And the law won.
And the law won.
Not really.
My most embarrassing fight was in college. There was a military base about 15 minutes from town, and I was with a friend from there, Jesse, that would come party with us on the weekends. He was your prototypical "badass", probably 5'11, like 220 and raw muscle, python arms yada yada. At the time I was in really good shape as well, I'm about 6'2 and was about 215-220 with like no fat whatsoever.
So, me and this guy would play at open mic nights and parties and shit sometimes, I played guitar and he'd sing. Unfortunately at this one open mic night the shit was set up all weird, and basically all he and I could hear was his voice, and all the crowd could hear was my guitar. Not being able to hear myself, I sucked pretty bad I'm sure.
Anyway, the next weekend we got all drunk, and basically went out looking for a fight. Conveniently enough, some kids that had seen our really bad show earlier in the week talked some shit when they recognized us.
So, I, being the lovely gentleman I was at the time, kicked one of em in the face (he was sitting down, no crazy ninja shit, I was drunk as hell lol). One of his friends apparently hit me really fucking hard, because I barely remember kicking the dude, and the next thing I remember after deciding to kick him is Jesse picking me up off the ground, us taking off (along with everyone else in the vicinity lol), and looking back seeing like 4 guys laid out and one trying to help them. And the whole left side of my face hurt really bad, and was all swolen lol.
My most entertaining fight was in 3rd grade. Fighting over cutting in line for the bathroom lol. Kid punched me, knocked out a tooth that was already loose. I thought about that for a second, remembered how the tooth fairy didn't give money for teeth if they got knocked out in a fight, and basically did like... the charlie murphy rick james slap thing, except instead of sideways into a bar top it was straight backwards into a concrete wall lol.
No fat whatsoever? That's not healthy.
HOW ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE?
Nigga eats collard greens
every now and then I realize it's probably a good thing that I'm not a huge guy or built or whatever, cause I got some nasty rage -- it's those quiet guys man, watch out
the only proper fight I ever got into, it ended cuz we were tired and let's face it, i think neither of us knew what we were doing. I got hit in the head a few times, but.. am I the only on on this? -- that sht don't hurt, I probably got knocked in the head about 3 times due to failure to protect my head trying to get a good shot on him lol
You don't have to be big to beat up a woman. You are just aiming for the wrong targets my friend.
a cool work of fiction, brother
Have you guys ever fought the power?
only fight I've ever had was on a cruise ship with three idiots that were a couple years older than me...
they were high (which a few days later they got thrown off the ship because they were caught smoking up), started a fight with me outside of the ship's arcade while there was a few people I knew around... one ended up on top of the air hockey table because he tried to rush me, and I ducked, and lifted up his legs and let him slide on it and into the wall (head first). one ended up getting thrown into a virtual-on machine after he STUPIDLY nearly let me break his arm (if you can't tell by now, I studied both Tae Kwon Do and Hapkido, and prefer the latter immensely). yo home to belair
^not good (at all, seriously) but about time
The effort put into it reflects how good it is.
quite honestly I wish it was a work of fiction because for that being my only fucking fight ever, it was pretty damn lame
I was ... 15 at the time? I think. Was a weird cruise anyway, left port on Valentine's Day that year, hung out with like 7 other people my age all from New York whose families went together on it, etc.
my only complaint was there was no DDR machine, and that sucked.
but you guys can think of a work of fiction if you want anyway, really, 'cause I still don't understand why the fuck it happened, or why randomly those three dudes (that I had seen before a couple different times) randomly started shit with me.
I hated hapkido. I have hypermobile joints ('double jointed') so my instructor (who was also my uncle, and he was a lot rougher on family members) would always use me as the example when he was showing new joint locks because he knew he could show the full range that would normally break the person's bones without actually hurting me. After a while, he got so used to using me as an example that he'd go full force on things that have nothing to do with joint locks. He'd show new kicks by kicking me full force or new throws or take downs by slamming me full force. It was mainly a tae kwon do class with bits of hapkido, so I'd more often get kicked than painless jointlocks.