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Hashishi

Amen.

There's no fear like hitting someone and having their face whip back round to look you in the eye. My only fights have been short scuffs way back in school and some random drunken incidents in town that never really came to much...for which I'm glad, believe me.

I used to get loud and leary when I was drinking but I learnt fast after waking up one morning with an ear the size of a glove and keeper's ring imprint in it...and absolutely no recollection of how it happened. I was told later (beliiieeve me I was told ), but apparently I went from vertical to horizontal in the blink of an eye when the punch was landed.

I spoke to the guy who hit me weeks after and apparently I was being a right dick.

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TimeGuardian

I've only been in a few minor fights.

One when I was drunk and went by my school at their lunch(didn't go that day, had gone to a friends apartment). I saw this guy I use to hang out with and play fight whos weighs like 250, but not muscular, just fat, and I was like "I challenge you to mortal kombat!", and he agreed to actually fight me. So he comes up and the fight goes like this:

He swings, I duck under it, grab under his knees, lift him up and slam him as hard as i could on the pavement, my perception was a little off so I hurt him but left my head beside him as he was falling so I slammed my face directly on the pavement, and had my hands under that fat fellah so my hand got all cut up and bloody.

I was on top of him and just held his arms, didn't hit him cause there was no way he was getting up and was defenseless, and he was a friend of mine so I wasn't going to pummel the shit out of him.

Everyone watching started laughing cause I was slurring my words laughing while on top of this guy about knocking myself out on the pavement. Then the guy I was on bursts out laughing, we shake hands and I jet the scene to go back to the liquor store.

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imnotlow

I've been in a few fights here and there but only one is worth telling.

Ok so me and my friend Tyler are sitting outside the movie theatre waiting for our ride. Now this black kid and his girl friend were sitting kinda near us, all of a sudden i hear the the black kid yell out "Yall is fags" so Tyler and I both turn around and look to see who hes talking to...Sure enough it was us. So i reply with "what"? then the black kid comes back with "yeah your fags" then his girlfriend turns around and says " dont worry about him hes on crack".

So about 10 minutes went by and im just sitting there thinking about what i should do about this. I damn well know if i was black that kid would not have called me a fag, but being white and in a area with a majority of black people the white guys are sort of looked down upon.

So Tylers mom rolls up to pick us up, so i walk by the kid and by now i knew i was gonna fight this guy, so i give him a really mean ass look... he says what the fuck you looking at? and i flat out say ya wanna go? As soon as the kid got up i just rushed his ass and hit him dead in his face a good 3 times, he starts backing up and gives me a pretty good hit in my lip, he keeps backin up now so hes about 2 feet away from me. So the kid keeps backing up and all of a sudden he slips over a curb and busts his head on a fire hydrant!! i proceed to jump on him and give him a good ground n pound.

Out of no where a cop tackles me down, i land on my side, i automatically put my hands out to get cuffed, the cop couldnt get the cuffs on me cuz i was on my side but the fat fucker was puttin all his weight against me so i couldnt really turn flat on my belly... He starts screaming stuff like Quit fucking restraining, then BAM i get hit with a nightstick !! so i struggle to tell him that im stuck and he needs to stop putting all this weight on me. He wasnt hearing any part of it, so finally after alot of painfull squirming he gets the cuffs on me.

This cop was a complete A hole... When my dad arrives to pick me up the cop tells him i was being defiant and restraining arrest!!!

and to finish it all off the cops jacked 2 dollars from me when they searched me!

troublemaker_42

Or, quite possibly....the money fell out of your pocket while your were either fighting with the kid or getting tackled by the cop. I don't know too many cops that would bother jacking some kid for a couple of bucks.

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Perplexed Pixie

This brings me back to the 9th grade 1987. Up untill then there were no challengers you see this chick was a real bitch we all hated her when she got drunk. Anyway this one day it was all arranged we were to meet on the hill at the park where I proceided to slam her face into the ground after that I never had anymore challengers. Yup I was a bad ass and I still am although today you have to worrie about getting your ass shot..

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Itzamna

Love UFC, that and cartoons are practically all i watch on tv

After i regained conciousness, they told me that 1. my head went back and forth like in the cartoons and 2. like in the UFC, i started seizing up....

Still feel like my brain is fried yet i'm finally 4 years later getting the help i need.

UFC 61

I saw Shamrock get his ass beat again, suprise suprise, too bad the ref fucked up and stopped it too early

Anyone know the results from Tim Vs Andrea and the other matches

imnotlow

No the cop took it... when he searched me he put all my stuff on the car and when he put everything back in, the two dollars were not put back in =(

L0st_St0ker

i'm a lover, not a fighter

then again i'm gonna become both, i'm personal training a pro boxer and i'm dropping the price if he teaches me once a week on sundays. I'll still do everything possible to avoid a fight but would like to hold myself up if there was no option

Bhikku

I used to fight with my younger brother all the time, but I don't really count those fights. Siblings are different.

Other than that, I've been in two fights. In one of them, a girl in my school who had taken a random disliking to me had been irritating the hell out of me for weeks. One day, out of nowhere, she shoves me passing me in the locker room. Since I had been doing nothing but minding my own business, I was startled into shoving her back, and then it was on. We scuffled for a few minutes (mainly girl fight hair-pulling and shrieking on her side, but I got a few good punches in);it ended with me throwing her back against the lockers and telling her that if she ever touched me without my permission again, I would whip her ass. She got the point.

The only other real fight I've been in was over my younger brother. One day when we were walking home from school, my younger brother was stupid enough to call an older guy from our school a fag because he had two earrings, and the older guy chased him down and started to hit him. I had no intentions of standing by while someone beat the crap out of my little brother, so I pulled the guy off my brother, pinned him to the ground, and whaled the hell out of him. Finally, one of the crossguards saw us in a row and started to come towards us, so me and my brother lit out through the neighborhoods and jumped down into the drainage ditch, where we escaped.

So I've won two for two.

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iamskfan

Ok, well, mine was a sibling fight....here is the only fight with a girl I have ever been in...

This chick was renting a room from me and my ex husband. Our son was a little less than two years old. Now, this girl didn't like kids, but she knew we had the one. We told her it was up to her to keep her things put away AND her door closed...if she didn't want him in there, it was up to her to keep him out.

So, anyway, one day, she left her door open and while I was in the front part of the house cleaning, he went in there and broke one of her clocks. So, now the problems begin.

She comes home cussing me over the clock. bye bye...that is how that works. We gave her a 30 day notice to move out. don't call my son names and get away with it. Anyway, during this 30 days she did several shitty things...like dumping the cat litter box all over the floor and smashing it in the capret this gets her 30 days dropped to 10. She took my clothes that were hanging on the clothes line and put them in a trash can full of rain water and here is her 10 days dropped to 24 hours.

I already had the cops out there several times, everytime she would pull one of her shitty stunts, I would call the police chief and have him come look at it and tell me what i was allowed to do within the law...I knew I was in the right. Anyway, she came home that afternoon and with son on hip, I go outside and proceed to tell her she has 24 hours to get out of the house (not that nicely though). Now, since the confrontation over the son breaking her clock, we have RARELY spoken and it hadn't been friendly.

I told her this...she swung at me and hit my son and knocked him out of my arms. I make sure he is alright, I put him down...and I beat the HOLY HELL out of her. I mean beat her to a pulp. I blacked out from anger and rage ...and when the neighbor came running around the corner to see what was going on...I was holding her by her ponytail...bent over b/c she was on the ground unconscious...and i was still hitting her. When she came too...she gathered a small bag and left. She came back the next morning with 3 great big guys and they packed her things and left.

I broke my pinky the first time I hit her. She didn't even get a punch in on me. She threw the first swing, hit my son...and that was it for her. other than my broken pinky, she sustained a broken nose and stitches to her cheek, two black eyes and lots of swelling

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