I had three instances. The first ever fight I got into i was in the second grade and a 5th grader shoved me in my back as we were getting of the bus telling me to hurry up. I turned around and said “I’ll kick your butt!”. As soon as we got off the bus and we dropped our stuff I got punched in the face and proceed to hit the ground. Got back up and rushed him but he threw me down and started hitting me. Needless to say I went home with my nose bleeding and tears in my eyes. the boy who did it had a younger brother who was one of my bullies for the remainder of elementary school.
The second time, I was in the fourth grade and I went to the playground in my apartment complex to play with some of the neighborhood kids. While I was there the much older kids were on the basketball court so we knew to stay away from them since they loved messing with they younger kids like myself. Well this one older kid who was in middle school was riding his bike and calling me fat decided to ride past me and headbutt me in the face. I actually had to walk home dazed with a bloody nose. My mom saw that and went the fuck off. She asked who did it and I told her. She told me to wait in the house and she left out. Came back about 10 minutes later. That boy never messed with me again.
The third time, I was in the eight grade. It was really close to the end of the school. We were on our way home from school when this dude I knew told me to shut up while I was talking to a friend of mine. So we got into an argument and I told him he needed to stay out of my business. This dude was a jerkface dickhead and I, along with a few others, wanted to beat this dude’s ass but never did because he would avoid fights. Well things was getting heated and he was talking about me being fat and ugly. Somehow we “agreed” to see each other off the bus. We get home and as I’m exiting the bus, I hear everyone getting hyped about the fight. Next thing I know I get hit in the side of my face from the side. I got stunned but so as I turn around I see this nigga running off like Usain Bolt with his hands in the air signaling victory to his apartment building since it was a high rise. My friend and 4 others had this look on their face like WTF just happened. I just gathered my backpack and went home.
In middle school, I used to talk mad shit but I was pretty small/average sized. Anyway, it was towards then end of the year and everyone was talking about the NBA playoffs. This one kid who was 8th grader starts talking, and eventually reveala that he cheers for 2 teams; at which point, I start calling him a front runner and just generally verbally pushing his shit in.
This is all happening outside in the park before school. I’m sitting on the top part of a park bench (feet on the seat, nothing behind me) and I’m drinking a hot chocolate. This kid is also a little taller than me and way heavier.
So eventually he gets annoyed with me talking shit and mushes me. So I throw my hot chocolate in his face and jump off the bench. He like rushed me and then my friend grabbed me and the teacher grabbed him. At this point, my nose is running but I’m talking big shit about how I’mma fuck him up and what not. I calm down a bit and look down…shirt is covered in blood. My nose was leaking like a faucet. I didn’t feel the punch, , but he for sure got me. It was finals so we didn’t get suspended (yay private school!).
I got home and told my dad what happened, he laughed at me.
You don’t get into fights because everybody in your part of Canada moved there to hide from the rest of the world, and fighting would just draw attention to themselves.
Besides 9/10 times you’d end up fighting a native, then all their family and neighbours come kill you and bury you on the reservation.
Choked some dude who I had a great enough reach over that he couldn’t do shit about it. Ended up working with him years later. He was salty then and most likely ever since. Hilarious…
Got another one, this time education saved me. It was in my friend’s garage It was a fight over a video game but i would have won if he was a stranger, i was about nine or ten and it was after school, normal routine was do homework, play games until the new dbz came on toonami and then leave. At any rate this particular afternoon me and my friend were going back and forth in goldeneye oo7 on the n64 and he heated up some hot pockets for his snack, the match was like first to ten kills and we tied it a 9-9, we were godlike we knew all the tricks like remote mine auto detonate and how to dodge auto aim fire… so he goes to get the hot pocket from the microwave when all you hear is Dun Na Na NA Naaaaaaaa… whanwaa (the kill screen) he rushes back in and sees the game over 2p win screen… i laugh but he doesn’t find it funny and he starts throwing punchs left and right but i dodge em and he slips on my textbook that put on the floor so he falls and hits his head on his parents car and i just stand there looking confused “did he just knock himself out?” I help him up and we just continue playing, it looked like dans sfiv ulta 1 whiff
Kali is some shit so we were doing a demo with real knives and the guy was cocky he was supposed to dodge a super slow lunge, but i cut his armpit.
I dropped the knife freaked out and ran to the backstage
And that was asian heritage day in junior high
I never grew up wanting to fight. The fight in the rain was literally me being bullied and we were in the rain and 4 square got serious. Of course i get called yokozuna. So when the guy slipped when he tried to punch me i bonzai dropped on him got up thinking i was cool and broke my nose when i slipped and flair flopped.
It was that day i found out that fighting in the rain only leaves you with wet socks, wet clothes, and wet underwear
@blueleon rain fighting is never as cool as you think it is
Y’all had that easy must be lol. Always live in the south so I do not know what you northerners do tbh.
And rain fighting…never did that, played tons of basketball in the rain with other dudes though but fighting?I’d be hard pressed to believe that’s possible unless rubber shoes maybe?
Just watch out for puddles while you’re moving and slow down a bit and you’d be fine. Slipped a few times while running in the rain myself and it is pretty painful hitting nothing but concrete with your knees and elbows.
Then my dumb ass had a “bright” idea and decided one day to practice elbow and leg conditioning on a tree for many months without the recommended whatever you call ems, them wraps you’re supposed to put on the part of your body after or during the workout Di to…da…ditojow.
I dunno what y’all used them knives for where you at but when people use a knife where I’m from that’s no toy, no demos no movies none of that. That was some common, people went to prisons for stabbing up people and all that mess that usually happens.
You sound more like you don’t choose to fight it seems like you reserve that for an emergency or something, like you don’t bolster it just because if my assumption’s correct
That sucks, lol.
First day of fifth grade, I got in a fight with a kid named Sugar Ray (that was his actual full name on his birth certificate). There was no setup, no trash talk, just him putting up his dukes after making eye contact.
Why did i get "wtfs’ and an off topic flag? I thought this was about lame fights? Is it not common knowledge that NYC has the lamest fights almost everyday, and the most common reason is because of dumb ass latino and black “gangstaz” trying to “feel them selves”.
I recall one time where some hispanic idiot was verbally harassing some dude on the A train, and he kept repeating “ya’ll recognize dat n****” like about 20x. I also remember watching one video where two black dudes started fighting this other small black dude… the small dude’s asian friend ended up helping him and managed to hold one of black gangsta dude while the other one was fighting the smaller black guy. The guy being restrained by the asian was saying “alright man… let me go x5” until his friend came in to help him get out. The black guy who was restrained started acting tough after he was released.
