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Have you been in a fight? (pg. 12)
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| DigitalMP |
I've gotten in a ton of fights. It's kinda weird how dudes give the evil eye to or mess with someone bigger than them. I'm pretty passive and easy-going, and never really actively move unless my friends needed me to.
I lost one fight...back in 10th grade. My and some friends were chillin at McDonalds, and I had to call mom to tell here I'd be a bit late. I walked to the gas station next door, which was on a pretty busy corner, but very dark because it closed at like 9 or 10. The pay phone was just barely out of the line of sight from the table that my friends were at inside the restaurant. I'm talking to my mom on the phone, and this old ass Mustang from the ugliest Mustang generation (1978) pulls up with four dudes in it. Mind you, this is a very dark parking lot, but on the corner of a street...pretty ironic, but I don't have any idea how these guys knew I was even standing there. Two guys get out of the car, and I'm like, yeah mom, gotta go, be home soon. The douchebags are all laughing, and the weasel driver says, "I heard you said my car was ugly", punched me in the face twice, and they all laughed, got in the car, and took off. I'm like, wtf? 15 years old, 5'8, scrawny little .
That summer, I grew 7 inches in three months...
Onto varsity basketball season, where I'm moving from shooting guard to who the hell knows what, because coach thought he had his roster set, so I played every freakin position that season. Youngest guy on the team is going to get hazed, right? Well, I'm bigger than most of you, so you sure as hell aren't shaving my head. We get back from the first away game of the season, and I've got four seniors chasing me out of the bus, through the gym, out the door. One dove at my ankles, missed, but I stumbled, and this kid I knew since I was little was standing over me, and had the clippers in his hand. One swift kick doubled him over, in prefect striking distance for two lefts to the chops.
I haven't lost a fight since. But again, I don't start them...not worth the danger, the image, the potential broken nose, whatever. But I do have a couple good ones...
A bunch of years ago, my one buddy hung out with this idiot who called himself "Crazy Dave". I didn't really find him crazy, maybe a bit of a tool, but whatever. So three of us are out bouncing around a few clubs, a nice buzz, and walking to the next spot. "Crazy Dave" picks up an empty bottle and tosses it in the air, and it smashes on the ground. Nice. There are three dudes who proceed to tell him how much of an he is, and he responds with, "Don't you know who I am? I'm Crazy Dave." I find a spot to watch, because dude's about to learn a lesson. These three dudes aren't really intimidating to me, but me and my buddy are about 15 feet away, so I'm not sure if they're really sure we're all together. One of the dudes pushes Crazy Dave, throws a punch or two, then they scuffle a bit. Then the dude hits Crazy Dave's head off of a parking meter, and that's about when I decided to join the ruckus. As I walk up, one of the other dudes start to as well. I punch the guy in the face that was scuffling with Douchebag Dave, and then punch his friend who just got in my face. I switched to the other guy on punch him again, then back to the other guy. It was kinda like the Czech guy in the video, but I'm not sure if I looked as agile. I'm not sure how the next exchange transpired, but I ended up with my hand on dude #2's throat and #1's head by his hair. I'm not sure what the 3rd guy was thinking, but just then a cop rolled up and said on his mic, "LET THE TWO GUYS GO, AND WALK AWAY." I did just that, and kept walking. Luckily the cop didn't pursue me.
Another was in July 2005. I was partying outside on an upstairs patio at a club, with about 6 or 7 friends. We spent all day at the beach and were feeling pretty good. This puss-faced chick comes storming through the crowd and elbows me in the stomach on her way through. I simply said "Don't in elbow me". Just then, her boyfriend was in tow, obviously on her list, and says to me, "Don't ing talk to my girlfriend." So I said, "Tell her not to elbow me, and I won't ing talk to her." Then he pushed me, and I pushed him back. The next part was pretty blacked out for me, but my friends described it well...he took a few swings at me, and apparently I was floating like a butterfly, and just ducked my head away from each of his swings. Then I flurried 5 or 6 lefts and rights, and backed him up so close to the door that the last punch bounced his head off of it. The bouncers saw it all, but it took place over about 60 seconds, so it was over when it started. They hauled him outside, and the manager asked me why I just "wrecked that firefighter". I felt kinda bad because I knew it was his gf's fault, but he started it. I went downstairs and outside to see if he wanted a shot, but he said his girl was waiting and he had to go. I shook his hand and told him to have fun fighting on the ride home.
Oh, I forgot about this one...February 2002. Me at my buddy are at a lounge, and I see some friends from high school. One guy, we've always had a little but of tension, likely because I won a little bitch fight we had in 7th grade when he was tiny...he wasn't so tiny anymore though. But this dude was a complete douchebag. Also, he was living with my cousin at this time. We're really cool with a bunch of people in this group, including the girls. So he starts mouthing off to me, and I told him to off. he's like, " you dude, I never liked you". I'm like, "Whatever", and turned around to get a couple drinks. With my back to him, he pushed me into the bar. I turned around and pushed him into the table that a couple of the girls were sitting at. He came after me with a few swings, all of which I ducked, and laid a few good ones on him. The bouncers broke it up, and the manager came over and said that his girlfriend used to date that guy, and he knew how much of an he was, so I didn't get kicked out, but he did. His buddy made fun of him the whole way home for starting a fight with me and getting his ass kicked. My cousin told me that he had a black eye for the next week and wouldn't leave the house.
Ahhh...good times. I don't miss them, but they were fun. |
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| Vivid Boy |
dude your in vin diesel....
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| phlog |
| Pretty much anytime I drink anything with > 35% alcohol content something either gets broken or I end up in a fight. |
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| phlog |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
dude your in vin diesel....
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speaking of vin diesel... there was a guy at cz yesterday who looks almost identical, but shorter, and more jacked... like raging 'roid addiction jacked...
scary mofo |
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| Halycon |
do sports fights count? if so i lost count long ago when i played hockey. playing in a northern league, going up to places like gravenhurst, north bay, thunder bay, penetang and gettin in on ice scrapes with the natives. they got vicious, ice would be stained red. last time i was in a fight was the last time i played. had a game against at team up in Keswick. our rookie goalie who was a move up player ( as we didn't have enuff players) was only 14, and got smoked from behind. seein as how i was team captian. coach put it on me to keep an eye out for our smaller and younger guys. fight started on the ice, cuz of my glasses i got a real nice cut under my right eye, ( can still see the scar somewhat) once the on ice brawl was over. and we'd got thrown off theice. the scrap continued in the back dressing room area. by this point the adrenaline was pumping so hard i felt no pain. blood gushing from the cut. just kept going toe to toe. ( our jerseys were white, so u can picture the mess i looked like) i guess word got out to the ice what was happened, soon all the officials and both coaching teams were in the back trying ot break it up. i got a few shots in on the ref who hated me. then after i was showered and changed. i went to get a coffee but was still seein red and fired up. saw the guy in the lobby. he said something to me, and went to join his buddys who were heckling me, as he turned his back. i dropped my coffee. grabbed him, threw him through the glass doors out into the parking lot and what started on the ice ended with his head bouncing off a concrete parking block. last game i ever played in. was 18. and after a hearing and several appeals was banned by OMHA ( who already had it in for me from that'd happened in previous year). that kid from what i heard from talking with his friends next time we played up in keswick, spent some time in the hospital. i'd had 8 stitches under my right eye to close up a cut that was very close to taking out my eye, and a nice swollan face. next day at school my friends were freaked out like no tomorrow, as i'd just come out, and they thought i'd been jumped.
that was the last time i was in a fight |
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| DigiNut |
Hahaha, nice story. I'd count hockey fights even if they didn't spill off the ice.
DigitalMP: Scrappy short guys love to pick fights with dudes that are twice their size. It's some kind of law. A number of years ago I hung out with this loosely-connected group for a while and there was one huge guy, and a hyperactive shrimp, and the shrimp would always razz the big guy - right from the beginning he (shrimp) would call him (huge guy) "tiny". As far as I know, though, he never took the bait, it was just too funny for anyone to take seriously. I know that shrimp was serious though because he got into other fights; I don't think Popeye ever did. |
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| DigitalMP |
Ha! Well, no little guys really ever picked fights with me.
I've laughed and walked away from a couple, but most I've given a couple quick shots so he knew what was there, and give him the chance to walk away.
But the people that have started to me because they wanted to fight -- like the guy from Feb 2002 -- were few and far between. I was never really that much of a troublemaker, but if the opportunity was there, I welcomed it. Kinda scary, because you never know what someone has. I guess that includes weapons too, but I was more referring to fighting skills, which can be just as deadly. I've never underestimated an opponent, and always went with all of my skills and motivation, knowing I had to win...or, not lose, anyways.
And don't let this seem like I've been in a million fights. Really, probably only 10-ish. But I loved them, and they were fun. But yeah, very rare occurances... |
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| Vivid Boy |
| quote: | Originally posted by DigitalMP
And don't let this seem like I've been in a million fights. |
I feel ya baby, You live your life a quarter mile at a time |
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| Jem_hadar |
| quote: | Originally posted by Vivid Boy
I feel ya baby, You live your life a quarter mile at a time |
;) lol (had to) |
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| Swamper |
| ...got an email from someone to delete something from this thread - totally missed this thread when it was created. lol |
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| StereoPrincess |
| where is diginut? :( |
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| Spam |
| quote: | Originally posted by Swamper
...got an email from someone to delete something from this thread - totally missed this thread when it was created. lol |
Uh oh, Police be knockin on someone's door.
That, or tell Abercrombie to man up and stop deleting his posts. |
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