I had a good laugh sat night while out with some friends at a local club. I guess I talked to the wrong female and her jealous ex boyfriend. " she said ex, I duno" caught some serious beef with me. it was after the club let out he waited to try me out in the parking lot. I tried my damndest to walk, but he threw a few shots. He was fat and had no skill. I didnt want to hurt the guy Which is why I think I faught him the way I did. It was all jabs and move. Im talkin like three quick jabs and pivot three more. I'd back him off without even throwing my right and not even thinking bout my hooks and uppercuts. He just kept rushing. But he threw one right w/bad intentions I guess youd say and I decided to end it. It was too easy my fav combo posted in a thread last week slipped the right, double hook to the body folded him. dropped the right, sent him to la la land and cleaned up with a masive hook guy laid flat out. Just wanted to share a funny moment It came to mind to post after realizing I used my fav combo as posted in another thread.
I feel bad to an extent. I'll admit when I started to box it was to be the baddest man aroiund and before I hear it from Punch Drunk or somebody I realize that is not the point of this sport. I was just wondering who had been in a similiar incident? and especially faught so out of character. Im a brawler all hooks and uppercuts set up by straight punches I jump on apponents and stay in there face. the jab and move thing I havnt worked on in for ever. glad I can still do it.

i got a kick outta that story. I dont have any similar stories but i love reading about them.. good job man.. its not like u started that beef anyway so its all good.. how big are u.. height and weight wise

i got a kick outta that story. I dont have any similar stories but i love reading about them.. good job man.. its not like u started that beef anyway so its all good.. how big are u.. height and weight wise

I laugh at it myself everytime I hear it at the gym and on here. Its funny most of us boxers are pretty nice guys til you go too far. I mean I could have rocked the **** out of him from the time he got in my face. It must be the confidence knowing I could kill em I dunno.
I'm 5'11" 237 right now. On my way to between 210 and 215 for a fight in November.

I dont have any stories like that bout myself but theres one this guy from work from another gym told me. He went to a club and as he was leavin he accidently knocked this guy in the chest with his shoulder. And hes only bout 5'7 140lbs and this guy was like 6'1 180. So the guy starts freakin out at him and was all "you wanna ****in fight i'l knock you out!". And he responds with "not really but i am kinda bored so why not?" so the guy throws a wide right at him he ducks cracks him with a left and the guy falls straight on his ass. The lil guy goes up to him "**** dude thanks for that you really made my night" and walked away

I dont have any stories like that bout myself but theres one this guy from work from another gym told me. He went to a club and as he was leavin he accidently knocked this guy in the chest with his shoulder. And hes only bout 5'7 140lbs and this guy was like 6'1 180. So the guy starts freakin out at him and was all "you wanna ****in fight i'l knock you out!". And he responds with "not really but i am kinda bored so why not?" so the guy throws a wide right at him he ducks cracks him with a left and the guy falls straight on his ass. The lil guy goes up to him "**** dude thanks for that you really made my night" and walked away

lmao. I think fighters need to stay out of the clubs. The guy I'm talkin about had me by about 3-4 inches and prob 30 lbs a big guy.

hey guys read my thread see what you think and stick some storys in yourself no bull**** tho ok.

hey guys read my thread see what you think and stick some storys in yourself no bull**** tho ok.

:hijacked: :pat: :fing26:

Kayo, that **** was hilarious bro...

Kayo, that **** was hilarious bro...

FOR REAL KO'D BY A GUY THAT COMES UP TO YOUR CHEST, :fing02:

My former next-door neighbor and I had had words a number of times. He and his brother were meth dealers and had inherited the place from their father. Nice, uptown, hi-rise condo. At one point last spring he was using the place for a flophouse, renting it out to junkies. I bumped into him in the hallway in I think May -- I'd had a hand in having his brother arrested a few weeks before (I'd found out he had a warrant out and had called a bounty hunter to come get him, even buzzed the dogs into the building :cop: ) -- and he sucker-punched me after talking **** for a minute.

I'd tried to slip by him, telling him I didn't want any trouble, but I could see him shuffling his feet and I knew it was going to be a right hand for my ear as soon as I passed him. I saw him throw it from the corner of my eye -- he reached way back and threw a big, looping punch -- I weaved under it, pivoted, and slid back -- and his hand hit the wall. These are old, lathe-and-plaster walls from the 20's, and meth turns your bones into chalk. He broke his hand and his wrist in a few places, and put a dent in the plaster. He was crying like a little girl, I mean tears, and wailing, and everything, holding his hand. I bounced toward him in my stance, weaved a little bit in my most precocious Tyson impression, and he literally ran out of there, still crying. I had to sort it out with the cops, give a statement, etc. The cops who answered the call knew me -- and him -- by name, and let me off pretty easy.

He moved out a couple of months ago, the place foreclosed (liens against it) and was picked up by a nice single mom who renovated the hell out of it and has started coming to our church. :banana: Boxing FTW. :boxing:

My former next-door neighbor and I had had words a number of times. He and his brother were meth dealers and had inherited the place from their father. Nice, uptown, hi-rise condo. At one point last spring he was using the place for a flophouse, renting it out to junkies. I bumped into him in the hallway in I think May -- I'd had a hand in having his brother arrested a few weeks before (I'd found out he had a warrant out and had called a bounty hunter to come get him, even buzzed the dogs into the building :cop: ) -- and he sucker-punched me after talking **** for a minute.

I'd tried to slip by him, telling him I didn't want any trouble, but I could see him shuffling his feet and I knew it was going to be a right hand for my ear as soon as I passed him. I saw him throw it from the corner of my eye -- he reached way back and threw a big, looping punch -- I weaved under it, pivoted, and slid back -- and his hand hit the wall. These are old, lathe-and-plaster walls from the 20's, and meth turns your bones into chalk. He broke his hand and his wrist in a few places, and put a dent in the plaster. He was crying like a little girl, I mean tears, and wailing, and everything, holding his hand. I bounced toward him in my stance, weaved a little bit in my most precocious Tyson impression, and he literally ran out of there, still crying. I had to sort it out with the cops, give a statement, etc. The cops who answered the call knew me -- and him -- by name, and let me off pretty easy.

He moved out a couple of months ago, the place foreclosed (liens against it) and was picked up by a nice single mom who renovated the hell out of it and has started coming to our church. :banana: Boxing FTW. :boxing:

Nice. Fraidy. more noble than mine.

My former next-door neighbor and I had had words a number of times. He and his brother were meth dealers and had inherited the place from their father. Nice, uptown, hi-rise condo. At one point last spring he was using the place for a flophouse, renting it out to junkies. I bumped into him in the hallway in I think May -- I'd had a hand in having his brother arrested a few weeks before (I'd found out he had a warrant out and had called a bounty hunter to come get him, even buzzed the dogs into the building :cop: ) -- and he sucker-punched me after talking **** for a minute.

I'd tried to slip by him, telling him I didn't want any trouble, but I could see him shuffling his feet and I knew it was going to be a right hand for my ear as soon as I passed him. I saw him throw it from the corner of my eye -- he reached way back and threw a big, looping punch -- I weaved under it, pivoted, and slid back -- and his hand hit the wall. These are old, lathe-and-plaster walls from the 20's, and meth turns your bones into chalk. He broke his hand and his wrist in a few places, and put a dent in the plaster. He was crying like a little girl, I mean tears, and wailing, and everything, holding his hand. I bounced toward him in my stance, weaved a little bit in my most precocious Tyson impression, and he literally ran out of there, still crying. I had to sort it out with the cops, give a statement, etc. The cops who answered the call knew me -- and him -- by name, and let me off pretty easy.

He moved out a couple of months ago, the place foreclosed (liens against it) and was picked up by a nice single mom who renovated the hell out of it and has started coming to our church. :banana: Boxing FTW. :boxing:

Haha u ****ed up a crack head or a meth head but at the end of the day your a snitch

man i find it funny how how easily u can get out of fights because people have this taboo sentiment towards boxers. as all of you know i dont claim to be n e thing special and have only been boxing for a while havent even had a bout etc. but i was down town the other day just walkin from a to b with a couple of mates and went past the typical group of ***** thugs who have to say something to everyone who walks past. so they take their pot shots and we respond.. nothing of it. then one actually jumps up acting all ghetto hard gets in my face and he's alot bigger but probably drug ****ed as ****. n e ways invasion of personal space so i give him this big explosive shove and he's on his ass humbled so he jumps up and comes flyin back at me by which time ive switched into an orthodox stance and on light on the toes. n e ways all his mates fly in get between as do mine. and they walk off. next thing he's on the fone to this chick that is with us sayin how he's comin back and its gonna be just me and him and tell me that its over etc. im like yeah whatever ill be down for that. so n e ways he doesnt show like i thought he wouldnt. see him later down town and cant help myself cause im kinda still gunnin myself. give him the big what the **** u cant finish what u start and he's all like nah man i dont want no problems and all this ****, already in trouble with the cops. so i leave it. find out later from a mutual aquaintence that was with him that the guy was all keen as **** then the aquaintance made some casual remark about having seen me at the boxing club and he did a full one eighty said he wasnt gettin himself into n et hing like that and left it there. not much of a story or even a street fight but when i read fraidys found it funny that it seems like a lot of hardcore warriors will back down at the first sign of resistance. i wouldnt really have n e qualms about using n e thing i had leanred through boxing if someone was starting with me. 99 times out of 100 that person has picked that person because they think they will win. maybe some of these people need to learn the hardway about pickin your target. i would have laughed my ass off in n e of the situations you guys have mentioned. lard asses acting hard and gettin out boxed by a brawler. drug dealers trying to intimidate then finding themselves in tears before a punch has even been thrown at them. funny.

but at the end of the day your a snitch


Man wtf are you 15 years old?

If there is a meth dealer in my building he can get straight the **** out. Cops or no cops.

man i find it funny how how easily u can get out of fights because people have this taboo sentiment towards boxers. as all of you know i dont claim to be n e thing special and have only been boxing for a while havent even had a bout etc. but i was down town the other day just walkin from a to b with a couple of mates and went past the typical group of ***** thugs who have to say something to everyone who walks past. so they take their pot shots and we respond.. nothing of it. then one actually jumps up acting all ghetto hard gets in my face and he's alot bigger but probably drug ****ed as ****. n e ways invasion of personal space so i give him this big explosive shove and he's on his ass humbled so he jumps up and comes flyin back at me by which time ive switched into an orthodox stance and on light on the toes. n e ways all his mates fly in get between as do mine. and they walk off. next thing he's on the fone to this chick that is with us sayin how he's comin back and its gonna be just me and him and tell me that its over etc. im like yeah whatever ill be down for that. so n e ways he doesnt show like i thought he wouldnt. see him later down town and cant help myself cause im kinda still gunnin myself. give him the big what the **** u cant finish what u start and he's all like nah man i dont want no problems and all this ****, already in trouble with the cops. so i leave it. find out later from a mutual aquaintence that was with him that the guy was all keen as **** then the aquaintance made some casual remark about having seen me at the boxing club and he did a full one eighty said he wasnt gettin himself into n et hing like that and left it there. not much of a story or even a street fight but when i read fraidys found it funny that it seems like a lot of hardcore warriors will back down at the first sign of resistance. i wouldnt really have n e qualms about using n e thing i had leanred through boxing if someone was starting with me. 99 times out of 100 that person has picked that person because they think they will win. maybe some of these people need to learn the hardway about pickin your target. i would have laughed my ass off in n e of the situations you guys have mentioned. lard asses acting hard and gettin out boxed by a brawler. drug dealers trying to intimidate then finding themselves in tears before a punch has even been thrown at them. funny.

ha i love the taboo on not fighting boxers. The first week i started people started treating me like i was some sort of assassin.

Haha u ****ed up a crack head or a meth head but at the end of the day your a snitch

No, at the end of the day I'm a man, who undertook a novel and effective course of action to ensure the safety of his family. :luvbed:

Man wtf are you 15 years old?

If there is a meth dealer in my building he can get straight the **** out. Cops or no cops.

Amen. And to clarify, I didn't call the cops on his brother. I'd called a bail enforcement agent after the cops, responding to a fight in the guy's condo, told me that his brother had a warrant out. The brother's warrant wasn't sufficient for the cops to kick down his door, but the bounty hunters were glad to do it. They had him cuffed and stuffed in two minutes from the time they got off the elevator. :banana: After that, I started emailing the bail bondsman with the make and license plate of every junky car parked in my neighbor's space; they hauled away half a dozen more lowlife ****ups over a two-month period before the guy put his place up for sale.

You guys are talking about Crack (Meth) heads and getto peeps on the streets that are probably wasted. I would think twice before handing someone their ass to them because of the simple fact that people like that meaning junkies share needles and all that crap, what if he has something and you get his blood all over your bloody fists?

Just a thought fellas, I hit the clubs often too had a few run ins here and there, but its a bit different than your average crack head on the corner.

As for FradyCat and the meth head, who the hell wants to live by a meth house?! You can't blame him for trying to get them out of there. Even if they move out if they used it as a lab it could effect everyone around there, that **** kills!

You guys want a boxing story? Here's one...

My hometown is Panama City, FL, spring break capital of the world. Well, a few of my buddies were out at the beach during spring break, looking for beer and women. Well, these are the guys who are big gym rats and boxing students, but they never brag about it or shadowbox in public like some guys that just try to attract attention. They are walking down the beach when they see this: Two non-locals walk past a group of people and one of them pays a compliment to the local girls in the crowd. Well, one of the guys flips out and starts screaming at the dudes, telling the non locals that he is going to beat the hell out of them, etc. Well, the guys actually apologize and say they dont want to fight, etc. Doesn't work, local boy is drunk (apparently) and has already gotten in too deep. The first non local takes off his shirt and my buddies notice the Golden Gloves tattoo'ed on the back of his shoulder with the dates underneath (they assume it was dates, because it was writing and they weren't close enough to read it). The drunk guy swings a punch that our golden glover ducks and then they SAID he hit drunk guy and KO'ed him, face first in the sand, but he landed 4 shots before the guy actually lost his feet. Everyone walked away after that, and my buddies laughed hysterically.

I do not box, I read a little stuff out of books. I can see me getting into a streetfight with some ******s myself. I plan on firing the first punch, and ending it without getting hit if possible... which I doubt! lol but Id like too

Haha u ****ed up a crack head or a meth head but at the end of the day your a snitch

darkstar you obviously have no idea what the real world is like. Have you ever tried to raise a child in or near an area infested with not only the meth head, but all of his cronies and dealers. **** you little boy call me a snitch I would have done the same thing *****:nonono: :nonono:

I do not box, I read a little stuff out of books. I can see me getting into a streetfight with some ******s myself. I plan on firing the first punch, and ending it without getting hit if possible... which I doubt! lol but Id like too

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ******?
IF YOU ARE REFERING TO URBAN CULTURED WHITE'S OK I'M A ****** I EVEN HAVE A HALF BLACK SON. SO. COME THROW THE FIRST PUNCH. PLEASE

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ******?
IF YOU ARE REFERING TO URBAN CULTURED WHITE'S OK I'M A ****** I EVEN HAVE A HALF BLACK SON. SO. COME THROW THE FIRST PUNCH. PLEASE

man not at ******s ****. There are some punk ass kids who are ******s who want to fight me

Around here, the word refers to SUB-urban, NON-cultured whites. Who generally end up looking like this:

http://i.somethingawful.com/fashion/streetstyle/14.jpg

and thinking they're badass. They talk ****, they get all up your face, yo, and they drive 115-hp 4-door family sedans with 2-foot wings and 4" exhausts. But man, they look cool.

And it's unfortunate, but these kinds of jokers really DO start crap. I've seen it; I've had to walk away from it. These are the kinds of morons who might be packing their daddy's Sig Sauer and want to show their frat brothers or suburban homies that they're hard, yo. Word to the cul-de-sac.

Point being, I doubt he was referring to you.

Around here, the word refers to SUB-urban, NON-cultured whites. Who generally end up looking like this:

http://i.somethingawful.com/fashion/streetstyle/14.jpg

and thinking they're badass. They talk ****, they get all up your face, yo, and they drive 115-hp 4-door family sedans with 2-foot wings and 4" exhausts. But man, they look cool.

And it's unfortunate, but these kinds of jokers really DO start crap. I've seen it; I've had to walk away from it. These are the kinds of morons who might be packing their daddy's Sig Sauer and want to show their frat brothers or suburban homies that they're hard, yo. Word to the cul-de-sac.

Point being, I doubt he was referring to you.



That is EXACTLY what the kid I might fight is. Good save

Around here, the word refers to SUB-urban, NON-cultured whites. Who generally end up looking like this:

http://i.somethingawful.com/fashion/streetstyle/14.jpg

and thinking they're badass. They talk ****, they get all up your face, yo, and they drive 115-hp 4-door family sedans with 2-foot wings and 4" exhausts. But man, they look cool.

And it's unfortunate, but these kinds of jokers really DO start crap. I've seen it; I've had to walk away from it. These are the kinds of morons who might be packing their daddy's Sig Sauer and want to show their frat brothers or suburban homies that they're hard, yo. Word to the cul-de-sac.

Point being, I doubt he was referring to you.

LMAO AT THAT PIC. I DIDN'T KNOW THEY STILL EXISTED. THAT **** WOULDNT FLY AROUND HERE. HE WOULDNT LIVE LONG.

That is EXACTLY what the kid I might fight is. Good save

There were a lot of these penny-ante Scarface wannabes sucking my neighbor's ****, running his **** in their half-primered Civics, tear-assing through the neighborhood at 3 AM. The kind of kid who's just stupid enough to be actually dangerous -- he grew up in a McMansion, flunked out of high school, and thinks running ice for free hits is "the life."

LMAO AT THAT PIC. I DIDN'T KNOW THEY STILL EXISTED. THAT **** WOULDNT FLY AROUND HERE. HE WOULDNT LIVE LONG.

Yeah, you're looking at high fashion in the "drug scene" around here. At least, so it is uptown, in the clubs and the parking lots. I **** thee not.

lmao you have these guys in America too? lmao cos we get them in England all over the place. I dunno how many are drug dealers. Most dont even do up there cars there drive tiny little things at like 70 mph thinking its "well hard." There are, although distinct differences from the 'chav' and the '******' here: ( btw chav is alot more common in England )http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=chav I know the kid in the 5th picture. hes friends with one of the punks! http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=******

That is EXACTLY what the kid I might fight is. Good save

YOU KNOW WHAT IT WOULDNT BE WORTH THE TIME OR EFFORT. THE GAIN WOULDNT BE MUCH THE DOWNSIDE COULD BE BAD NOT A GOOD GAMBLE. DON'T THROW THE FIRST PUNCH IF YOUR A MAN ABOUT IT WALK. IF HE PERSISTS. TRY TO WALK AGAIN. IT HAS TO BE PETTY. LOOKING AT THAT TYPE OF GUY, THERE IS NO OTHER EXPLINATION. IF HE STARTS TO FIGHT YOU OF COURSE DEFEND YOURSELF AND YOU BETTER WHOOP HIS ASS. BUT NO AMOUNT OF NAME CALLING OR HARASSING IS GOING TO BE WORTH MAKING YOURSELF LOOK JUST AS BAD AS HE DOES.
AS FAR AS MY LAST POST IM HAVING ONE HELLUVA BAD DAY. LOST A BIG FIGHT IN COURT ABOUT A CONTRACT I GOT SUCKERED INTO AND A FIGHT I HAD SHCEDULED FOR NOV4TH FELL THROUGH. NOT TO MENTION WORK SUCKS ASS TODAY. I APPOLOGIZE AS A MAN FOR ANY INSULT I MAY HAVE DIRECTED TO YOU. :crazy: :rofl: :friday:

lmao you have these guys in America too? lmao cos we get them in England all over the place. I dunno how many are drug dealers.

These guys are EVERYPLACE around here. The guys I was referring to weren't dealers; I think they were just couriers to the actual dealers, or nickelbacks at best. His "street team," from what I gathered. Most of them, seriously, were the kind of idiot pictured above. Maybe not in pink, but you get the idea. Just as silly-looking.

They vanished when he moved his operation and started renting the place out to the actual junkies. Then it turned into Night of the Living Dead around here. Ugh.

Sorry to hear that, King.

Everything turns around; you'll be alright, I promise. Way to man up.

YOU KNOW WHAT IT WOULDNT BE WORTH THE TIME OR EFFORT. THE GAIN WOULDNT BE MUCH THE DOWNSIDE COULD BE BAD NOT A GOOD GAMBLE. DON'T THROW THE FIRST PUNCH IF YOUR A MAN ABOUT IT WALK. IF HE PERSISTS. TRY TO WALK AGAIN. IT HAS TO BE PETTY. LOOKING AT THAT TYPE OF GUY, THERE IS NO OTHER EXPLINATION. IF HE STARTS TO FIGHT YOU OF COURSE DEFEND YOURSELF AND YOU BETTER WHOOP HIS ASS. BUT NO AMOUNT OF NAME CALLING OR HARASSING IS GOING TO BE WORTH MAKING YOURSELF LOOK JUST AS BAD AS HE DOES.
AS FAR AS MY LAST POST IM HAVING ONE HELLUVA BAD DAY. LOST A BIG FIGHT IN COURT ABOUT A CONTRACT I GOT SUCKERED INTO AND A FIGHT I HAD SHCEDULED FOR NOV4TH FELL THROUGH. NOT TO MENTION WORK SUCKS ASS TODAY. I APPOLOGIZE AS A MAN FOR ANY INSULT I MAY HAVE DIRECTED TO YOU. :crazy: :rofl: :friday:


insult? Buddy you didnt insult me Im sorry if I insulted you. Sorry to hear that man! but fraidycat is right itll get better! Yeh youre right I should just ignore that idiot. Theres a story behind it actually. youre right I should just walk on.

insult? Buddy you didnt insult me Im sorry if I insulted you. Sorry to hear that man! but fraidycat is right itll get better! Yeh youre right I should just ignore that idiot. Theres a story behind it actually. youre right I should just walk on.

ALL GOOD THEN DON'T GO FOR THE OKEE DOKE.

huh?...........

huh?...........

IT'S A TERM USED IN THE SOUTH FOR A CON. OR SOMEBODY TRYING TO SUCKER YOU INTO SOMTHING IT WAS IN REFERENCE TO YOUR "******" TROUBLE.

ahh kl man you get your message. Sorry man my first post sounded really bad

ahh kl man you get your message. Sorry man my first post sounded really bad

FORGOTTEN:: :crazy: :alcoholic :friday: :beerchug:

Got in a fight outside a club.My m8 was talking to sum girl and she was piised out of her face and started being rude, "go back to where u came from" my m8 starts talking to her calmly but because he pissed it ends up in a argument. Me being the sobar 1 defusses the situation by apologising for any missunderstanding and that we dont wanna argue we have come out for a good night just like u.

As soon as a said that the ***** slapped me in the face! Then she tried to attack me and i end up blocking her and grabbed on to her arms to push them away.Next thing i know the bounchers and all these guys are standing round me like am the one attacking her or something. Her friends drag her away, shes swearing and being a general dick head, and things seem to calm down.

Am still standing outside the club and this point with two m8s, talking to the one who was arguning with this girl and he says he feels guilty i got slapped. Next thing all i hear is a "smack" sound at the back of my head and my head kinda moves forward a bit. I turn round thinking what the hell, and this guys trying to attack me with his cheap shots.(HE WAS FRIENDS WITH THIS FEMALE).

Well that was it, i was so mad i completey forgot about being the nice guy i am, by this time my other m8 was fighting with about 3 of um and he was getting a bit of a beating (funny as hell now) so i def thought right ur really gonna get it!!

3 of um ran down the road and we both chased them, my other m8 didnt want to get involved and was trying to stop me. The funniest thing about it was my m8 is fat as a barrell, ever watched a fat pissed up bas*ard run? The road was uneven and i watched him trip and stumble right infront of me.

Cut a long story short, we caught up with them but he also had a few other m8s that were running behind us too, they didnt want any trouble and were trying to stop the fighting.They kept holding me back from getting to him and restraine me. Well cause it was little old me wanting to fight, they must have though there m8 was gonna give me a beating, so they let me go. We started to fight. It was over in one shot!! I only jabbed him in the nose and put him on his arse. I let him get back up and hes ****ed and stumbling around hold his nose, when he got up i can tell he dont wanna fight cause hes already throw a few shots at me by this stage and ive slipped them.He was thinking oh dear, i cud see it it his eyes.

His m8s come to his rescue and save him from punishment. Funny thing is as soon as he was in the protection of his friends that were holding him up cause he was dazed he was like "come on then giving it the big man talk". They walked him away and i went home and laughed till i cried remembering my m8 running down the road. Fat Gaz u piss head that night was great!!

Got in a fight outside a club.My m8 was talking to sum girl and she was piised out of her face and started being rude, "go back to where u came from" my m8 starts talking to her calmly but because he pissed it ends up in a argument. Me being the sobar 1 defusses the situation by apologising for any missunderstanding and that we dont wanna argue we have come out for a good night just like u.

As soon as a said that the ***** slapped me in the face! Then she tried to attack me and i end up blocking her and grabbed on to her arms to push them away.Next thing i know the bounchers and all these guys are standing round me like am the one attacking her or something. Her friends drag her away, shes swearing and being a general dick head, and things seem to calm down.

Am still standing outside the club and this point with two m8s, talking to the one who was arguning with this girl and he says he feels guilty i got slapped. Next thing all i hear is a "smack" sound at the back of my head and my head kinda moves forward a bit. I turn round thinking what the hell, and this guys trying to attack me with his cheap shots.(HE WAS FRIENDS WITH THIS FEMALE).

Well that was it, i was so mad i completey forgot about being the nice guy i am, by this time my other m8 was fighting with about 3 of um and he was getting a bit of a beating (funny as hell now) so i def thought right ur really gonna get it!!

3 of um ran down the road and we both chased them, my other m8 didnt want to get involved and was trying to stop me. The funniest thing about it was my m8 is fat as a barrell, ever watched a fat pissed up bas*ard run? The road was uneven and i watched him trip and stumble right infront of me.

Cut a long story short, we caught up with them but he also had a few other m8s that were running behind us too, they didnt want any trouble and were trying to stop the fighting.They kept holding me back from getting to him and restraine me. Well cause it was little old me wanting to fight, they must have though there m8 was gonna give me a beating, so they let me go. We started to fight. It was over in one shot!! I only jabbed him in the nose and put him on his arse. I let him get back up and hes ****ed and stumbling around hold his nose, when he got up i can tell he dont wanna fight cause hes already throw a few shots at me by this stage and ive slipped them.He was thinking oh dear, i cud see it it his eyes.

His m8s come to his rescue and save him from punishment. Funny thing is as soon as he was in the protection of his friends that were holding him up cause he was dazed he was like "come on then giving it the big man talk". They walked him away and i went home and laughed till i cried remembering my m8 running down the road. Fat Gaz u piss head that night was great!!

LOL, WHAT THE HELL BOXERS, CLUBS AND WOMEN FOR SOME REASON DON'T MIX. NICE YOURS WASN'T AS STUBORN OR YOU GOT A HELLUV A JAB. I THINK I MAY HAVE BUSTED THE PUNKS NOSE WITH THE JABS I GAVE HIM, BUT HE JUST CAME HARDER

LOL, WHAT THE HELL BOXERS, CLUBS AND WOMEN FOR SOME REASON DON'T MIX. NICE YOURS WASN'T AS STUBORN OR YOU GOT A HELLUV A JAB. I THINK I MAY HAVE BUSTED THE PUNKS NOSE WITH THE JABS I GAVE HIM, BUT HE JUST CAME HARDER


Lol i know what u mean. Yeah i think i busted that guys nose 2 :ugh: Oops didnt mean 2 f*ck u up that much hehe.

My hand was hurting like a mother cough, ****, sneeze, cough.:tapedshut

I hit hard grrrrrrhhh!!! :)

darkstar you obviously have no idea what the real world is like. Have you ever tried to raise a child in or near an area infested with not only the meth head, but all of his cronies and dealers. **** you little boy call me a snitch I would have done the same thing *****:nonono: :nonono:

U sound like a crybaby snitch. I live on my own in some crazy ass apartment so i know a little bit. U must be a real G raisin a child in the meth lab hood.
but from what ive seen (and im sure u have to G) is that if that was real dealer with people that look to him for money and ****. Then it wouldnt be in your best safety to snitch. It dont take but a few free hits to send some sorry broke mofo at u
By the way im talkin bout here in the US not some england ****

U sound like a crybaby snitch. I live on my own in some crazy ass apartment so i know a little bit. U must be a real G raisin a child in the meth lab hood.
but from what ive seen (and im sure u have to G) is that if that was real dealer with people that look to him for money and ****. Then it wouldnt be in your best safety to snitch. It dont take but a few free hits to send some sorry broke mofo at u
By the way im talkin bout here in the US not some england ****

ENGLAND I LIVE IN L.A. AND HAVE LIVED IN NY. DETROIT AND MEMPHIS.
I FEEL YOU ON WHAT YOUR SAYIN. I'VE BEEN LOCKED DOWN KNOW WHAT A ***** A SNITCH IS, THATS GRAVY, WHEN YOUR TALKIN BOUT RAISIN A KID. I AM A SINGLE FATHER. THE WHOLE GAME CHANGES. YOU DON'T WANT THAT **** NEXT DOOR. HE HANDLED HIS IT'S OVER ITS NOT LIKE HE RUNS TO THE POLICE ON ANY THING HE SEES. ITS ABOUT MAKING A WAY FOR YOUR CHILD NOT PLAYING A ROLE TO KEEP IT COOL WITH THE PEEPS IN THE STREETS. YEAH THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES TO PAY FOR THAT TYPE OF ****, BUT IN A SITUATION YOU ONLY HAVE SO MUCH CONTROL. YOU GOT TO DO SOMTHING OR HAVE SOMTHING DONE TO YOU."OR IN THIS CASE YOUR FAMILY" DO YOU START A WAR NEXT DOOR, NO YOU GET RID OF THE PEST. THATS NOT A SNITCH. NOT IN MY BOOK

U sound like a crybaby snitch. I live on my own in some crazy ass apartment so i know a little bit. U must be a real G raisin a child in the meth lab hood.
but from what ive seen (and im sure u have to G) is that if that was real dealer with people that look to him for money and ****. Then it wouldnt be in your best safety to snitch. It dont take but a few free hits to send some sorry broke mofo at u
By the way im talkin bout here in the US not some england ****

I'm in the US. And this is no meth lab hood. I'm in a high-rise condo with views of the city and the ocean, five minutes from downtown. I work my ass off for this place. And I don't give a rusty **** what your little punkass thinks; anyone else, either. I do what I have to do to protect my family. That's my duty as a man. If it means "snitching," then fine. Frankly, I thought calling out the dogs on his ass -- and his friends -- was a novel and innovative solution that far outweighed the benefits of calling the cops. Frankly, if I'd known how many ****ups they'd have hauled out of there over the next six weeks, I'd have asked for a piece of the action.

Now, if you'd rather have lowlifes, ****ups, and junkies living next door because you're too ***** to "snitch," then you'd better grow a pair.

If you have any kind of sympathy for drug-dealing scumbags -- particularly if you're one of these slackbellied, mouth-breathing, wannabe-gangsta loser dip****s who thinks it's "the life" -- then I wouldn't piss in your ass if your guts were on fire, much less care about what you might think of me. :op:

Your friend in Christ,

Gentleman Joe

they have both just made excellent points. Some ****er starts ****ing about in your apartments what the ****? Hes a ****ing meth dealer. in other words hes scum

I wouldnt even have a problem calling the police on Kingdosia, even if he was innocent.

:owned:

the e war goes on

Im 14, so I don't really get in street fights :P. Infact, I don't even get in school fights really.

ha i love the taboo on not fighting boxers. The first week i started people started treating me like i was some sort of assassin.

I can verify this :\. I've been training for two weeks. I definitely get more respect. Which makes me kind of sad. I've always been REALLY nice to people. But it takes boxing classes to actualy gain any respect.

I stopped sreetfighting long time ago.

Grew out of it. Back home in Ukraine thats all I used to do, thats what all of us did, scraping out 3 times a day, loosing your baby teath in fights not the natural way.


Anyway its not worth it. Im a grown ass man, and I got nothig to prove to myself. If I need to, I put on a pair of gloves and spar.


As for ******s and such, well there are tons of them here too. But quite frankly I dont give a **** if theyr are white, black, asian or moonmen, any clown that looks like he took a **** in his pants trying to act hard by selling ounces and dimes thinking he's hard deserves a beating. They are all the same **** to me, all scum making each respective community look bad.

Just look at Manny P. About 60% of my friends are Filipino, hard working people, now a wankster like Manny P. with his ebonics and wannabe gangsta look aint doing nothing for his people.

Just look at Manny P. About 60% of my friends are Filipino, hard working people, now a wankster like Manny P. with his ebonics and wannabe gangsta look aint doing nothing for his people.

really, what the hell is it with this "gangsta" type style that attracts people? what is it about speaking broken english, sounding unintelligible, and wearing immensly over-sized clothing that attracts so many of today's youths?

i do know the scene well - i grew up in the early nineties. but, today, ****'s much worse. rap music isn't even rapping these days - it's mostly a goddamn 2 line chorus looped over and over with a generic base line as a sorry attempt to add a rhythm to a song. the whole "urban" culture style thing is old as well. very old and quite of played out by now.

personally, it's not really the musical taste, style of clothing, etc that is disgusting these days, it's the mannerisms and distinct behavioral traits that have developed out of the general "culture" associated with it.

But yet it brings in Money by the truck load

really, what the hell is it with this "gangsta" type style that attracts people? what is it about speaking broken english, sounding unintelligible, and wearing immensly over-sized clothing that attracts so many of today's youths?

i do know the scene well - i grew up in the early nineties. but, today, ****'s much worse. rap music isn't even rapping these days - it's mostly a goddamn 2 line chorus looped over and over with a generic base line as a sorry attempt to add a rhythm to a song. the whole "urban" culture style thing is old as well. very old and quite of played out by now.

personally, it's not really the musical taste, style of clothing, etc that is disgusting these days, it's the mannerisms and distinct behavioral traits that have developed out of the general "culture" associated with it.


good post...........

2 months ago I was at a hotel party, pretty drunk. Next thing I know 2 guys show up, both are 20 years old (old high school buddies) one is about 245, the other 215 -- and both about 6'3. They both must have been football jocks or something because they had this way of walking, thinking they are some kind of badass and they both were pretty built. Well...anyway I'm laying on the bed watching tv and the 215 guy comes in there and is like "Hey ***** I heard you can fight" (keep in mind im a ****ing 190 pound, 5'11 16 year old)... It kinda caught me off guard and I asked him what he said, and he repeated it. I got up and said, "Yeah that's what people tell me," next thing I know his buddies come in there with 2 pairs of 12 oz and some headgear. The 215 guy is strapping his gloves on, jumping around and stuff -- acting like he knows what he is doing. Then I get up, my friends help me put the gloves on -- but i refused to wear the headgear. We get in, trade a few times -- me getting the better of them. It almost seemed like this guy knew what he was doing at first, but then he takes a HUGE step and tries to throw the widest hook, I have EVER seen. I take a step and give him a right uppercut, and it lands really clean. They guy just stopped in mid swing and started hugging my leg, saying I broke his nose. He got up and his nose was like a fountain. I felt kinda bad and helped some guys get him cleaned up. At this point I'm tired and ready to take some more shots and pass out. Well...his buddy comes over there, litterally towering over me and tosses me the gloves and says something like he has boxed for 3 years and i have bad form, and fight scared. I laughed and strapped them on. He wasnt wearing headgear either...and by this time we had quite an audience (about 15 people) Well we go in and i open up with a jab and start trying to throw another punch, when next thing i know im getting hit REALLY hard, almost harder than I have ever been hit. Alot of the next part is a blur, but after brawling with this beast for about 70 seconds, he starts wrapping up with me. Well he does it and pushes off and hits me square in the face. At this point I am actually angry (which I hardly EVER get, especially when I am just boxing) We go in to trade and he drops a ****ing BOMB on me, right above my eye, and everything goes white. I caught myself and the big dumbass just kept moving his arm foward, leaving his right side of his face open. I throw the hardest left hook I have ever thrown, catch him right in the side of the face, then before even really bringing it back, I throw a huge right hook which catches him square in the face (his face turned when I hit him with the left) The big guy spins around and everyone starts jumping in, calling the fight for me. Probably one of the proudest moments of my life -- not because I fought and won, but because I realized all this training really was worth it.
I love boxing more than ever now

i do know the scene well - i grew up in the early nineties. but, today, ****'s much worse. rap music isn't even rapping these days - it's mostly a goddamn 2 line chorus looped over and over with a generic base line as a sorry attempt to add a rhythm to a song. the whole "urban" culture style thing is old as well. very old and quite of played out by now.


Couldn't agree more, I don't know when the last time I heard a rap song I like was and I used to listen to a lot of rap music.

But yet it brings in Money by the truck load

You know what they say about a fool and his money.

You guys want behind the scenes on the rap industry? You want to know what chumps they are? Read this. The guy is a friend of mine, who worked a gig as a roadie for 50 Cent, and this is his blog on it:

http://www.blindwino.com/driver.html

Click on Kill Myself or Die Tryin' Part 2 on the left hand side.

Around here, the word refers to SUB-urban, NON-cultured whites. Who generally end up looking like this:

http://i.somethingawful.com/fashion/streetstyle/14.jpg

and thinking they're badass. They talk ****, they get all up your face, yo, and they drive 115-hp 4-door family sedans with 2-foot wings and 4" exhausts. But man, they look cool.

And it's unfortunate, but these kinds of jokers really DO start crap. I've seen it; I've had to walk away from it. These are the kinds of morons who might be packing their daddy's Sig Sauer and want to show their frat brothers or suburban homies that they're hard, yo. Word to the cul-de-sac.

Point being, I doubt he was referring to you.

thanks for that pic i needed a good laugh.


really, what the hell is it with this "gangsta" type style that attracts people? what is it about speaking broken english, sounding unintelligible, and wearing immensly over-sized clothing that attracts so many of today's youths?

i do know the scene well - i grew up in the early nineties. but, today, ****'s much worse. rap music isn't even rapping these days - it's mostly a goddamn 2 line chorus looped over and over with a generic base line as a sorry attempt to add a rhythm to a song. the whole "urban" culture style thing is old as well. very old and quite of played out by now.

personally, it's not really the musical taste, style of clothing, etc that is disgusting these days, it's the mannerisms and distinct behavioral traits that have developed out of the general "culture" associated with it.

very well put mate

That is EXACTLY what the kid I might fight is. Good save

i'd try and avoid fighting kids like that...their usualy quite the easy win in a scrap but to try and act all tough they'll rally up whoever they know and like jump on you whenever your alone and somehow that satifies them for getting owned 1vs1

Word to the cul-de-sac.


Hilarious. We get these guys and the guidos here in jersey who always want to fight cause "Matt Hughes is the ****". Anyway, it is usually best to walk away as you might break something and then it's your ass.

2 months ago I was at a hotel party, pretty drunk. Next thing I know 2 guys show up, both are 20 years old (old high school buddies) one is about 245, the other 215 -- and both about 6'3. They both must have been football jocks or something because they had this way of walking, thinking they are some kind of badass and they both were pretty built. Well...anyway I'm laying on the bed watching tv and the 215 guy comes in there and is like "Hey ***** I heard you can fight" (keep in mind im a ****ing 190 pound, 5'11 16 year old)... It kinda caught me off guard and I asked him what he said, and he repeated it. I got up and said, "Yeah that's what people tell me," next thing I know his buddies come in there with 2 pairs of 12 oz and some headgear. The 215 guy is strapping his gloves on, jumping around and stuff -- acting like he knows what he is doing. Then I get up, my friends help me put the gloves on -- but i refused to wear the headgear. We get in, trade a few times -- me getting the better of them. It almost seemed like this guy knew what he was doing at first, but then he takes a HUGE step and tries to throw the widest hook, I have EVER seen. I take a step and give him a right uppercut, and it lands really clean. They guy just stopped in mid swing and started hugging my leg, saying I broke his nose. He got up and his nose was like a fountain. I felt kinda bad and helped some guys get him cleaned up. At this point I'm tired and ready to take some more shots and pass out. Well...his buddy comes over there, litterally towering over me and tosses me the gloves and says something like he has boxed for 3 years and i have bad form, and fight scared. I laughed and strapped them on. He wasnt wearing headgear either...and by this time we had quite an audience (about 15 people) Well we go in and i open up with a jab and start trying to throw another punch, when next thing i know im getting hit REALLY hard, almost harder than I have ever been hit. Alot of the next part is a blur, but after brawling with this beast for about 70 seconds, he starts wrapping up with me. Well he does it and pushes off and hits me square in the face. At this point I am actually angry (which I hardly EVER get, especially when I am just boxing) We go in to trade and he drops a ****ing BOMB on me, right above my eye, and everything goes white. I caught myself and the big dumbass just kept moving his arm foward, leaving his right side of his face open. I throw the hardest left hook I have ever thrown, catch him right in the side of the face, then before even really bringing it back, I throw a huge right hook which catches him square in the face (his face turned when I hit him with the left) The big guy spins around and everyone starts jumping in, calling the fight for me. Probably one of the proudest moments of my life -- not because I fought and won, but because I realized all this training really was worth it.
I love boxing more than ever now


:banana:

that was quite an ordeal for you, mate.
when will these guys ever learn?

I got into a minor scrap when I was about 16. The kid was askin' for it so I tapped him lightly in the nose with a jab. He looked like Curley or somebody from the three stooges after I touched him. He wiped his nose like 6 times really quick like Curley does and then came after me swinging. I just moved laterally popping my jab into his face. Nothing hard but just wanted to let him know whats up. So after he misses about 20 punches he stops to catch his breathe. He says to his buddy, "He wont stop moving... why dont you stop moving and fight me!" I told him that I was kind of fighting him and told him to wipe the blood off of his nose. He wiped the blood and then walked away. It was rediculous really, but funny all the same.

Rockin':boxing:

I got into a minor scrap when I was about 16. The kid was askin' for it so I tapped him lightly in the nose with a jab. He looked like Curley or somebody from the three stooges after I touched him. He wiped his nose like 6 times really quick like Curley does and then came after me swinging. I just moved laterally popping my jab into his face. Nothing hard but just wanted to let him know whats up. So after he misses about 20 punches he stops to catch his breathe. He says to his buddy, "He wont stop moving... why dont you stop moving and fight me!" I told him that I was kind of fighting him and told him to wipe the blood off of his nose. He wiped the blood and then walked away. It was rediculous really, but funny all the same.

Rockin':boxing:


lmao..............

Rockin's story reminds me of a fight I saw in high school. We had a really, really badass kid, the only other white boy in our school (I grew up on the Blackfoot Reservation in Montana), who was one hell of a fighter. He fought everybody. Big, strong, corn-fed dude, middle linebacker. A new kid had transferred into our little school, a Sioux, and of course EVERYBODY wanted to fight him. Fighting was, pretty much the official sport of the school. Clinton, the white boy, went first. This little Sioux kid, Jimmy, was ducking and slipping, and throwing jabs until Clinton got tired. This is schoolyard stuff, 20 years ago, when Rocky III was big and MMA didn't exist, so it was mostly punching and the occasional kick. More sparring than fighting per se; people rarely got hurt. It was just what people did after school.

Once Clinton got tired, this kid just beat the hell out of him. I remember watching Jimmy's hands, how small they were, and how you couldn't even see them when he threw a punch. So damn fast. I think Clinton tried to fight him a few more times in the next couple of years, and lost each time.

FWIW, I was a lousy fighter. My father was a Harvard-educated, peacenik hippie "apple" (an apple is an Indian who was "red on the outside, white on the inside"), so he refused to teach me to fight -- he used to always tell me there were other ways to solve things. So I bit and pulled hair and bent fingers backwards, and once tore a guy's earring out -- one of those big heavy-metal earrings with the cross dangling on a chain. I wanted people to not want to fight me. But I always thought it would be cool to learn to slip and counter like Jimmy could. I'm finally learning. :boxing:

Rockin's story reminds me of a fight I saw in high school. We had a really, really badass kid, the only other white boy in our school (I grew up on the Blackfoot Reservation in Montana), who was one hell of a fighter. He fought everybody. Big, strong, corn-fed dude, middle linebacker. A new kid had transferred into our little school, a Sioux, and of course EVERYBODY wanted to fight him. Fighting was, pretty much the official sport of the school. Clinton, the white boy, went first. This little Sioux kid, Jimmy, was ducking and slipping, and throwing jabs until Clinton got tired. This is schoolyard stuff, 20 years ago, when Rocky III was big and MMA didn't exist, so it was mostly punching and the occasional kick. More sparring than fighting per se; people rarely got hurt. It was just what people did after school.

Once Clinton got tired, this kid just beat the hell out of him. I remember watching Jimmy's hands, how small they were, and how you couldn't even see them when he threw a punch. So damn fast. I think Clinton tried to fight him a few more times in the next couple of years, and lost each time.

FWIW, I was a lousy fighter. My father was a Harvard-educated, peacenik hippie "apple" (an apple is an Indian who was "red on the outside, white on the inside"), so he refused to teach me to fight -- he used to always tell me there were other ways to solve things. So I bit and pulled hair and bent fingers backwards, and once tore a guy's earring out -- one of those big heavy-metal earrings with the cross dangling on a chain. I wanted people to not want to fight me. But I always thought it would be cool to learn to slip and counter like Jimmy could. I'm finally learning. :boxing:

I love it when I see/hear about people like jimmy, it really is inspiring.

One day I wanna be like him, except keep my 200 pounds of pretty ****ing solid muscle.

I got into a minor scrap when I was about 16. The kid was askin' for it so I tapped him lightly in the nose with a jab. He looked like Curley or somebody from the three stooges after I touched him. He wiped his nose like 6 times really quick like Curley does and then came after me swinging. I just moved laterally popping my jab into his face. Nothing hard but just wanted to let him know whats up. So after he misses about 20 punches he stops to catch his breathe. He says to his buddy, "He wont stop moving... why dont you stop moving and fight me!" I told him that I was kind of fighting him and told him to wipe the blood off of his nose. He wiped the blood and then walked away. It was rediculous really, but funny all the same.

Rockin':boxing:

the fight i was talking about in the post was my first in the street since I started to box yrs ago. I had heard soo many people say that they ended a street brawl with a jab to the nose. man I tried my damdest to get out of hurtin the guy with that jab. stuck it to him fast three at a time thinkin it would discourage his stupidity. Wish that would have worked.

Its funny how us boxers love to fight but in the street we try to be nice but people are dumb and they don't wanna look like a punk in front of their friends but they don't know what they are startn.
I was at a party. Everyone one that was their were all good friends. Then someone busted out the 16 ounces. So of course i had to put them on. Then something happened with my best friend was actn out of control so lookn out for him so i grabbed him and he swung at me. Whoa so i told him to put on some gloves and go to the back yard. We box all the time so its not like i was pickn a fight with a middle school kid. Anyways we start boxn he took the first round and at the end of the first i put my hands(we were wrapped up) because the round was over and he decided to hit with three quick shots in the face. I know your thinking you better knock that mofo out. HAHA for some reason when the second round started i knew what he was going to throw from his body language. It was a straight right with all he had. He threw it i rolled came up with an uppercut that his mom felt. Needless to say he got knocked the **** out! It was over after that. He called me in the morning laughin and saying that his left side of his face is sore then we laughed about the night. Morale of the story always protect urself and don't under estimate people you fight even if they're your friends they want to win just as much as you do.

Its funny how us boxers love to fight but in the street we try to be nice

:werd: I hate fighting. I love boxing. :boxing:

Oops i think that came out wrong but i agree with fraidycat but im sure we can agree if someone pushes we will push back harder,faster, and smarter.

Oops i think that came out wrong but i agree with fraidycat but im sure we can agree if someone pushes we will push back harder,faster, and smarter.

Bingo. Notice I didn't say I won't fight. I just won't enjoy it. Probably.

haha i love it when you're at a party or something and people bust out the boxing gloves and when its your turn all you have to do is stick a jab through a non existant guard and people will think you're a demon. went away on a sporting trip, the gloves came out and all the guys were throwing ugly as ****, whoever was the aggressor seemed to win, got talked into having a go, really didnt want to, hate acting the big man. n e ways got a big kick out of how much id leanred from not much boxing training. could slip and parry everything and land jabs at will. didnt even bother throwin rights. after a while i threw one quarter powered left hand lead uppercut taht caught one of the guys flush and after that he didnt want to spar. funny.

Kingdosia, what's your point? You had a fight? What's so special?

Its like me saying I walked. Wow.

Kingdosia, what's your point? You had a fight? What's so special?

Its like me saying I walked. Wow.

HA HA HAAAA!!! LMAO! THAT WAS WEEK:bling1: :buttkick: :bryce:

HA HA HAAAA!!! LMAO! THAT WAS WEEK:bling1: :buttkick: :bryce:
It was weaker the first time you tried it in my thread.

It was weaker the first time you tried it in my thread.

you are absolutly right. But being it so week why copy?
Now thats lying, crying about haters. pointing the finger "he did it first" and copy cat. Congrats I think you lost another year.