The only real fist fight I have ever been in in my whole life.
Me and my brother going toe to toe bare knuckled. Man, that was a crazy ass fight. I thought I had a broken rib my brother thought he had a broken jaw.
Crazy fight...I thought for sure one of us would stop, but no.
The only real fist fight I have ever been in in my whole life.
Me and my brother going toe to toe bare knuckled. Man, that was a crazy ass fight. I thought I had a broken rib my brother thought he had a broken jaw.
Crazy fight...I thought for sure one of us would stop, but no.
I was in only a couple streetfights. I don;t count little scraps that occur before the age of 13.
Last year of middle school, I punched a dude in the face who stomped on my brother's head while he was on the ground. My brother is more than a beast but he was vulnerable and I had seen someone KOd before from a stomp on the end.
Later the guy told me it was a good punch...I just ignored him.
My 2nd 'streetfight' was sadly vs my brother. He had stolen my clothes and shoes...took em without asking. I told him that was wrong and he yelled at me and cussed me out as if questioning him was a sin. It was the last straw in a long series of disrespectul moves by him. So, I took my mom to work, came back home and broke his nose. The fight was over with one punch. He had to sleep upright for 3 days (doctors orders) due to the blood in his noggin. I messed up his face right before his prom.
he had tried to choke me out after the punch but was too dissheveled to do so.
Used to have a short temper in middle school. Beat up a couple of kids, after they hit me first. Then in 8th grade I got jumped by two 10th graders cuz I ran my mouth, and that knocked some sense into me literally. Didnt really fight after that. Now I box.
I was in only a couple streetfights. I don;t count little scraps that occur before the age of 13.
Last year of middle school, I punched a dude in the face who stomped on my brother's head while he was on the ground. My brother is more than a beast but he was vulnerable and I had seen someone KOd before from a stomp on the end.
Later the guy told me it was a good punch...I just ignored him.
My 2nd 'streetfight' was sadly vs my brother. He had stolen my clothes and shoes...took em without asking. I told him that was wrong and he yelled at me and cussed me out as if questioning him was a sin. It was the last straw in a long series of disrespectul moves by him. So, I took my mom to work, came back home and broke his nose. The fight was over with one punch. He had to sleep upright for 3 days (doctors orders) due to the blood in his noggin. I messed up his face right before his prom.
he had tried to choke me out after the punch but was too dissheveled to do so.
The fight was over with one punch. He had to sleep upright for 3 days (doctors orders) "..due to the blood in his noggin. I messed up his face right before his prom.
he had tried to choke me out after the punch but was too dissheveled to do so."
That's the ****. I like that kind of detail, baby!
We were having a fairly big argument on the bus stop one morning. Both of us were in highschool at the time, I'm 2 years younger than him.
Let's just say, my brother and I have issues going way back in our lives, and while he's my brother (sometimes you can hate and love your family at the same time)
And we just kept throwing insults at eachother (usually were pretty amiable) until something he said really set me off.
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First punch I threw was straight for his jaw and he was surprised to say the least. That look of "Did I just get hit?"
He responded with a volume of punches to the body and my ribs. I was just swinging for the fences, no thought about strategy or anything. It was hard to tell if my punches were landing but I was just swinging for his head and was taking punches to the body.
My Bro is 6'1 220, I was about 5'9 then, I was 15. And I weighed about 150, 155.
No one really won, we just kept punching till neither one of us wanted to keep going. We just kind of stopped punching I guess you could say. That didn't happen for a couple minutes, I was surprised because most street fights don't last but 15-20 seconds.
We were having a fairly big argument on the bus stop one morning. Both of us were in highschool at the time, I'm 2 years younger than him.
Let's just say, my brother and I have issues going way back in our lives, and while he's my brother (sometimes you can hate and love your family at the same time)
And we just kept throwing insults at eachother (usually were pretty amiable) until something he said really set me off.
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First punch I threw was straight for his jaw and he was surprised to say the least. That look of "Did I just get hit?"
He responded with a volume of punches to the body and my ribs. I was just swinging for the fences, no thought about strategy or anything. It was hard to tell if my punches were landing but I was just swinging for his head and was taking punches to the body.
My Bro is 6'1 220, I was about 5'9 then, I was 15. And I weighed about 150, 155.
No one really won, we just kept punching till neither one of us wanted to keep going. We just kind of stopped punching I guess you could say. That didn't happen for a couple minutes, I was surprised because most street fights don't last but 15-20 seconds.
Anyway, my best and only street fight.
Thank you, my brother. These story's can be quite thrilling actually.
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