My Mother tells me I got stomped out when I was 6 by a group of boys at school. I tell her I don’t even remember that and she says “it’s because they kicked your head in that badly”
R.I.P.
I got my ASS beat one time.
I was about 13-14 years old and I was walking with my girlfriend at the time, so this bus goes past with about 15 chav’s on it all above the age of 15 (I found out later they were in higher years of my girlfriends school). Some even above the age of 17 being in Sixth form or college.
I didn’t know there were this many chav’s on it however and when they were yelling at me through the window I gave 'em the old w****r signal… well to my bad luck there was a bus stop right around the corner and I just walk around the corner watching a long ass line of chav’s get off the bus and start walking towards us. I crossed the road cause I was like “Screw this shit”.
I have never really been a fighter, I’m quite a peaceful person, I couldn’t give a crap about myself if someone starts beating on me I usually just let it slide just so they can do one and go away. Well, seeing as there was between 10-15 didn’t really have time to count, chav’s now following me I thought if I hit one of them then they will all jump me because you know, those little b******s are just a bunch of pussy’s and won’t do shit without thier little bum buddies to back them up.
So this guy just hit’s me from behind in the ear, I mean c’mon if there’s that many of you at least don’t cheap shot me from behind, and at this point it makes me pretty dizzy and I’m stumbling across the road as he keeps hitting me in the side of the head. They didn’t touch my girlfriend at the time which I am thankful for. So I land in this bush the other side of the road and he just leans into me and keeps punching me square in the face.
I’d say after about 15-20 good shots he lets off after he can see i’m not even attempting to fight back just letting it go, I’m quite tall and fairly well built so even at the time I could take a good punching. So I get up, be all sarky and say “Thanks dude” then start walking away, we go down this side street but notice that thy started follwing us again all running with thier hands in thier hoodie pockets asif they were holding knives (which wouldn’t of been uncommon around the area), so we start to speed up walking and I asked where we can go, well it turned out her nans house was round the corner so we just scurried there to get away. Find out about 15 mins later both my ears are bleeding after dropping blood on her nan’s fabric sofa xD.
All round a bad day. Oh some random guy in a land rover offered us a lift after seeing what happened but I didn’t wanna get beaten up and kidnapped in the same day so I said no hahaha.
I guess the most embarrassing fight story I have is during a sparing match in Fencing class.
My opponent was like 6 feet tall and had a height and reach advantage over my 5 foot tall frame.
I could not get in and he kept tagging me over and over so I got mad and ran at him and started hitting him over and over with my foil. Everyone laughed and thought I was being funny but I was bawling under my fencing mask. I was so frustrated.
Last night, after I bent over raz0r’s gf her solar eclipsing ass hit me harder than a little Mac power punch.
Damn you raz0r and your penchant for fat assed bitches like Taylor Swift.
Oh my fuck, I just remembered one in high school. It didn’t involve me but it’s still a good one to share.
You know how petty black girls can be in high school. At least in my high school they were. This one girl (I’ll call her shorty) had some problem with this other girl (name her Biggie) over some of the stupidest shit imaginable: Biggie didn’t care about Shorty’s opinion. As you can guess by the names, there was a substantial size difference. Shorty was maybe 5’0 on a good day and weighed about 105 lbs. Biggie had to stand nearly about 5’7" and had a LOT of extra weight. She had to be nearing 180lbs. So this exchange got heated up as the rumor mill started whirling and they promised to fight in the parking lot.
This was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen Shorty agree to. She was good looking, dating a star athlete of the school, popular, and a decent student. Biggie was not so popular, was well liked enough, and a shy person, but she was big enough that even the dudes didn’t want to try to take her down. So this was going to be a short fight. Whatever. It was a distracting before I headed off to Chinatown Fair to waste quarters in Marvel 2.
We all circled around them as a few heated words were exchanged and then came square-off time. Both put hands up and Shorty’s fist looks bigger than normal. It’s as if she’s not fully clenching it but that couldn’t be true because the whites of her knuckles were showing. And to EVERYONE’s surprise, she threw the first punch. We were like, “Damn she’s about to get slammed.” What the rest of us didn’t know is that she had a Master lock in her palm hidden by her fingers. When she took that swing, the lock hit Biggie right above the eye and knocked her senseless. We couldn’t believe she took a tumble from such a small girl. It was only later that we found out about that lock.
Shorty wailed on her for 30 seconds but what seemed like an eternity. Blood was everywhere and shit talking flowed. Of course no one dared stop the fight, not any of the students anyway. Biggie was damaged for a little bit but the cuts were far worse to look at than they really were. No one fucked with that short girl again.
Dafuq is this thread? Closet racists and people proud of almost permanently damaging someone at age 9 with no physical provocation.
Back in 6th grade Some fat large dude caught me with a criminal upper in home ec because some other dude pranked him by switching out his whisked eggs with some orange juice and the dumb fuck couldn’t recognize the difference so he fryed up some orange juice in a skillet, the whole class laughed at him and he pointed at me because he was legit crazy, this was the same kid who pulled out a switch blade on a teacher because he didn’t know the answer to a question. So he sidechecks me once class was over and everyone just looks around and backs up and forms a fight circle. I just walk off because i wasn’t going to fight a fat clown who pretty much got expelled the month later for stealing french fries. The hit only did minimal damage but i was going to fight him if tried it again
I wish i had a time machine so i could go back and kick my own ass and take my lunch money for giving lamilton tashawn a pass that day
[details=Spoiler]So one time in the first grade we had a this dude that was like two years too old to be in the first grade, let’s call him Cesar. He wasn’t a big dude but he wasn’t small and to top it all off he was kind of an asshole to everyone. He would hit the girls, throw mud on their clothes and tell them to take it off. He would also threaten dudes if he didn’t get his way and tried to pick fights often.
I was just a regular kid, hadn’t really started playing sports yet and we spent so much time at church that cartoons and shit weren’t more than 30 minutes a day for me. Well, one day during recess I was playing with some friends of mine from my neighborhood, we were a small group of kids from the other side of town that would get bussed to school here.
We were in the sand area right on the edge of the black top. I forgot exactly what we were doing but I was going in and out of the black top to talk to my friend and then going back to the sand for some epic tag action or something. Between going back and forth, I got a complaint from this kid Tony. He was saying that I wasn’t being fair. that I should stay on the pavement or on the sand and that would be fair. I laughed at him and shrugged him off and continued the game and my conversation. Guy can’t tag me and thinks it’ll be easier if I just stay in the sand or the pavement, I don’t get it.
I end up going back into the sand and having him chase me when suddenly I get double teamed and one of his friends grabs me from behind and calls for him to tag me. His friend was big, I don’t know how that dude was only 6. I’m being held and dude Tony is running his ass my way and it doesn’t look like he’s going in for just a tag. I wrestle out of his friends grip but he still has one arm on me. As I’m trying to pull his arm away, Tony is getting closer and he looks pissed, so I tug real hard at the big dude and it gives his arm one of those shocks. It was one of those tugs where you pull down on the arm. He got pissed off and now the two of them were chasing me around.
I decided to run for the classroom cause I wasn’t about to fuck with two dudes. I juke the big dude, and he breaks his ankles and eats sand. Like literally falls in the sand and cuts up his shins and knees a bit. I manage to stay out of Tony’s reach and jet to class while he and big dude, in my mind, recuperate themselves. Class is just around the corner and the girls are heading back to class so maybe this was just the right time. I look back before turning the corner and I can see that big dude crying on the sand and Tony running at me with his arm held out, like it was some sort of mile long rocket punch. I taunt the guy and keep running forward to class. My teacher is on the ramp getting ready to let us in to class. I run to her and let out a sigh of relief, Tony is just now turning the corner. Ms Casriel asks me whats wrong and I say “Nothing, Tony is just chasing me. We were playing tag.” I guess my shirt was ripped or something. Anyway, after I told her about that stuff I look over at Tony and he’s still running for me BUT he is now only like 3 feet away. I’m thinking, dude isn’t going to attack me in front of the teacher, especially just for avoiding him in a game of tag. Nope.
BAM! Dude clocks straight in the jaw and is just standing there staring at me angrier than a mother fucker and I’m just like, “OMG he actually did it”. Casrial gets pissed and grabs the two of us and sends us to the Principal’s office right away.
To my knowledge nothing happened to Tony and I sure as shit didn’t get in trouble. At least not until the teacher heard about the big dude and then she made me turn my blue card to yellow.
Anyway, the next day, Cesar, the the kid that was 8 in the first grade, came over to me among my regular group of friend. He said, “Hey I heard what you did to Big Dude and Tony yesterday” and then he walks up in to me, I’m thinking he’s going to give me props or something but nope. I open up and guy straight gut checks and says something to me as I go down gasping for air. My friends just standing there around me, not saying a thing, not doing a thing. They walked away from while I was on the ground, Cesar got a smug look on his face. I didn’t even react to the hit, seeing my friends walk away from me…that shit hurt. I ended up just going back to class with a face full of tears, f-f-from…all the g-gasping, and when the teacher asks about what happened I tell her the truth. Cesar got sent to the office and suspended.
On the bus ride home I sat by myself, in the back. The next day in the morning, I went to find my seat that I had chosen the day prior, and felt someone put their foot in my way as I was heading to the back. It was Cesar and I didn’t know about the suspension yet. I saw him and he smiled real confidently, so I shoved his face and kept walking to the back. A few seats from the back I hear Cesar call my name and I look back getting ready to fight him this time, since my house was just on the corner across the street. I could just go home and not get in trouble with the school. He said he was sorry, and held out his hand. I went for his hand…and the son of a bitch gut checked me again. He then ran out of the bus laughing. Son. Of. A. Bitch.[/details]
That Cesar dude disappeared after that.
This post was made for the lame fight thread, not the best fight thread. OP must’ve changed thread name.
Hmm I guess I can join in the fun.
So this was in like 5th grade and I had just moved to the area from an army base. So this one scrawny kid that was apparently the school bully (I wasn’t 100% percent sure) decides to call me out and challenge me to a fight simply because I was talking to his girlfriend and she was nearly coughing up a lung laughing at a story I was telling her. So he comes charging at me and tries to tackle me thinking he’s Goldberg or some shit. What he does instead is bounce off my stomach (I was a big kid) and slam his head hard on the ground knocking his own ass out. To this day I still hear people talking about it.
I got into several fights with fat black women from the Bronx, one of those fights was for wearing a Boston Celtics hat. The bitch started dancing (or i think it was) and rapping a shitty Soulja Boy song. It is really hard to like black people when living in nyc.
Advance Individual Training for the Army; the day of graduation I fought a room mate the second time after P.T. due to a dispute over who got to use the shower first. I swung first, and as I defended a swing from the room mate, my foot slipped on my shower shoes which then caused my big toe to slam into the bunk bed frame, which then flipped and partially separated the toenail. I felt a strong painful sensation and it allowed for an opening of the guy to pounce down on my head. My other room mates pulled us off each other and said I was bleeding all over the floor which then I noticed what had happened. It was great start of my active duty stint.
OWW OWW OWW, FUCK!!!
My first high school was the whitest part of Canada. We had a multicultural club at school, and it was the 7 non-white kids. I think we had like one muslim family, a handful of black students, and an asian family or two.
Anywho, two of the black students didn’t get along at all. One was this Uncle Tom mother fucker, named John. Barely a black guy, picture a light skinned Carlton Banks from Fresh Prince. REALLY looked like a 90’s Drake. Anywho, he turned down this black chick (Shala) who asked him out, and she went straight thug on him. She was from Toronto, so she was way more urban than we were used to. She was also a 340lb black chick.
Anywho, I never really found out much about the fight, but apparently he came out of school one day in grade 10, she nailed him with a snowball, and he decided he had enough of her shit. He runs up to her, and she literally proceeds to kick him in the balls, pants him, then fucking BODYSLAM HIM INTO A PILE OF SNOW. Like scooped his ass up like Andre the Giant, and just stuck his torso, arms, and head, into a snowbank. Just his little legs flailing about, with his pants and boxers still around his ankle. Fuck I wish camera phones existed then.
He had to switch schools, after that.
fun fact: I never really saw Shala much after that. She kept away from me because she tried to steal one of my CD wallets in grade 9 or 10, and I guess one choking was enough for her to realize not to fuck with the only metal kid in the entire school. However, about 2 or 3 years ago, I saw her on the Subway in Toronto, as two other black chicks were smashing her head into a window repeatedly. I actually called out her name and waved. Two bitches giving her a concussion were quite confused as to why I was cheerful and acting like I had just bumped into her in the street, as opposed to midway through being put into a coma.
I’m also friends with Jeff Joslin (fought in the UFC), so I’ve seen some fucking hilarious fights involving a UFC fighter taking out random drunks, idiots, and fools.
^ him
When I was in kindergarten whole class went to the park nearby to play. We were separate in two teams, ready to fight imaginary wars with twigs etc.
Then without realizing, I grab a stone with two hands, size of an orange, and throw it at a kid. Stone hits him on the forehead, busts it open and blood starts to stream. Kid screams in shock, all the others look dumbfounded.
It took weeks for me as well to get over that shock.
Playing rounders in Year 2 so tensions are already high. I catch a guy out and he tells me to “go back to my own country.” I get a rush of adrenaline and sprint up to him and jump kick him in the face…only to miss. We both stand there shocked that i’d did something so viscious and he runs away crying. The rest of the year hails me as the hero for “almost knocking someone out.” Needless to say, i had quite a chill childhood.
im a professional mma fighter and boxer the reason i decided was got jumped by like 10 guys on the school bus when i was 13
Why would you do that?
That doesn’t compute <- no gifs, please.
Sounds like you guys take out the L - Like Principal told us, we needed to add an L
“DO I NEED TO REMIND YOU GUYS, EVERY RECITAL, THAT THERE IS AN L IN GRAND OLD FLAG?”
Yes. Yes you do.
(The fuck are you wasting our time with this every class comes 1 hour watch you play the piano) 6th Grade graduate MICHAEL JORDAN MOVIE R.KELLY SOUNDTRACK “I BELIEVE I CAN FLY” nobody sang either, were we supposed to go nuts on I CAN FLYYIIYYYIIYAAIIYE words of his pee pee exclamation release.
Tron Bonne Player in Marvel2, clearly, where monkey see, monkey do!