[quote]mindeffer01 wrote:
This thread is freakin great. It stirs the urge to go back for one more good old slugfest. Just a big ole face punching gut wrenching throwdown.
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Dude, just don’t end up like me with a collapsed eye socket and a broken nose and jaw. I am so good looking it is scary. Like, really…it’s scary.
[quote]Michael C wrote:
mindeffer01 wrote:
This thread is freakin great. It stirs the urge to go back for one more good old slugfest. Just a big ole face punching gut wrenching throwdown.
Dude, just don’t end up like me with a collapsed eye socket and a broken nose and jaw. I am so good looking it is scary. Like, really…it’s scary.[/quote]
ooh…post pix!
[quote]Original_Demon wrote:
Apparently, one blow to the head with a baseball bat is enough to incapacitate a dick-head.
So we then put into place; “Plan B”. We decided dick-head didn’t need his clothes anymore and stripped him butt-naked. Dick-head was still a little sleepy so we decided to leave him face-down in the dirt where he laid. We hopped in our car and we drove off to celebrate and get liquored up. All the tension, all the anxiety, gone! It was like the feeling you get after destroying yourself in the gym. Pure pleasure…
So here lay “dick-head”… Butt-naked, no keys, no car, no phone… and 5 miles from town… Payback’s a bitch…
OD [/quote]
Yeah, that’s definitely not a bar fight. I think that’s called aggrevated assault- and then some… Your friend could have killed him if he wacked him just right or a little too hard. You’re also lucky that guy didn’t run to the cops.
Never fight an ugly person because they have nothing to lose.
Thats what my old man use to tell me 
Just thought i’d add that
Peace
HHH
[quote]Original_Demon wrote:
Anyway, 40 feet, 30 feet, this guy was getting closer and my heart felt like it was ripping out of my chest! 20 feet, 10 feet, man what have I got myself into this time! This is insane! I looked across from me to see what my friend was doing but he was gone! WTF! By this time dick-head was right up to the driver’s side door and I was still in a shitty, well lit, spotlight! Out of nowhere I hear, “Hey asshole!” I looked up, and around the the front of dick-head’s truck, was my friend walking up to him.
At this time I fully understood the meaning of fight-or-flight! I sprung up and yelled something along the lines of, “Hey fucker”! Right when I said that, dick-head looked back across at me… “CRACK”!!! Dick-head falls like a limp noodle. Did I run over to defend my friend, yes I did. Did I need to? Apparently not… Dick-head wasn’t very spunky anymore after that. Apparently, one blow to the head with a baseball bat is enough to incapacitate a dick-head.
OD [/quote]
so to sum up, you and your mate snuck up on a unsuspecting guy and king hit him in the head with a baseball bat while he was looking the otherway?
top story champ, thats one i would keep to myself if i were you
Eh, IF everything else O_D posted in that story was true and completely accurate, I say fuck that guy, and he got what he had coming to him.
Somebody that’s that big of a piece of shit gets no sympathy from me. One less immature, wannabe 3rd-grade bully mother fucker if he did die. People who prey on others have bugged me since I was very young, and still to this day find it to be ridiculous. People who show no common human decency are like the cancer of society.
That guy’d been doing that shit to people (or at least one, but I doubt that.) for years. Fuck him. He got what he had given out, only he got it all at once. Life sucks that way sometimes.
Good for your boy, O_D.
Kubo
The only fight I have ever been went well for me, but I was very lucky. I was in a bar, chatting to some girl for for about 10 minutes when some big lug lifts me off my bar stool (Literally, I was 6’2 170lb at the time so moving me probably wasn’t that hard. 3 years and 17lb later I am not doing a whole lot better now). He slamed me aginst a pillar and informed me I was hitting on his mates girlfriend. As “luck” would have it the boyfriend came out of nowhere and takes a swing at my head. I was still pinned against the pillar but managed to squirm down as the guy swung so he missed and broke his hand and wrist against the pillar (He was sceaming like a bitch from here on in). The bloke who was holding me let go to take a swing but I managed to get in a solid headbutt. I must have a head like a brick because there was blood everywhere. It was like his head exploded and he ruined one of my favourate shirts 
I think the guy with the broken nose wanted “some more” but luckely the bouncers stepped in.
The bar girl told them what had happened and they thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. The bouncers were two big Maori guys and the blokes that I fought were not much smaller! They said they had to kick me out (bar policy) but that they would let me back in in one hour, “because I was such a funny cunt”. Tried to clean my shirt in the dunnies, then called my mates (who were playing pool downstairs and had no idea what had happened) and told them I would have a beer at the pub down the road and be back in an hour.
So I at the pub nursing a beer until a cute brunette sits next to me. Despite my blood-soaked shirt (blood goes a brown-red colour so it looked like a BBQ sause stain!) i managed to pick up and got laid. Lady luck was definatly in my corner that night!
Never been in a bar fight, twice I’ve stepped in on domestics when things looked like they might get out of hand, one guy threw a few but I’m 6’3" and 220 (he was about 5’6") so I was able to tap him in the throat a few times to stop him connecting. His girlfriend made him apologise to me 
I have had a concrete block thrown through the window of a bus at me. The guy was screaming at me to get off the bus, but with odds of 5 to 1 and one of them with a block, drunk as I was, I decided it probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
My baby bro is a different story, one of his friends was on the receiving end of a good kicking from a bunch of lads. A week later my bro and 8 of his buddys were in the pub. My bro and the guy who got beat up were at the bar on their own getting a beer when 2 of the guys who did the kicking walked in.
One of them hit my bro in the back of the head with a bottle. Now we’re not talking a bud bottle but a good old heavy 1 pint cider bottle, the reusable kind.
The bro brushed the broken glass out of his hair, turned around and said “Right. Who the fuck did that?”
The two guys truned to run, found 7 guys coming from one direction, 3 doormen coming form the other. The doormen saved them
The same baby bro was out again another night with some buddys. A guy next to them at the bar started giving the barman shit and eventually broke a glass off the bar and threatened the barman. Before anyone could react, one of the bros buddys who does martial arts had the guy rolled up in a ball and was holding his face over the broken glass telling him how to behave. Que doormen, lots of thanks and free pints all round.
Roll on a week. The bro, same buddys, same bar, stopped on the door.
“Whats the problem?”
“You’re barred”
“We’re barred? What the fuck! This guys saved your barmans ass last week”
“I know, but he’s a fucking pshyco! You’re all barred.”
Doormen the world over all seem to be the same…
[quote]EvilT wrote:
Doormen the world over all seem to be the same…[/quote]
Who knows, maybe that loser was the owner’s son/a relative. Other than that, I have no idea why the hell they would want to throw him out if he saved the barman. Doesn’t make any sense.
Me and my buds often used to go to a club in Cape Town called Springfield that used to have specials on booze. The one night was tequila night, man it was 50c a tequila and we got shit faced.
Anyway, there was a cricket match in Newlands and afterwards you had all the guys filtering into the club having being pissing it up all day, most of them were standing in the entrance to the club pinching women’s arses as they came in but one grabbed my then-girlfriends tits. Now, I don’t know what it is about tequila but I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff when people have been drinking the stuff. I punched this guy and it was off. Someone told me afterwards that it was like one of those bar brawls you see in the old westerns, you know, with people swinging off lampshades and shit. The barmen were jumping over the bar with chairs and people were jumping off the bar as if they were about to crowd surf…everyone joined in, a day out at the beach.
I got jumped upon and some guy tried to gouge my eye out which surprised me cause I was used to the swing and duck approach, no dirty stuff. I was pissed with the titty grabbing thing and tequiled up to the gills so I grabbed the hand that he was using to try to “eye” me and I bit his finger as hard as I could. I remember him screaming and I managed to turn around under him and shove my thumb into his nose.
Man, I was so glad that I benched that day cause I dug my thumbnail into his septum and pushed like fuck! what a sight, his head getting dragged up the wall with my thumb in his nostril screaming his lungs out, that’ll teach him.
ANyway, ambulances picked up 10 people that night and they never had a tequila night again. That was the only fight I ever started. After that the fights I got into got progressively dirtier, not what I was used to so I don’t anymore. I mean, not sounding old here but in my day when you knocked someone down and he was out that was the end of it. No tap dancing on his head afterwards!
Cheers,
Bmf
Last time I drank tequilla me and a buddy of mine started scrapping with eachother. The thing is was paraplegic. He had a realy good grip though and when he locked on to you he would just punch the crap out of you with the other hand. A couple of guys interupted my getting smacked around by a guy in a chair. Eric looks at them and tells them to chill out because we were just screwing around. The one guy whon’t back off and Eric looks at him and says “Have you ever been beaten with a wheel chair?”. The guy backs off and we rambled on to the next bar, laughing our balls off.
I realy miss him sometimes.He couldn’t stand life with restraints any more and took himself out. I don’t mean to be a wet blanket, but that tequilla story just triggered that memory.
The good old days… no knives, no kicking a man when he is down. Kinda gets risky nowadays.