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##spiderbaby##
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3rd grade- ass kicked while sharpening my pencel
4th grade- punched in the stomach and almost puked, nobody had told me your supposed to tighten your stomach for a punch lol.
10th grade- wouldnt back down to a group of kids at my new school. Thank god a couple of teachers threw them off me, I got in one decent punch then was tackled and kicked until I was blood from head to toe. Took about 15 seconds. 22 stitches and a dislocated shoulder.
not a loss since but I dont go looking for it either. maybe 10 street fights since 10th grade.
Christmas time- should have gotten my ass kicked by three guys but instead took the talker of the group down with two punches and proceeded to tell the other two if they wanted some. I said "you want this?" they did nothing, I left.
Oh btw, I'm telling everyone, it was great.
##spiderbaby##
4th grade- punched in the stomach and almost puked, nobody had told me your supposed to tighten your stomach for a punch lol.
10th grade- wouldnt back down to a group of kids at my new school. Thank god a couple of teachers threw them off me, I got in one decent punch then was tackled and kicked until I was blood from head to toe. Took about 15 seconds. 22 stitches and a dislocated shoulder.
not a loss since but I dont go looking for it either. maybe 10 street fights since 10th grade.
Christmas time- should have gotten my ass kicked by three guys but instead took the talker of the group down with two punches and proceeded to tell the other two if they wanted some. I said "you want this?" they did nothing, I left.
Oh btw, I'm telling everyone, it was great.
##spiderbaby##
the nature boy
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everybody was kung fu fightin'
SofaGeorge
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I don't get in fights, I think primarily because a mature adult doesn't have any need or reason to get in fights. On a couple occasions over the last many years I've had to clock a dirt bag or put somebody through a picnic table, but it was never for sport. The fight that has always stuck with me though, and I can't say this is one I lost (but I sure didn't win it) was when I was 17 in high school...
When I was 12 I was one of those screaming kids who was hooked on Bruce Lee movies. I got my mom to sign me up for martial arts classes as soon as I could, and by the time I was 17 I was training 3-4 hours a day... seven days a week. I had very fast kicks.
A guy who had gone to my high school dropped out and joined the army. Right after basic training was over he came back to school to visit with his buzz cut, new army muscles (basic training was TOUGH back then) and an attitude that he was going to get in a fight to show everybody how tough he was no matter what. He was a big guy. He out weighted me by about 75 lbs... and he could bench over 300 lbs... which back then to us was a lot.
He kept harrassing me, and I tried to blow him off, right up until he cornered me in a stairwell and loudly announced he was going to kick my ass. I got back in stance and waited for him. He charged in and I nailed him right in the head with the hardest kick I ever could have laid on a guy. I was wearing shoes and I felt like I pretty nearly had to have cracked his skull. He hit the concrete hard... stayed down... down... till we thought maybe he was unconscious... then he moved... then he got back up and raised his fists again and said, "Okay, you got in a lucky one."
He came charging in again. I caught him hard and fast again with a second kick to the head (back then they didn't teach you not to do head kicks... today they say nothing above the waist). He went down... jaw wobbled and maybe broken... blood coming out the side of his mouth... and then he gets right back up... very unsteady... hands back in position... getting ready to come in a third time and says, "Okay, now you've got in two lucky ones."
Got to admit the whole situation was scarring the shit out of me. I was nailing that guy as clean and hard as I ever possibly could... and nothing seemed to effect him.
The fight ended when a couple girls got in between us and refused to move until we stopped fighting.
I've always remembered that guy as my own personal Terminator. He just kept coming back. I truly think time would have been on his side.
When I was 12 I was one of those screaming kids who was hooked on Bruce Lee movies. I got my mom to sign me up for martial arts classes as soon as I could, and by the time I was 17 I was training 3-4 hours a day... seven days a week. I had very fast kicks.
A guy who had gone to my high school dropped out and joined the army. Right after basic training was over he came back to school to visit with his buzz cut, new army muscles (basic training was TOUGH back then) and an attitude that he was going to get in a fight to show everybody how tough he was no matter what. He was a big guy. He out weighted me by about 75 lbs... and he could bench over 300 lbs... which back then to us was a lot.
He kept harrassing me, and I tried to blow him off, right up until he cornered me in a stairwell and loudly announced he was going to kick my ass. I got back in stance and waited for him. He charged in and I nailed him right in the head with the hardest kick I ever could have laid on a guy. I was wearing shoes and I felt like I pretty nearly had to have cracked his skull. He hit the concrete hard... stayed down... down... till we thought maybe he was unconscious... then he moved... then he got back up and raised his fists again and said, "Okay, you got in a lucky one."
He came charging in again. I caught him hard and fast again with a second kick to the head (back then they didn't teach you not to do head kicks... today they say nothing above the waist). He went down... jaw wobbled and maybe broken... blood coming out the side of his mouth... and then he gets right back up... very unsteady... hands back in position... getting ready to come in a third time and says, "Okay, now you've got in two lucky ones."
Got to admit the whole situation was scarring the shit out of me. I was nailing that guy as clean and hard as I ever possibly could... and nothing seemed to effect him.
The fight ended when a couple girls got in between us and refused to move until we stopped fighting.
I've always remembered that guy as my own personal Terminator. He just kept coming back. I truly think time would have been on his side.
the nature boy
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lol me too. except I had some wiggers involved when I got jumped. One of the wiggers was behind me and nailed me with a sunday sucker punch. I got knocked down and became very disoriented. I thought I was done for since there was like 8 of em, but they got distracted and I took off. I saw one of my buddies running down the street in fear, I never saw him run so fast in my life. I called him Carl Lews for like 2 years afterwards. He would have got his ass kicked if he tried to help.
2 nights later myself and 7 friends came up to his house in the middle of the night, each of us carrying 2-3 lb stones in each hand. We totally destroyed his house. My buddy threw like 4 rocks into his bedroom window. Looking back on that what we did was real stupid. Someone could have gotten killed. But I was 19 so what did I know.
It's funny though, I saw the dude that punched me a few years later, he was bagging groceries.
2 nights later myself and 7 friends came up to his house in the middle of the night, each of us carrying 2-3 lb stones in each hand. We totally destroyed his house. My buddy threw like 4 rocks into his bedroom window. Looking back on that what we did was real stupid. Someone could have gotten killed. But I was 19 so what did I know.
It's funny though, I saw the dude that punched me a few years later, he was bagging groceries.
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