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Yeah they are. I saw so many fights in school start that way. Usually the pimp slapper got his ass handed to him though. The quiet guys always surprise you. Anyway, what happened with the fight, and why did you edit your other post?
edited because I made a stupid comment that I realized was stupid when I re-read the 1st post.What happened? The guy got out of his chair, Dad prolly shit his pants b/c I'm the nice guy in the family and aliens msut have invaded my brain. I see a guy out of the corner of my eye coming at me, one of our buddies must have decked him b/c he crashed to the ground. Once that happened, I instinctively just slugged the guy I was teasing. Seconds later I was in a bartender's bear hug and dragged outside.Once outside, pop notices the wife's car. So he goes back in, sits down, has dinner. I say I'm doing the same, but take a detour the the bar to get to the dining area and say something smartass, "want some more?" or something stupid, and proceed to the dining area. Just as I reach my folks' table, once again bearhugged and escorted out. Now, my stepmom wasn't privy to the action in the bar (didn't even know she was there until we spotted her car), so she's the biggest WTF look on her face ever.Not that great a story except for we were entertaining a minor celebrity at the time (Arlen). He still tells the story to this day and if he's been back to the East Coast since I don't know about it. :club:
My roommate locked up both of the kids arms and went to town on his face, landing one punch for each word in the sentence "You<punch>will<punch>never<punch>ever<punch>hit<punch>me<punch>in<punch>my<punch>****ing<punch>house<punch>again<punch>bitch."
Can't help but be reminded of Ralphie in The Xmas Story :D My second favorite fight scene ever.
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edited because I made a stupid comment that I realized was stupid when I re-read the 1st post.What happened? The guy got out of his chair, Dad prolly shit his pants b/c I'm the nice guy in the family and aliens msut have invaded my brain. I see a guy out of the corner of my eye coming at me, one of our buddies must have decked him b/c he crashed to the ground. Once that happened, I instinctively just slugged the guy I was teasing. Seconds later I was in a bartender's bear hug and dragged outside.Once outside, pop notices the wife's car. So he goes back in, sits down, has dinner. I say I'm doing the same, but take a detour the the bar to get to the dining area and say something smartass, "want some more?" or something stupid, and proceed to the dining area. Just as I reach my folks' table, once again bearhugged and escorted out. Now, my stepmom wasn't privy to the action in the bar (didn't even know she was there until we spotted her car), so she's the biggest WTF look on her face ever.Not that great a story except for we were entertaining a minor celebrity at the time (Arlen). He still tells the story to this day and if he's been back to the East Coast since I don't know about it. :club:
Very cool of you to do so.Pretty good story. I like how you just instinctively punched the guy you had been messing with. Good stuff. Who is Arlen?
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Pretty good story. I like how you just instinctively punched the guy you had been messing with. Good stuff. Who is Arlen?
He was a scosh bigger than me. Wasn't taking chances. My pop had been throwing ice across the bar and the guy was giving him lip. It was only a matter of time. Arlen Ness is a fairly well known chopper builder on the West Coast, company named after him. He came to town to display his stuff at our Harley dealership's open house.
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Been in three real fights in my life:First one, about 11 years old, a kid my age body slammed my little brother, who was 8, so I tackled the kid and gave him about six or seven straight fists right to the eye. He was crying and his eye was f*cked up pretty good. I thought that that would end it, but then he got up and picked up a good sized rock and threw it at my face. It hit me on the corner of my eye....hurt quite a bit, then he came charging at me and I punched him square in the mouth and he fell down and then a bunch of parents got inbetween us. Second one, same age, was playing baseball with a bunch of kids in a big field, some bigger and older kid (14 maybe?) kid decided to smash my baseball bat against a post and cracked the bat, then I decided to spit in his face and then he decided to punch me in the nose. After that, I grabbed my cracked bat so that he wouldn't come after me more, but needless to say, his punch landed pretty good and I was the loser of that fight. At least I didn't get totally beat down though. Third one was junior year of high school, I was out running and some redneck dumbass (about my age I think) decided to get out of his truck and run along with me. I was out on the country roads, so noone was around. He kept taunting me and sh*t, so I told him to get the hell away from me otherwise I'd kick his ass. Well, he tackled me, I got up and caught him with a punch to the gut and then a devastating knee strike right to the face. That ended it right there...he just lied on the ground with a bloody face while I told him to stop f*cking with runners. :club: So, I'm 2-1. Hopefully I don't get in anymore fights though. I always feel bad when someone gets beat up...even though in these cases they deserved it.

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I actually have a morbid facination with being in fights, but I don't like instigating them and it's hard to get people to **** with you when you're 250 pounds with a shaved head and an ex-bouncer's stare. I always felt like a total jackass trying to pick fights, like what's the point? If someone gets in your face and you give him a beating, that's one thing. If you get in someone's face and give them a beating (or get one), then what did you prove? Really, nothing more than what a dick you are. So I don't do it anymore, and I haven't been in a fight in years (excepting the one time a kid tried to start with me at a Papa Roach concert. I threw him on the ground, put my hand on his throat, and he decided it wasn't such a good idea anymore). I'd love to get an actual Fight Club going, but I have no idea where to start and it's probably not such a good idea anyway.

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I've done fight club type things with my friends before, but we limeted it to body punches. I don't really feel like explaining why I willingly got my nose broken and jaw dislocated.

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a devastating knee strike right to the face
This was hilarious to me Koop. I laugh every time I read it.
Hey...I tried to tell the story as descriptive as possible....lol.Seriously though...that was probably one of the coolest things I have ever done. I don't know why I thought to do it, but I just flat out nailed it.
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yea so we were playing duck duck goose at this summer camp when i was like 8, and this douchebag is going around saying duck, when he slows down behind me, i turn around, and he hocks a loogie in my face and says goose. i got up, ran through the middle of the circle, tackled him onto the ground and began strangling him. counselors quickly broke it up. seriously, who spits on people?

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i've got a one that i'll write about at the moment, i'm not good with words and descriptions, so it will probably sound dumb.In high school I worked at a Car Wash, one Friday night I was going back there to pick up my buddies and we were going to go out. I was already drunk and high at the time so my thinking was already irrational. There was a kid that worked there that I went to high school with, the typical cocky jock that annoyed the hell out of me. When I got to the place I worked at he was the first one I saw, he noticed that I was blitzed to hell and said he was going to report me to the boss and I told him I would beat the **** out of him if he did. He walked away and I went to talk to my buddies at the other end of the car wash. About 20 minutes passed and they were closing down the wash and I went into the office to look at the schedule to see what time I worked the next day. As I was looking at that I noticed a note to the supervisor from the cocky jock stating that I had came into work after hours and was drunk, high, and beligerant. Well that is when I went outside and decided I was going to have a talk with him when he left work. When he walked outside and he opened his mouth to try and explain it, I just snapped and beat the **** out him for about 10 minutes straight. Finally other people came outside and saw what was happening, it took 4 people to finally pull me off of him. After all that, I was fired from my job because he reported me to the police, and I now have an assualt charge and also had to pay the restitution on his hospital bill that his insurance didn't cover.

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i've got a one that i'll write about at the moment, i'm not good with words and descriptions, so it will probably sound dumb.In high school I worked at a Car Wash, one Friday night I was going back there to pick up my buddies and we were going to go out. I was already drunk and high at the time so my thinking was already irrational. There was a kid that worked there that I went to high school with, the typical cocky jock that annoyed the hell out of me. When I got to the place I worked at he was the first one I saw, he noticed that I was blitzed to hell and said he was going to report me to the boss and I told him I would beat the **** out of him if he did. He walked away and I went to talk to my buddies at the other end of the car wash. About 20 minutes passed and they were closing down the wash and I went into the office to look at the schedule to see what time I worked the next day. As I was looking at that I noticed a note to the supervisor from the cocky jock stating that I had came into work after hours and was drunk, high, and beligerant. Well that is when I went outside and decided I was going to have a talk with him when he left work. When he walked outside and he opened his mouth to try and explain it, I just snapped and beat the **** out him for about 10 minutes straight. Finally other people came outside and saw what was happening, it took 4 people to finally pull me off of him. After all that, I was fired from my job because he reported me to the police, and I now have an assualt charge and also had to pay the restitution on his hospital bill that his insurance didn't cover.
This.Post.Explains.So.Much
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I punched a guy in the face at the end of a hockey game when we were lining up to shake hands. I can't remember why I did it, but I'm sure he deserved it. My most vivid memory of the incident (besides the suspension) is the image of our goalie just pounding the piss out of one guy with his blocker.

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I knew Dave would have a good one. I was also hoping Wang would make up a funny one.I have A TON of fight stories I might write some more after this one...I dont know which to write though. I already told one on another thread, where the cops made us fight, so I'll omit that.I have about 5 one on one fights and about 7-10 group brawls which are always much more fun ( two of those fights ended in someone in a coma I didnt participate in the coma part though, I think my friends got carried away there.). which to tell i dont know? I guess I'll tell about the only one where I got my ass kicked.(edit: just read the above paragraph and I feel I gave the impression of a gangster. Im not a cholo, and I dont say "holmes" and shit like that. most of these group fights were at pretty high end clubs. Just wanted to clear that up. - enjoy the story.)When I was 14 I was about 5'8 115. I was the new kid in school in a city in mexico called Monterrey, I am originally from Mexico City and lets just say people from Monterrey dont really like (hate) people from the City. I had no friends. I was standing in lunch line, there was one burger left and I grabbed it. There was a 17 yr old kid next to me who said "give me that" I told him to **** off and he went nuts dropped my burger on the floor and told me I was gonna get my ass kicked after school (because the pussy didnt want to get in trouble during school). Anyway, its about 3 pm I go to my locker and the guy comes up to me and whispers in my ear "im going to kill you once you step outside". I said "lets go " and followed him. Now, picture me a tiny guy with a big mouth walking behind a football player that was a head taller than me and at least 60 pounds heavier. Kids were coming up to me and telling me to run. Well, we finally get outside and see there's security there, so we take it to hidden hallway. We get there and there's about 25 kids watching, some were trying to convince the guy to let me go.So now we were standing there one in front of the other, him towering over me, and a crowd of people there to watch. This idiot, turns around to tell his friend that i was a pussy. Once he turned his head, I told some of the guys to back off, and when he turned back around I just threw the hardest punch I had in me. I was aiming for the mouth but I hit him in the cheek/eye, so I only knocked him back a few feet, I got another couple of hits after that until he tackled me to the floor punched me about 5 times, I kicked him in the face and managed to get back on my feet. He got up too and it was time for the second round. He comes at me and punches me right in the jaw which knocked me back down, as Im getting up on my knees he ****ing punts my head...yes...punts..... my head...right in the ****ing temple. I pass out for a few seconds, some peole pick me up and tell me I have balls...but of course I had more ego than balls, and I wasnt about to get humiliated so i pick my bloody self up and I grab a lock out of my pocket ( i shoulda grabbed it earlier but I forgot) and rushed towards the guy I got a really weak hit with the lock to his head befor everyone jumped in to stop the fight.next day, at school I had friends, the seniors (this guy was supposed to be a junior, I was in 8th grade) came up and told me I am the ballsiest kid they know and offered to protect me the rest of the year. In class the guy I fought was sporting a black eye, while I had nothing because I iced everything down.thats the only time ive ever been beat up. I'll write about some cooler/bloodier fights later.

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