get back up but i popped him 6 times in the face at the same time his head is hitting the cement floor...Then music stops and what i thought to be his homeboi get me in a chokehold to so i popped him an elbow and blood was gushin everywhere... then i felt handcuffs and it was HPD who i gave the BLOODY NOSE TO. HPD busted my head on the concrete floor they were so pissed... and the club was going MAD.. people fighting everywhere.. well lucky me one of my dads friends is a HPD officer and i was released fromt the club and told never to come back.. and today my dad has a shattered wrist with wires stickin out of them... WILD NIGHT! This fool got his ass kicked twice in 15 minutes! YOU LOOKING FOR SH*T.. YOU WILL FIND SH*T!!
I have never started a fight in my life but I've been in more fights than I can count. Its always because Im around when **** like that happens. I can not stand around and watch someone impose their will on another person. If I see someone doing someone wrong I will speak my mind. I'll try to talk sense into them but if it is obvious they will not listen then you have to do what you have to do. Im not six feet tall and I don't shave my head. Remember never judge a book by its cover. My looks/demeanor have never intimidated anyone. That's how I got the nick name Possum. One day my karate instructor said you don't look or act like a tough guy but you sure can fight. Its like your playing possum. From then on out I was Possum. That was in 4th grade.
This is probaly the funniest thing I have ever read! Your relationship with your dad is probaly a little different then most others..... Thats one of the things I dont like about my dad. Hes about 50, but hes still a bigass strong guy. Anyway, he gets into fights over almost anything! Its embarassing sometimes, but you have to stick by your dad........
my last 1 on 1 fight was with my best friend in grade 9 and he was twice my size and i'm happy to say i kicked his ass =) But now that i'm older it's more of my friends getting into fights with people we dont know and we all just rumble or if it's a 1 on 1 we go just to back eachother up 1 fight i can remember was this guy was fighting 1 on 1 and then all these persian people rushed my friend, so all of us (about 30) kicked the living **** outta them with anything we can find, my friend picks up a beer Bottle smashes it over the guys head and then a security guard came and he got his ass rumbled by some black kids it was very F*cked Up lately my friends have been getting into scraps every weekend, there a bunch of losers but 1 day they'll get their asses handed to them
