6"3 and 190 pounds tends to stop fights before they begin. I did damn near choke out this one kid who was being an ass to my chick friend though. I'm such a white knight, shit it ridiculous.
[QUOTE=Ian;32169567]Today some dude was getting picked on because he came out the closet, I didn't really know him that well but I knew that he just came out to some of his friends and the word spread around school.
It was one dude and his friends picking on him in class and shit, so I decided to talk to one of them.
Dude said that homosexuality was fucked up, and that it's like against nature or some shit.
I felt his crotch. Fucking amazing, because you know what I was doing?
At my school, if you don't throw the first punch, you won't get punished. It's just fighting back.
The dude punched me straight in my jaw, and I just looked back at him, kicked his shin in, and knee'd that fucker right in his mouth.
Needless to say he's suspended and I have a new friend today.[/QUOTE]
Excuse me but did you actually grope his crotch, isn't that inciting violence since he obviously stated he is homophobic you decide to aggravate him?
Little emo fag wanted to fight because I screwed his girlfriend.
He brought like 4 mates and a brick.
He should have used it and I might not have broken his jaw.
I wanted to wear my sister's tie, because I had just recently discovered how amazing it is to wear ties to informal occasions. So... my sister starts bitching, and I won't take her tie off, seeing as how it causes no harm to anybody. My sister has always had a problem with sharing. She starts screaming, and throws a punch. We start to scuffle, and eventually, she pushes me on the sofa. Without any other form of defense, I start kicking her in the gut. She calls me out for fighting like a wuss for kicking. She takes one of my shoes off, and throws one at me. To fight fire with fire, I throw my other shoe at her face. We scuffle some more, and I start giggling and running around the house, her chasing me, which was pretty funny. During our next scuffle, she bites my arm, in which case I proceeded to slap her upside the head until she let go. She ran off to her room, crying.
She always said that she could beat me in a fist fight, because she is self-proclaimed "strong". ( She is lesbian, the manly kind, and I'm a weakling nerd boy who hasn't worked out a day in his life. ) But when it came down to it, she reverted to her girly-girl instincts and did nothing but scratch and bite, which is ironic, considering she was the one who said that I fought like a wuss.
She let me wear the tie. My dad then said he was proud of me for standing up and knocking some sense into her for being such a bitch.
Hey, if you want to dress and act like a man, don't be surprised when you aren't treated like a girl.
The most violent scenario I've been involved with lately was at a Club on A level results day. I trod on a guys toe while dancing, he rounded on me. I saw he had an empty bottle in his hand (bottles are plastic here because too many people got stabbed :frown:). I had one too and we somehow ended up in a bottle fight before I tripped him over, helped him up. We exchanged names, which I promptly forgot, and parted as good friends.
Fuck yeah Alcohol.
[QUOTE=GastricTank;32171847]I wanted to wear my sister's tie, because I had just recently discovered how amazing it is to wear ties to informal occasions. So... my sister starts bitching, and I won't take her tie off, seeing as how it causes no harm to anybody. My sister has always had a problem with sharing. She starts screaming, and throws a punch. We start to scuffle, and eventually, she pushes me on the sofa. Without any other form of defense, I start kicking her in the gut. She calls me out for fighting like a wuss for kicking. She takes one of my shoes off, and throws one at me. To fight fire with fire, I throw my other shoe at her face. We scuffle some more, and I start giggling and running around the house, her chasing me, which was pretty funny. During our next scuffle, she bites my arm, in which case I proceeded to slap her upside the head until she let go. She ran off to her room, crying.
She always said that she could beat me in a fist fight, because she is self-proclaimed "strong". ( She is lesbian, the manly kind, and I'm a weakling nerd boy who hasn't worked out a day in his life. ) But when it came down to it, she reverted to her girly-girl instincts and did nothing but scratch and bite, which is ironic, considering she was the one who said that I fought like a wuss.
She let me wear the tie. My dad then said he was proud of me for standing up and knocking some sense into her for being such a bitch.
Hey, if you want to dress and act like a man, don't be surprised when you aren't treated like a girl.[/QUOTE]
Your dad sounds awesome. Does he by any chance drink lots of hard alcohol and look like he came from the 50's?
[QUOTE=fritzel;32170301]
You are supposed to start with a punch on the nose or sternum. Then proceed for eardrum kill.[/QUOTE]
Unless you have martial arts training or a lot of experience in fighting, you probably aren't going to have a mind clear enough to aim at anything.
I was 10 and this retard kept slapping me, and annoying me for a week. He was around 4 years older than me (tall, but skinny). So one day I snapped and slapped back, then he slapped me harder. I started to punch him in his face, and accidentally stepped on his toe (it hurt or some shit). He got blamed for all that shit and the I was free to go.
[editline]8th September 2011[/editline]
He cried, and lost his manlyhood. I took it from him.
[QUOTE=MisterSjeiks;32185212]I was 10 and this retard kept slapping me, and annoying me for a week. He was around 4 years older than me (tall, but skinny). So one day I snapped and slapped back, then he slapped me harder. I started to punch him in his face, and accidentally stepped on his toe (it hurt or some shit). He got blamed for all that shit and the I was free to go.
[editline]8th September 2011[/editline]
He cried, and lost his manlyhood. I took it from him.[/QUOTE]
m8 lyk u fukin fink yar hard m8? id fukin do u m8 id drp u m8 fkin fyt me then u fag il slap u m8 innit lyk u fink u hard? fyk me innit
[QUOTE=:v:;32186349]m8 lyk u fukin fink yar hard m8? id fukin do u m8 id drp u m8 fkin fyt me then u fag il slap u m8 innit lyk u fink u hard? fyk me innit[/QUOTE]
I sincerely cannot read this.
[QUOTE=acds;32184751]Unless you have martial arts training or a lot of experience in fighting, you probably aren't going to have a mind clear enough to aim at anything.[/QUOTE]
Mind's not clear then probably you already lost the game.
[QUOTE=Cone;32169544]At least you have an [I]English[/I] accent. I sound like I'm from Texas.[/QUOTE]
Y'all.
Back in 6th grade, camping with some friends. One of them has just had his parents get divorced, and had some residual personality issues. We were doing typical "I'm twelve and camping" things, rolling around in our sleepingbags and trying to spook eachother.
We all go to sleep. I wake up about five minutes later because my friend has decided that I broke his sleeping bag (wasn't broken), crawled over to me, and bashed me in the head with one of those heavy MagLite flashlights. I'm startled awake, backhand him in the face, crawl out of my sleeping-bag onto all fours and start hissing like a rabid wolverine. About fifteen seconds later we back down, start crying a bit, and he apologizes. Next day, wake up, no issues at all.
My friends still hiss at me from time to time, four years later.
[editline]9th September 2011[/editline]
I also bared my teeth.
Dis 1 tym sum kunt calld the copperz on mi so i ful calld mi cuzins on him nd we rapd him up in the as hole
Flashlight was one of these motherfuckers:
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Hurt like hell.
[QUOTE=Nautsabes;32160354]Once, when I was in like 3rd grade, I had been chosen to be the line-leader for the week (meaning I was first in line for everything). After recess though, on our way back to the class room, some asshole cut in front of me and made it back to class before me. Big mistake. I promptly grabbed him from behind and shoved him over a chair, I then threw said chair at him. It was a chair like this, but blue.
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/0sJp0.jpg[/IMG]
Another time, I think it was fourth grade, it was a festivities day. Basically it was a big arts and crafts fair that the whole school was involved in and the parents came out and everyone played games. I was on the swingset, swinging, minding my own business, and I jumped off. Everyone jumped off the swings, it was a show of badassness. Well, when I jumped off some shithead took my swing. I ran up and socked him in the face and grabbed him in a choke hold. His bitch mom spotted me and grabbed me by the ear and dragged me to the principal who then turned me over to my mother (who didn't give a shit and I went right back to playing on the swingset).[/QUOTE]
Haha you're one of those fucking agro kids with no friends
I've dished out a few and I lost one time.
Some New kid what I didn't even know would always come up to me and punch me and stuff, then one day when me and some friends We're talking he came over tripped me over than stomped on my face and kicked me in the nuts, I didn't cry or anything but it still hurt like a bitch I didn't really get up and Fight back I just got up walked back to my friends and started talking again. See No Fight needed :smile:
Last proper fight I was in was in high school back in 2004. Basically I was the nerdy quiet kid, and I preferred to keep business to myself.
Some kid started spreading around rumors that I'd agreed to fight him, which I didn't. And over the coming days it spread around the whole year. I knew it was going to have to happen eventually, everybody was talking about it, and everybody wanted it.
So it came to a friday morning, we always had to stay with our head of year for the first lesson. I was asked to stay behind by my head of year as he'd heard about the rumors, and wished to tell me that if I agreed to such a fight he would have to expel me. I told him the rumors was the typical classroom trash that gets spread around. He believed me and let me leave to go to my next lesson.
I walked straight out of the building to go to the next one, and as I walked down the side of the building and turned the last corner I saw all the kids from the year in my class, all waiting for me. I knew what was going down instantly, everyone began crowding around me (preventing my escape) while the other kid started walking up to me. At this point I was scared shitless, I didn't know if I could take this kid or not, as I wasn't much of a good fighter.
Once he got a few footsteps away from me, I got a sudden surge of adrenaline. I jumped forward kicking the other guy in his stomach. He bent over forward to cradle his stomach from the pain, at which point I grabbed his head and literally threw him over my shoulder onto the ground, at which point I kicked him in the stomach again, and retreated back to see if he gave up. At that point the teacher came out and broke it all up.
After the next lesson he'd arranged for another fight. Problem was I had no way to run from this one, my only way to my next lesson was down a narrow passage outside the building, and the teacher had already left. So I slowly edged on down the passage, and that's when everybody began crowding again. At this point the other guy charged at me and grabbed me in a grapple. We must of been like that for a good 20 seconds trying to get free and attack each other, then out of the crowd some huge fat kid, charged into both of us, knocking us into the nearby wall. And then ran away.
Me and the other guy was so confused we decided to stop fighting.
That night on my way home from school his cousin ran up behind me, kicked me to the floor, and stomped on my back a few times before running off.
That is all.
[QUOTE=cdlink14;32194263]Last proper fight I was in was in high school back in 2004. Basically I was the nerdy quiet kid, and I preferred to keep business to myself.
Some kid started spreading around rumors that I'd agreed to fight him, which I didn't. And over the coming days it spread around the whole year. I knew it was going to have to happen eventually, everybody was talking about it, and everybody wanted it.
So it came to a friday morning, we always had to stay with our head of year for the first lesson. I was asked to stay behind by my head of year as he'd heard about the rumors, and wished to tell me that if I agreed to such a fight he would have to expel me. I told him the rumors was the typical classroom trash that gets spread around. He believed me and let me leave to go to my next lesson.
I walked straight out of the building to go to the next one, and as I walked down the side of the building and turned the last corner I saw all the kids from the year in my class, all waiting for me. I knew what was going down instantly, everyone began crowding around me (preventing my escape) while the other kid started walking up to me. At this point I was scared shitless, I didn't know if I could take this kid or not, as I wasn't much of a good fighter.
Once he got a few footsteps away from me, I got a sudden surge of adrenaline. I jumped forward kicking the other guy in his stomach. He bent over forward to cradle his stomach from the pain, at which point I grabbed his head and literally threw him over my shoulder onto the ground, at which point I kicked him in the stomach again, and retreated back to see if he gave up. At that point the teacher came out and broke it all up.
After the next lesson he'd arranged for another fight. Problem was I had no way to run from this one, my only way to my next lesson was down a narrow passage outside the building, and the teacher had already left. So I slowly edged on down the passage, and that's when everybody began crowding again. At this point the other guy charged at me and grabbed me in a grapple. We must of been like that for a good 20 seconds trying to get free and attack each other, then out of the crowd some huge fat kid, charged into both of us, knocking us into the nearby wall. And then ran away.
Me and the other guy was so confused we decided to stop fighting.
That night on my way home from school his cousin ran up behind me, kicked me to the floor, and stomped on my back a few times before running off.
That is all.[/QUOTE]
I find this story exteamly funny for some strange reason.
[QUOTE=pvt.jenkins;32194276]I find this story exteamly funny for some strange reason.[/QUOTE]
When I think back I do as well.
In fact I have no idea where I got the sudden outbursts of adrenaline from because I've always been a weakling. And I know for a fact I wouldn't fight anywhere near as good as I did.
As for the second fight, that's just how I always expected a fight to go, minus the fat kid.
[editline]9th September 2011[/editline]
Wow just read over my story myself, and it sounds like a glorified movie scene... I can assure it wasn't as glorified as I wrote it.
I should get a job as a news reporter. I seem to be good at making stuff sound twice as bad as it is.
5 years old, kinder garden, pushed him into the pool, he cried
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He started hating me since then...
[QUOTE=cdlink14;32194263]then out of the crowd some huge fat kid, charged into both of us, knocking us into the nearby wall. And then ran away.
Me and the other guy was so confused we decided to stop fighting.
[/QUOTE]
Maybe that fight would have killed you, so the fat kid went back in time to stop it and disappear before anyone recognized him.
Only explanation I can come up with.
Remember once..
I was sitting in class talking to my friend when something strange happend. Matthew (my name) you suck balls! WTF i am thinking, look up and the class's most skinny and shitty looking dumb stands in the other end of the class. Then i say: "uhm... yea okay..", but he continues being a shit. I start saying if he don't wanna shut up i am going to make him shut up. "Come on, come on if you dare!". I stand up and he takes a step back.. He is scared and looks like he gonna cry and i sit down again.. He start's relaxing an says: "Pussy", i fucking got pissed of, i stand up, marching over to him and then he gets scared, pulling out his Ipod, (his only friend i guess) and start waving it at me. I knock it away (like no biggie) and then he starts crying and a teacher stops me, "what are you doing Matthew?!", "he is fucking annoying!" You started he said and the whole class said no such.. Then she turned around and said: "No more fighting!", Then he said i wouldn't dare..
Smacked his face.. Fuck him.
I once was being annoyed by some fellow making fun of my aspergers or along those lines. So I simply replied "Is that the language the dogs who raised you spoke in?".
I received a hefty punch to the face, and I went on the bastard and attacked viciously with all I had. Punch, nails, kicks, etc. The fight was broken up when a teacher pulled me away from him.
The only incident in which such a fight occured.
[QUOTE=Cone;32194495]Maybe that fight would have killed you, so the fat kid went back in time to stop it and disappear before anyone recognized him.
Only explanation I can come up with.[/QUOTE]
The Coon Save's another life in danger
[img]http://images.wikia.com/southpark/images/7/76/Coon.jpg[/img]
[QUOTE=pvt.jenkins;32194251]Some New kid what I didn't even know would always come up to me and punch me and stuff, then one day when me and some friends We're talking he came over tripped me over than stomped on my face and kicked me in the nuts, I didn't cry or anything but it still hurt like a bitch I didn't really get up and Fight back I just got up walked back to my friends and started talking again. See No Fight needed :smile:[/QUOTE]
How could you just let someone do that to you? If you had friends there did they not think to help you when this prick decides to stomp on your face?!
[QUOTE=tommo400;32195448]How could you just let someone do that to you? If you had friends there did they not think to help you when this prick decides to stomp on your face?![/QUOTE]
Eh, the new kids kinda a pussy, one of my friends later for some other reason kicked him in the nuts and punched his face in. so eh? karma?
Most fights I've ever been consisted of words, not punching or kicking.
but der waz dis 1 tiem were i kickd dis 1 dude in teh bawlz and he started cryin liek a lil baby and then i raepd him becuz im so cool and awsome and im the best at black ops ya wanna mess with me bitch ya wanna
The last "fight" I was in, was during a football game.
This 4 foot tall faggot thinks he's all that when he plays football, so I decided to throw my 180 pound weight around. He runs up to block me and the sheer momentum of my love handles knocked the kid [I]into the air[/I].
Didn't get in trouble, it was his fault he tried to block me.
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