Ever get your ass kicked? (or kicked ass)

knucklehead

knucklehead

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PadawanBater said:
Dude, you are one sad excuse for a human being.

I really do wonder what kind of "man" it takes to hold a grudge of such childish porportions so long, even though you broke up with the bitch that caused the problem in the first place...

Then to top it all off, you confront him while he's on a date with a girl and think your hot shit because you got to punch a guy in the face who didn't want to fight to begin with.

Yeah, you're the man... :roll:
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i have to say none of us claimed to be smart.
 
knucklehead

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Ok I have another. When I was in high school I took a welding class for two periods a day my junior year. This kid that no one liked was walking out of the class room/shop as I was walking in and we bumped into each other – yea I know these fights always start over something really stupid. So somehow we caught a little attitude with each other and decided to meet after school and settle it at a red neck bar by the high school. So word spreads through school that were going to meet up and fight. I walk to my car with a couple of friends and there’s a shit ton of people waiting for me to arrive so they can follow me to the fight. I have to admit I was pretty nervous on the way there.
So when I arrive DeWayne is already there waiting leaning up against his car with his hand behind his back. I get out of the car walk up getting ready to take a swing and all of a sudden he pulls out a can of pepper spray and let’s loose on my face. When he’s done he throws the bottle point blank into my forehead and I get this huge egg. I can’t see much – it’s like looking under water and burns really bad. I can see enough though. I lunge forward grabbing his turtle neck with my left and take three or four wild swings while I have a hold of him but miss badly. Finally I zero in on him and I still have his collar and start landing some serious bombs with my right hand. So basically I just pound on the left side of his face until my friend Curtis stops the fight. Actually Curtis and I weren’t friends at this point so this almost causes another fight. Just as I get into my car the pigs show up racing into the parking lot cars boiling over from speeding to the scene. We all get away just in time to not get caught.
I beat him so bad he missed a week of school. The whole left side of his face was swollen and bruised and his left eye was blood red from a busted vessel. I almost felt bad for him but he was the one to get this shit started. He was the dude at school that always talked a bunch of shit. I was always afraid he would retaliate in some sneaky pussy ass way but we never had beef again. I got a talking to by the principle but nothing ever happened. Needless to say the red necks never picked on the skaters again – they used to fuck with us at lunch and in the halls.
 
deh

deh

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It's July 15th 1997, I am chilling in a small town in Alabama with a fella I worked with, and we had just scored a oz. of bud getting ready to drive to west Virgina for our next job.
We happen to be in a Ryder truck due to our company truck breaking down enroute to our first job site,(this will become relevant later). As we are driving we hear of Gianni Versace's murder and think nothing of it continuing to drive, all the while hearing updates on Andrew Cunnanen(sic) and how he has fled the State of Florida. Once again we think nothing of it,
we finally arrive in West Virginia, Charleston if im not mistaken, pay our toll and find another hotel. Finally we get to have some smoke. we break out the bag roll a fatty kick back and burn down...ahh just getting relaxed and u know sudenly ya gotta piss or whatever something...anyway I get up trudge to the jon as I am walking back I look out the window at my truck....I shit you not there are 4 sherrifs cars, many unmarked vehicles, k9 vehicles, FBI guys, a Marshall all walkin around my truck. I looked at my partner and said "what the fuck did you do in Alabama??"
We are pretty stoned he just looks at me and says "huh" with a shit eating grin on his face...so im spraying cologne stashing weed in the ceiling and I head out of the room forgetting my ID.
we are on the 2nd or 3rd floor I dont remember but all I do remember is as I got to the bottom of the stairs I run into this absolute wall of a man with a freshly cocked 12 guage (now I was a pretty ripped guy but I shit enuf bricks to build a bbq). His first question was "who the fuck are you" I said my name and he said "prove it" once I said I couldnt my face met the floor so quickly i squeeked when I hit the floor.
Eventually a slightly kinder gentlepiggy came over and escorted me to my room with 4 state cops and 2 fbi agents with weapons ready to get my liscence and manifest.
Apparently I looked enough like Andrew Cunnanen(sic) (According to the Agent) that the toll booth lady had called the FBI. Andrew Cunnanen apparently left florida in a Ryder truck and was last seen in South Carolina or some shit. My work partner was introduced to the FBI and State Police in the same fashion I was introduce and I got bitched at for not telling them he was in the room.
All I know is the room smelled like some really great herb I had feds and state boys in the room I was stoned my partner was stoned and I ALMOST got my ass kicked.:mrgreen:
 
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Cap K

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deh said:
It's July 15th 1997, I am chilling in a small town in Alabama with a fella I worked with, and we had just scored a oz. of bud getting ready to drive to west Virgina for our next job.
We happen to be in a Ryder truck due to our company truck breaking down enroute to our first job site,(this will become relevant later). As we are driving we hear of Gianni Versace's murder and think nothing of it continuing to drive, all the while hearing updates on Andrew Cunnanen(sic) and how he has fled the State of Florida. Once again we think nothing of it,
we finally arrive in West Virginia, Charleston if im not mistaken, pay our toll and find another hotel. Finally we get to have some smoke. we break out the bag roll a fatty kick back and burn down...ahh just getting relaxed and u know sudenly ya gotta piss or whatever something...anyway I get up trudge to the jon as I am walking back I look out the window at my truck....I shit you not there are 4 sherrifs cars, many unmarked vehicles, k9 vehicles, FBI guys, a Marshall all walkin around my truck. I looked at my partner and said "what the fuck did you do in Alabama??"
We are pretty stoned he just looks at me and says "huh" with a shit eating grin on his face...so im spraying cologne stashing weed in the ceiling and I head out of the room forgetting my ID.
we are on the 2nd or 3rd floor I dont remember but all I do remember is as I got to the bottom of the stairs I run into this absolute wall of a man with a freshly cocked 12 guage (now I was a pretty ripped guy but I shit enuf bricks to build a bbq). His first question was "who the fuck are you" I said my name and he said "prove it" once I said I couldnt my face met the floor so quickly i squeeked when I hit the floor.
Eventually a slightly kinder gentlepiggy came over and escorted me to my room with 4 state cops and 2 fbi agents with weapons ready to get my liscence and manifest.
Apparently I looked enough like Andrew Cunnanen(sic) (According to the Agent) that the toll booth lady had called the FBI. Andrew Cunnanen apparently left florida in a Ryder truck and was last seen in South Carolina or some shit. My work partner was introduced to the FBI and State Police in the same fashion I was introduce and I got bitched at for not telling them he was in the room.
All I know is the room smelled like some really great herb I had feds and state boys in the room I was stoned my partner was stoned and I ALMOST got my ass kicked.:mrgreen:
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Great fuckin story, but they did'nt ask about the weed smell?
 
deh

deh

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Cap K said:
Great fuckin story, but they did'nt ask about the weed smell?
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Nope I figure they figured they had put me thru enough shit.. Stetson covers pot smell well, or the room ventilation was workin good. I dont know I smelled pot. Paranoia maybe.
 
ILLISTOFSUPERCHRON

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tip top toker said:
only time i've ever gotten beaten on was when i was set upon by a pack of cubs! i was waiting for some guys to arrive in town for a birthday celebration, so i decided to wait in a big porch next to the cathedral that everyone apsses through, so generally a perfectly nice place to sit, so i see a bunch of about 15 little kiddies rolling up, probs 16yrs or so, drunk off their tits, chucking chairs from cafe's around and such, so i knew exactly what was gonna happen, like to the T! they mozy in, get a bit mouthy, all of them are a bunch of no-respect scum of the earth chavs, couple start getting cocky, so i just wait for them to move on which wasn't happpening, so then i get asked to fight, i'm past 6 foot, i used to stay up till 2am bare fist fightinh with some chinese guys i lived with, i know what goes where and such, so naturally i tell these guys to calm and jsut move on, i'm not out for hitting anyone, so at that point, the question comes up "well would you rather fight me or him, who do you rekcon's stronger"

now you can't answer this, these guys would prolly forget it goes left right left walking, so i make a move to jsut bugger off, so i get throttled, head smashed in against the wall, really not what i was expecting, but i just stuck to myself, i knew better at that moment, and it jsut got funny after that, half suddenly got real agro, half got all second thoughts, and one grabs a pc game i'd bought as a present for a friend, they smashed up the disk and wer so excited that they couldn't really understand that the manual that i picked up was all i cared about and i smiled and i grinned and oh how i laughed at them, that really got em livid, and i jsut walked offf laughing so hard, was walking around town later on after i'd had some wife beater, saw one of em on the cathederal green, walked up to him and punched him so hard in the face that he went down and didn't come up. the girls he was trying to impress at the time didn't really know what to make of it when i introduced myself and asked them how their evening was going :D


only other time i got hit for silly reasons, i was getting with a girl, her ex was a tank and a dick, got on my case, demanding to know what was going on etc, so i told him he could scerw himself as ait wasn't his business, to which he said he'd smack me, so i grabbed a couple of beers, told him where i'd be sitting, and that he could do jsut that, so i drink my beers when he rolls in with 3 guys in the car with him, walks over to me, punches and knees me in the face till i'm on the ground, demands why the f*** i'm not fighting back, so i jsut stood up, grinned ear from ear and said "know what fella, wasn't your business before, isn't your business now." i then told him some bull i made up on the spot about how when you hit sopmeone that hard as to bloody their face up good, you lveave your dna alllll over that guys face, now i was bleeding everywhere, with some fantastic photo', oh he got scared! first off he tried to talk to the girl, say i started a fight with him, then that he didn't even see me that night etc, then just dissapeared off the map. that was worth it, so very very worth it!

i'm a cool headed guy, i'll take a punch if it'll make my point :)
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Hell Nah.... BRO MAN UP AND DEFEND YOUR SELF......unless you like getting your ass kicked and laughed at in public?.......well to each his own.
 
Jimmy Luffnan

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Louis541 said:
Oh please. You jump into every fight you see so you're so righteous? What if that girl just robbed someone and they were keeping her there till the police come? What if you end up beating up the "Good guy" What about when someone else sees you beating up her boyfriend,then jumps you from behind because they think you're robbing them?
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Yes your right Louis, I am righteous.

Because I read a situation before I start punching somebodies lights out....

People hide behind the fact that maybe it isn't what it looks like because they are to cowardly to get involved....

And they make excuses why......

So many people have the balls to punch somebody more defenseless than them or attack somebody when they have others standing behind them, but it seems that when somebody actually needs help.... they just turn the other cheek.....

But I guess they just keep coming up with more reasons why huh.... whatever makes them sleep at night....
 
OutdoIndo

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I got a good one from this year.
1st a little background: I am a 29 year-old father and husband. I am 5'11" 185 lbs. I also have had anger management issues and bi-polar disorder for about 15 years now. As you can imagine: this has lead me to a lifetime of fighting, oh did I mention that I was also head in a "gang" in high school? So we fought for the fun of it, and this was in the early-mid nineties folks... we basically created Ultimate Fighting. We even used to have fights videotaped because they happened every fucking day. It was pretty sweet for me, cuz as a little kid I got my ass beat just about every day in the housing projects near Lowery Air Base in Denver. So now I got to give a little bit back, lol.

Anywayz: 2009:
I, my wife, and my 4 y/o daughter are on our way home from Sunday breakfast with my grandfather. I was in a perfectly happy mood, full from breakfast and a little sleepy, but in no way agitated. As I am driving, there is a red light and I see there is just 1 car in front of me, a Charcoal colored Civic. I noticed b/c I'm anal and I always like to be first in line, so I notice little shit like how many cars are in front of me. Anyway, the light turns green and we proceed forward, as my car enters the intersection, for no reason, the Civic slams on his brakes: causing me to stop in the middle of the intersection. Then he just sits there? I can see him looking at me in his mirror and I am honking for him to keep moving, then he suddenly flips me the bird. WTF? So I cut to his left and pass him, he tries to keep me from passing... all the while my wife is yelling at me to "just let it go". Fuck that shit man!!! I cut him off hard, slam on the brakes and I am at his door punching his window before he could even get his seatbelt off. You may think I'm stupid cus he could have had a gun or a knife, but my wife had my gun in the car, and she will use it if she needs to, and knives are not a problem for me (lol, that brings back many memories). Anyway, as his driver's window breaks, he finally gets the door open and I let him get out, only to find that he is a full foot taller than me! Always eager for a challenge and ready for a fight; I just smile and am always prepared to back myself up. He only had one chance, but there was nothing he coulda done to stop me anyway. The dumbass threw a straight kick at me! LOL! His legs were so long, it was like slow-motion. I grabbed it, pulled him toward me, and noticed he was much too heavy for me to lift easily, so I wrapped up his other leg, rammed my shoulder into his chest and we flew directly against the back door of the Civic! SMASH! A huge dent, lol. As we hit the ground, I had knocked the wind out of him, so I took advantage, got my legs around him (as cars were passing by and honking at us) and put his ass in a rear-neck-and-choke. As he was losing consciousness, my wife came around his car and saw what was happening. She fucking freaked out and thought I was gonna kill him (I was just gonna help him take a little nap) and she started kicking me in the face and head, with her fucking heels. Needless to say, I let go before I was finished and we got in the car and drove off.

 Maybe next time you "road ragers" out there will think about this story when you get mad on the road. There are a lot of people like me, who are out there with a lot of fights under our belt, just waiting for an opportunity to use/hone our skills in real-world situations. Yeah, I fight in regulated fights too, and usually win, but nothing beats the rush of facing and physically conquering the unknown.


:peace:
 
robert 14617

robert 14617

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about ten years ago i worked for a co. servicing bank equipt. all over so. tex. i stayed on the road all day, i used to act like i was reaching under my seat for a gun if someone cut me off or just po'ed me for some reason that all stopped when the other person reached and came up with something in there hand , i wheeled off the next exit and never pulled that crap again
 
OutdoIndo

OutdoIndo

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robert 14617 said:
about ten years ago i worked for a co. servicing bank equipt. all over so. tex. i stayed on the road all day, i used to act like i was reaching under my seat for a gun if someone cut me off or just po'ed me for some reason that all stopped when the other person reached and came up with something in there hand , i wheeled off the next exit and never pulled that crap again
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LOL, that is exactly what I'm talking about, you better come up with a gun bigger than mine if you reach for something. Cuz I ride with one in the chamber too.

:peace:
 
OutdoIndo

OutdoIndo

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robert 14617 said:
there is someone out there that will call your bluff i found out first hand,not a good time...rob
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Never bluff when your life or others are a risk. If you start any shit, in any way, better be totally prepared to back it up. I always have a blade on me, usually my gun, and always my Louisville in the backseat. So I am prepared for war. But I have learned it from my personal experiences.

:peace:
 
robert 14617

robert 14617

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its a different world out there now,when i was a kid people would fight ,take there lumps or hand them out then it was over now its like its not over until someone bleeds or dies
 
OutdoIndo

OutdoIndo

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Also, just to put another scare in y'all... there have been several time that I have followed/stalked assholes on the road or from other situations, without them ever even knowing I was there. It is really very easy to find out everything about a stranger. Be careful out there, people like me are crazy. :mrgreen:

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