hahahah...you so crazyyyyyyyyyyy!! and for the record it happened right as you left..biattttttttch!

Halloween. Some punk 6 year old shows up on my doorstep dressed in a bunny outfit and yells "TRICK OR TREAT" when I open the door.

I knocked her down, grabbed her bag of candy she had and closed the door.

Two mins later, another knock. I open the door and she hits me in the balls. Bitch comes into my house while I'm laying on the ground crying and takes back her bag of candy, kicks me in the nuts again on the way out, and then leaves.

S'okay, though...I ate three of her candy bars before she got the bag back. Dumbass.

Hmm... it's been almost a year no I think but I was at my brothers hose for our weekly thursday night drunk fest and we were all pretty taosted... anyway this guy was there that nobody particularly cared for and he started giving my brother shit. I didn't worry about it to much until he made some pretty serious threats and I attemted to step in... the guy started giving me shit and I told him he should leave... that set the guy off and he started to taunt me... I was as I said a little toasted so I was not making the best decisions in the world and the guy really pissed me off so I made a move towards him. When I did two of my "friends" grabbed me but it was to late. The fucker clocked me in the side of the head. I was dazed for a few seconds and when I regained my senses the guy was running towards his car like a little bitch. I actually tore my rotator cuff trying to get loose from the guys holding me. I am glad they stopped me now because I honestly think I would have killed the fucker if they had let me go. Thanks guys. :thumbsup

Me and 2 of my friends against 3 drunk fireman prolly 5 years ago.

My face still hurts kinda.

heheh

and this one time at bandcamp....

I think it was 99..... drunk bar fun. Fletch beats some old lady pool shark who proceeds to slap him for some remark a bit later. So I was at the other end of the bar, did not see this, and proceeded to go see what happened as I wanted to make the situation better.

So I walk up and say "hey sorry, we are both really drunk (or something like that)," and she said something like "yeah well that is why I slapped him." Well my smile quickly left and I punched her in the face. Next thing I know her old hag boyfriend hits me, I fall down, and my big 6 foot tall friend picked me up and dragged me to the other end of the bar. Nobody wanted to fight back the elderly drunken bar trash, or get in trouble with the cops. They were regulars there as well.

So we got 86'd, and I was totally pissed. The next day I did find out that another friend who was there managed to pick up the old guy's glasses which fell off when he hit me. He pretended like he was gonna give them back, and then broke them instead in front of the guy, and had to run out of there pretty fast. :1orglaugh

But black eyes kind of suck. Once I had a beer bottle broken over my head, and luckily walked away with only a tiny scratch on my face.

I have dramatically slowed down my partying these days. I'm much nicer now. I have more than enough scars.

I almost got in a fight yesterday. If the guy would have said one more thing... I would have hit him.

I was at Subway getting a sandwich when this guys walks in. I turned around and say...

Me: "Hi, how are ya".
Him: "Good thanks...how are you?"
Me: "Im good too...nice weather we are having"
Him: "Yes it is nice weather for October"

I tell ya people... fuckers like this deserve an ass kicking. Im glad he shut his mouth when he did!

10-11 years ago. Kicked some butt. Its funny that big guys with beer bellys think they just because you are skinny/wiry you're not in good shape and don't have a clue on how to give someone a beating...!

The guy was in such disbelief he came back for a rematch.....

almost two months ago, i attacked my boyfriend because.. i dunno, mood swing. i went at him as hard as i could but he's nearly a foot taller than me.. so of course his arms are longer.
so i'd run at him and he'd hold me back or push me down when i wouldn't stop. it was rather comical. i'd keep getting up and running into his hand and falling back. i ended up with a ton of bruises, he only had scratches, and he didn't hit me once.

i'm a wimp!

That's classic: Blame it on Mexico.

I'm glad you beat the crap out of him!


BTW: My last fight was in 1969, took three or four pucnhes and one kick to end it.
Sweet revenge 'cause the same kid beat me a month or two before that.

:1orglaugh

It is November, right?

ROTLMFAO

I am going to hit the gym because I'm tired of being bullied by these punk little kids every year. Next year, I'm kicking some ass!

Trick or treat this you lil' muther fucker, POW

That why he was so pissed :)

I'm proud to say that I have not been punched in the face since third grade.

Last time I was in a fight was in my senior year of college. Some morons from Phi Gamma Delta were beating the hell out of a pledge from my house outside a bar. I and another brother saw this by random when we headed out for a drink. The Phi Gamma Delta [also known as "Fiji"] house was composed of jocks from my school's football and rugby teams. There were about 8 of them taking turns punching and kicking the pledge while he was down on the ground in a fetal position. In light of the odds against us, I ripped a round plastic Domino's Pizza car roof sign off a parked car making a pizza delivery a 1/4 of a block from the fight. Grabbing the sign by its longer metal base I smacked the biggest Fiji guy on the back of the head. Once his asshole brothers saw him sprawled on the ground with his head gushing blood like the Bay Area version of the Trevi Fountain, they took off running in all directions. Good thing the old trick of taking down the largest guy scare tactic worked or we would have been fucked! We grabbed the pledge and went back home up the hill.

Even to this day, everytime I visit the house when there's a football game, people still call me by the nickname I earned that day -- "Pizzaman" lol.

Last time for me was last week :(
was in a small club and knocked in to some twat and split some of his beer, I apologised and staggered off.
Once we were out the club him and his mate just laid in to me, broke my fucking nose, chipped my tooth and made me look like something out of star wars.

11th grade. 1995.

2 things:

You guys never start the fight
You guys always win

Very odd.

Ok, all you egoheads - think about this.

If you win every fight and ESPECIALLY if you win every fight and don't get hurt yourself at all there is a VERY good chance that you are a Bully which is no better than a coward that only looks for fights with people that are WEAKER than you are.

That's not true. I resent that.

You guys are all pussies, Makingcoin and I could take you out in 10 seconds flat! Alright where is that yagermeister!??

:winkwink:

DH

Bust a guys knee cap right up front and I don't care how big they are, it's hard to put up a good fight when you are hopping around on one leg.

I use to fight almost every night I went to the bar and got drunk.

No more fighting for me though, these meds work wonders.

I just got tired of going to jail

WORD! LOL!

DH

I'm a lover not a fighter...:BangBang:

but i guess if someone attacked my family or loved ones i'd be in like gangbusters...
i kick boxed for a few years, nothing serious mostly to get into good shape, but it changes your outlook and i haven't been provoked into a fight since second year university, as i dont want to get punched in the head...lol that hurts...even if you are the so called winner

the details are not important...i haven't been on probation for years though...lol

One punch....POW....he's out cold.....pull down my pants and shit on his face...with his girlfriend watching. Funny part is as Im shitting on his face....his girlfriends like" HE'S GONNA CHOKE ON YOUR SHIT!".....hahaha....so after I wipe my ass with his collar....his woman runs up wiping the shit off of him.....I love this country.

Up,up and AWAY!!

I carry a knife.

Three years ago a huge drunk guy came reeling out of a club as I was walking by (this was in Montreal). He thought his friends were behind him but they weren't. I think they got delayed talking to the hatcheck girl or whatever... Anyway, he crashed into me and knocked me over, then started screaming at me and kicking me. He was pretty drunk. I sort of stood up (or he sort of picked me up) and he hit me in the face a few times (missed my nose, the idiot). Without even thinking about it, out came the knife, right out of my pocket and into his fat fucking gut.

At first he didn't know he was cut and kept beating me, but when he figured it out he flopped away from me shrieking. I stepped on his throat until I heard something crack and he stopped screaming, then I staggered off and ditched the knife a few blocks away after wiping it down.

I don't know if I killed him or not.

I still carry a knife.

I hope you're joking about this.

DH

I got jumped by some arab faggot in the nice end of town, he had a few buddies but they didnt bother jumping in... This was a few years ago, he thought he was a tough guy and he had one of those hand pistol pellet guns that you can buy at canadian tire for like 70 bucks... He never used it or threatened me with it, it just fell out during the fight... I like some other people in this thread took kickboxing for many years and I guess this guy did too, cause he sorta just kneed me out of no where and we both went into a wrestling type stance, I kicked his kneecap as hard as I can and he whimpered like a little bitch and then was like "oh so you wanna fight this way ?" like he was going to kick my ass kung fu style or some shit... Anyways I ended up sweeping him to the ground and put him in a headlock (also wreslted althrough highschool, so i coulda busted his arm) so we are on the ground and I gave him like 15 hard shots in the face, he was bleeding from everywhere, even from his ears which was fucked up... He looked like a bag of hurt, before I got up I gave him the hardest knee in the face and knocked him the fuck out.... I had more blood on me then I'd ever seen to this day... his friends were speechless.. I had seen the guy months later and he is always telling me how he's gonna have his arab friends murder me and my family haha........ yeah yeah keep whining faggot..


First year residence (word of advice, dont fuck wtih anyone in residence, specially at a bar, you normally have like 20 guys ATLEAST with you)

anyways there was like 25 of us we were at this bar... For the people in ottawa (it was ONTAP) anyways apparently i was dancing with this guys girlfriend and he freaked the fuck out and sucker punched me, he totally didnt realize that everyone around me was my friend... He got dragged into this circle and my roomate broke his nose (it sounded like breaking a tree branch, even over the loud music) he was bleeding like a fountain, this crazy indian fucker we know busted a bottle over the side of the guys head (meanwhile his girlfriend is screaming for a bouncer) the indian guy whips out his cock and pisses all over the guy.


I gotta get my roomate to post some of his fight stories, he fights like every weekend and hasnt lost yet......... he's fucking crazy, The little bulky ones are the guys to watch out for :thumbsup

6th grade,

We had a retarded kid in class not sure why but for two years this retard was always on my ass would never leave me alone, even at that young age I new better then to beat up a retarded kid, but...

I could not take it anymore we were in class and the teacher left and put some girl in charge, so he starts calling me a girl, after 5 min of this in front of the whole class I said dude one more time you call me a girl I will stand up and beet the shit out of you.

So his says girl, well I stood up walked over real slow and I hit him with a flying right hand so hard he fell out of his chair, I got suspended for two weeks, found out later I broke his jaw.

Fucking retard I still hate this kid, his name was Timmy this was over 25 years ago now when I see Timmy on Southpark I can't stop laughing.

Just for the record you didn't knock me out, I let you win. Pussy! :winkwink:

DH

Yeah, I'm joking. Stepping on the guy's throat and crushing his windpipe after knifing him would have been going a little too far.

Battus--
This thread reeks of GFY a mixture of false bravado and bullshit.

SleazyDream--
I actually agree with you dude. If I have to fight, which has happened to me several times, I hit them with bricks, bottles, chairs whatever is handy, and then run for the hills.

I could care less about "winning," winning is getting myself and those who I came with the fuck out of the situation.

Stop glorifying your little petty skirmishes.
















:1orglaugh

You think so? Say it to my Glock, bitch! :1orglaugh j/k Personally, I think there's too much chivalry and actual courage involved in fistfighting. Guns are where its at. You too can be a big man no matter how small you feel inside or how small your penis is. :1orglaugh

Was at a club in LA. Some drunk fucking asshole went to swing at a guy standing next to me who ducked and his swing hit me smack in the face and knocked me on my back. I was friends with all the bouncers in the place and when they ran up to take the guy out, the dude kicked one of the biggest bouncers right in the balls, and threw his beer bottle which hit a girl standing nearby right in the face. Let's just say he was swarmed on by all the bouncers like a pack of coyotes after that move and the guy looked like he was hit by a train afterwards. Then they carried him out, by his arms and legs suspended off the ground, and literally threw him up into the air so he would smack down hard on the parking lot.

Even funnier when the cops showed up, he was so out of it he thought they were the bouncers again lifting him up and he screamed Fuck You and spat in the cops face. The cops then pulled out their batons and gave him another whooping. LA cops are good about rendering street side justice to asswipes like that.