[quote]JASE72 wrote:
thats my 2 cents, was i wrong in reacting like that?
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Nope. Good job!
[quote]NeelyDan wrote:
NeelyDan vs. Guelph, Ontario University Football Team
Setting: Joe Rockhead’s, Guelph, Ontario
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probably the best explained, articulately written fight story ive ever heard. i think the 3rd person aspect really took it over the top!!! good job!
I have been in a few scraps:
In middle school, i got punched right in the jaw in the middle of math class when the teacher stepped out to make some copies, i was shocked and didn’t move, lets just say that i was made fun of for the rest of my 8th grade…
So since my experience was limited and i did not want this happening in high school i got into about 13 fights freshman year… They were all “sanctioned” by the seniors “Freshman Fight Club Fridays”… Lets just say at 5’7 and 200 at a magnet school for technology, i was the biggest freshman, and every fight ended up with me tackling the guy and beating him for a bit…Then one Friday i beat up this kid, then his older brother and band of cousins kicked my ass downtown so i decided to stop fighting.
I changed my circle of friends and decided fighting was not for me, i got paranoid and i was always scared when walking alone around the city even though Stamford doesn’t have any crime,lol…
Last fight was senior year, some freaking douche bag ed hardy, spiky hair tanned BRAH was walking with his tapout wearing MMA BEAST back from school, it was in the middle of the winter, and there was snow on the ground, BRAH number one throws a snowball at me, they must have been high, because i was 5’11 and 250, they were 140~150lb with HAWT ABZ, so i turn around and tell them to fuck off,
so tapout BEAST throws a ice ball, hits my head, so now i have blood down my face and neck, i run towards them, i tackle the tapout guy, the BRAH goes on to “TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WINTER TO SHOW ABZ”, so i punch the TAPOUT guy in the face 2-3 times, he was telling me he was just playing so i stopped… BUT “BRAH” decides it was not over, and that the 54$ he paid for the UFC 90 PPV would not go to waste, so he attempts a head lock, being as he was only 140lb, i was able to bring him up all the way and reenact one of Rampage Jacksons most famous slams, bad thing was that my head hit the ground so i knocked myself out as well, even though this happened in the snow covered grass (thank god)… If it wasn’t for one of my friends that had to drive back to school to get his laptop and saw me on the floor, i probably would have died for having my face in the snow…
My last bar fight was about 10 years ago. I started drinking promptly after work, probably about 5:00 or so and ran out of beer at around 11:00. I headed down to my usual dive to finish off the night. It’s a pretty crappy hole in the wall, lots of coke, stinks like piss and urinal cakes, and there were usualy a couple of skanky bar flies that were still ugly at last call.
I get settled in with a beer and start talking to a few buddies of mine. Standard stuff, when one guy stops me and points out a guy messing with my hat, gloves and jacket(it was winter). He’s riffling through, probably looking for something valuable. I yell over to him to quit fucking with my stuff, and he sets it down and continues drinking.
He comes over to us a couple minutes later and starts talking shit to my friend Ronnie, who is a total fag and wouldn’t fight if his life depended on it. The bartender tells him to knock it off and he calls her a fat whore. I turned on him at this point and asked him if he wanted to take it outside. He says sure, after you. He was closer to the door and didn’t want to turn around, and I didn’t want to go first and expose my back, so I cracked him square on the teeth with a sharp jab. He buckled for a second, then launched at me with a high right hook from waay back. I ducked under and locked around his waist, then threw him up and over- down to the floor. Just a basic throw. I let him up to see what he’d do, and he did the same damn thing, so I threw him again. I knew the cops would be there soon so I just kept him busy tying up with him and pushing him back, locking up again, etc., and in between he keeps throwing these wide sloppy hooks. I hear the cops pull up and I tied up with him once more then gave him a shove. He returned with one of those hooks which I let glance off of my cheekbone just as the first of about 6 cops comes through the door.
My cheek opens up just enough to trickle a little blood and the cop tackles the guy to the ground. The others rush in and see him and cop 1 tangled up, then take the sticks to the guy.
Once all of the statements were taken and everything calmed down I had free beer until last call, and that was the only fight I ever got into that didn’t end up with me going to jail.
[quote]SkyzykS wrote:
Once all of the statements were taken and everything calmed down I had free beer until last call, and that was the only fight I ever got into that didn’t end up with me going to jail.
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Tell us a story that did end up with you going to jail then.
Please.
[quote]Pootie Tang wrote:
Last time I was in a Street Fight it was against this bald headed tall dude, and he kept naming his attacks (Tiger kick, Tiger uppercut) . I gathered my chi and kicked his ass with a spinning leg kick. Out of no where some dude walked in and said “KEN WINS!” It was great. [/quote]
lol i saw that fight when i was in thailand were you in red???
First off Neelydan that story was ace. I have two fight stories to tell: the first was at about 3am, I was walking back from my ex’s house down this long road. It was cold as hell and I was a bit high so not paying much attention to what was going on around me.
This crackhead jumps me from behind, pushes me up against a the wall and points a knife at my eye screaming at me to give him my money. At that point something snapped in my head as I had nothing I could give him and I thought he was going to kill me.
I grabbed his arm which was holding the knife and smacked his elbow right on the joint, it broke. I then hit him with a left and a right to the head and he went down. After that I stamped on him a couple of times and ran all the way home.
Story number 2 isn’t really a fight story but it’s funny so…
me and 2 of my mates(John & Dom) are walking down the same stretch of road, Dom is talking on the phone and lagging a bit behind me and John. I group of about 12 kids appear out of nowhere and start encircling dom, he drops his phone and they all start closing in saying “he’s dropped his phone lets get him!”.
as soon as we here that me and John turn around perfectly in sync and just stand there staring them down. they all froze for a few seconds… then ran. we found this funny as hell.
past spring, me and some buddies came out of a hockey game, and got jumped by some locals, he had curfew calls, so we dealt with the wasted wanna be tough guys then hurried back
The last street fight I was in was about 15 years ago. I got my cheekbone broken in three places. That wasn’t fun. I tend to avoid fighting as much as possible now.
I do need to say that if I ever do get in a fight again, that it likely won’t be an issue, as I’m a master of karate and friendship for everyone.
[quote]AngryVader wrote:
The last street fight I was in was about 15 years ago. I got my cheekbone broken in three places. That wasn’t fun. I tend to avoid fighting as much as possible now.
I do need to say that if I ever do get in a fight again, that it likely won’t be an issue, as I’m a master of karate and friendship for everyone. [/quote]
Day-man? is that you?
Not my fight but I gotta share this one because I laughed my ass off.
I was in New Orleans on my honeymoon, and we were walking in the french quarter. It was around midnight or so, and we happened upon 2 men having a dispute…
one guy was a huge Samoan guy who looked to be in his late 20’s early 30’s who was on shift working as a security guard for a hotel, the other was a drunk black dude who looked to be a haggered 45-50 years old.
The samoan guy refused the other guy entry into the underground parking area as we were walking by and the guy snapped. He starts yelling at him, calling him on, calling him fat, and even postures as though he is going to hit him.
He finally literally squares off in a boxing stance and calls the Samoan dude on (while squared off and looking like he is about to swing, and well within range to do so)…
“Come on bitch…fight me you F-ing pussy, what the F is stopping you from hitting me?”
The Samoan guy (still calm as hell, has not even uncrossed his arms from across his chest) says “pride motherfucker”
The drunk guy of course loses it, and takes a swing, but he is drunk, loses his footing and slips and falls and hurts himself. The Samoan guy literally did not even blink when he took a swing, arms still crossed the whole time, he stops looking at the guy and returns to vacant stare out into the street.
The guy is so embarassed that he sheepishly picks himself up and stumbles off into the night while the Samoan guy has already disregarded him and did not look at him again…
It was the shit that movies are made of, and my wife and I got to witness the whole thing from like 10 feet away…It was all I could do to not bust out laughing, but I didnt want the hassle of the drunk guy turning his attention to me and my wife.
So we enjoyed a warm embrace and eye contact with a little smirk to relay that we both knew we had just witnessed something truly special!!!
Last fight I got into was on Spring Break last year. Im sitting at a table with some buddies drinkin a few beers in cancun.
these two ridicuously wasted football players come onto our scene and ask “who started saying shit” Well we had not seen these two kids in our entire life so one of us said “fuck off”
Next thing I new I had four hands on my neck, I didn’t say “fuck off” either i was just the closest to them, and they took me completely by surprise. Security saw, they came down and the two drunk guys, ran right into a 5 inch think window/wall.
Both were hauled off to jail. We all laughed, I had bruises on my neck and we finished the night off at a few clubs.
Forgot about another weird street fight. I was walking through a bad part of town with my GF of the time. Its about 2:30 in the morning. Its safe to say this place is the “hood” of my town.
All of a sudden i get a tap on my shoulder and I turn around immedietly knocking the intruders hand away from me with my forearm. I immediately retract my arm and set my footing. Self defence training paid off.
This guy is a huge meth head and is completely out of his mind at right now. He’s asking me for money, I tell him to leave multiple times, and he doesn’t. He approaches me quickly and I palm jab him in the nose. He retracts and left quickly.
Plenty of crazy meth crimes around here, and I dont want to deal with them.
[quote]The Savage wrote:
When I was 14 I had a friend that was Lebanese, cool guy, his family moved from NY the Bronx. Anyway his older cousin owned a Diner near our house. He wanted to show off his cousin’s wife as aparently she had huge natural knockers and the horn dog I was I wanted to check it out for myself.
We went in and hi cousin was there, introduced me and I saw his wife, holy shit huge naturals however kind of a butter face. I never stared at her or anything. My friend then said we had to go and his cousin tells us to wash the dishes before we go. I was like, what? We didn’t eat anything. I told him no laughingly thinking it was a joke.
He said if I didn’t wash the dishes he would kick my ass. I laughed again and then he said to his friend sitting in a booth to take me outside and kick my ass! His friend was 18 and got up and grabbed me by the back of the neck and hauled me outside to the back of the diner I couldn’t run away. My friend who was also 14 ran home to get his Dad.
Anyway the guy then proceeded to give me the beating of my life, it ended when he tried to kick me in the head and I moved out of the way and he sprang his ankle and so then I ran home.
I get home and my father asked what the fuck happened to me, I told him not to worry about it I was so angry at myself for not being able to fight back. My Dad brought me to the clinic and I had bruised ribs, a blackeye and various other bruises around my body.
My Dad has a weak heart and I didn’t want him to take matters into his own hands. I wouldn’t cooperate with cops because I didn’t want to get my friend in trouble. His Dad apparently kicked his cousins ass, I just told my Dad I would take care of it later.
Well, fast forward 4 years, now I’m 18 with a background of football, basketball and weights. I come home from school and lo and behold I see the guy from 4 years ago. I walked up to him, I must have looked twice his size and that’s not saying much as he was probably a buck fifty soaking wet.
He was a little taller than me but back then he must have been a foot taller. I asked him if he knew who I was and he said no, I then said maybe this will remind you and punched the shit out of him. My Dad could see from the window what was going on and didn’t call the cops (it was a one sied fight anyway).
I then told the guy, kids grow up fucker.
I went into the house and my Dad looked at me like WTF? I told him, I took care of it. He looked lost for few moments and then it hit him, and I said ,yeah that was the guy. [/quote]
Epic.
Not me but a crazy guy I met:
Me and my buddy drove to Daytona for Spring Break one year and stayed at my buddie’s brother’s frat house. One of the fraternity brothers was this little skinny guy that used to talk shit to everyone, but he was so small no one ever worried about him.
The little skinny dude would say he was like a karate, boxer, wrestler, killer dude and that he’d kick anyone’s ass that said different.
We went out drinking and the little skinny guy starts talking shit to these 2 guys in a bar. It’s like 2 in the morning and the guys followed us out of the bar when we left. They took a shotgun out of the trunk of their car and pointed it at the little skinny guy.
We all basically shit our pants except for the little skinny dude who knocked the gun to the side and knocked the guy out with one punch. The other guy turns and runs.
The little skinny dude then calls 911 from a payphone (it was late 80s) and tells the cops he wants to press charges on the guy for pulling a gun on him.
The point of the story is I was in Daytona for Spring Break and didn’t get laid, but saw a pretty cool fight.
haha normally those stories end exactly the opposite way, good to hear an anti-hollywood version
[quote]NeelyDan wrote:
haha normally those stories end exactly the opposite way, good to hear an anti-hollywood version [/quote]
Huh? That’s the anti-hollywood version? Did I miss the Bruce Lee movie where he gets blown away by a shotgun?
[quote]Thomas Gabriel wrote:
NeelyDan wrote:
haha normally those stories end exactly the opposite way, good to hear an anti-hollywood version
Huh? That’s the anti-hollywood version? Did I miss the Bruce Lee movie where he gets blown away by a shotgun?
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The Crow?
well normally when you hear a little guy talk shit about how indestructible he is he’s got a glass jaw worse than rainjack’s and is knocked out by a single punch
[quote]Testy1 wrote:
Thomas Gabriel wrote:
NeelyDan wrote:
haha normally those stories end exactly the opposite way, good to hear an anti-hollywood version
Huh? That’s the anti-hollywood version? Did I miss the Bruce Lee movie where he gets blown away by a shotgun?
The Crow?
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WOAH.
That made me… laugh.
(backs down)