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i'm quite mellow and i've only had one 'streetfight' this was against a boxer (before i started)and a big fat strong guy i won it too even though at one point the fat guy had both my arms and the boxer was rearing back and shooting long right crosses into my face!Comment
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2 on 1, well dun bud! I H8 ****s that gang up on 1 guy! I got my ass whipped by 11 guys 1night, it ******! I was a real mess after it i'll tell u! Got a name for myself as a bit of a fighter coz i kept going, It got dirty as **** i was biteing peeps and smashing thru gardens and stuff, for months after it peeps were saying "Ur that crazy **** that was fighting all those guys eh?!" lol, saw 2 of them since on their own and they shat a brick and did a quick U turn! I was ****ed up that nite tho, took my jumper off and couldnt get it back on coz my head was so swollen and bruised!Comment
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By the end of high school I was getting in a lot of street fights. One of the stranger ones though was when me and some classmates of mine went to a cottage and there were some other dudes there. Anyway we were all drinking and partying and by 3 in the morning I was in my bed sleeping. I got up at some time during the night to take a piss. On my way out of the room, I see my former girlfriend with her girlfriend and two of "the other duds" in a bed. No, they weren't doing it but they were just too loud and obnoxious, and I just told them that they better quiet down by the time I get back from the restroom. I came back, I opened the door and these mother****ers kept on giggling like I had never warned them. So I grabbed a 2 litre bottle of soda (the only bottle I saw near me) and threw it at them. I think I hit one of the guy's shoulder or smth, and they quieted down for about a minute, I was back in bed. Then I hear them again. I got up. They were all on a big ass bed, I started yelling, grabbed a bag from the floor and started whipping with it at them, and they were sort of firing back by pushing their legs out, trying to kick me (they were lying down at that time). Then one of them got a crazy idea or smth, so he got up from the bed and launched himself at me, and at that time I nailed him with a looping right, the guy felt on the bed, that's when the girls left the room running, screaming for help. I jumped on the guy that I just put back down to bed and started pounding on him, and all of a sudden something hit me in the head, but I was more annoyed than disturbed or hurt, and then again, boom I was on my back. Then I saw the other guy who I had completely ignored while pounding on this one trying to kick me a third time. I got him down too, start pounding on him, and then boom 2 more kicks to my head and I am off that guy and back on the first guy who kicked me too. This must've lasted no more than a minute cause then we got separated. And then these two guys left during the night cause I was calling my friends to come.
Anyway, I had never fought drunk and this was a first for me but what surprised me was that when I was getting kicked in the head while mauling somebody it got me more irriritated and annoyed instead of hurt and afraid. It was just ******, I was thinking drunkenly, leave me alone man, I am trying to beat up your buddy, waht are you kicking me for, wait your turn you rascal.Comment
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this was like 7 years ago when I was 18... after school, i was hanging out with my friend. we were at his house juss chilling and we desided to go outside and have a smoke... we were walking around the neiborhood (smoking) and out of no where, about 8 guys was rushing toward us... my friend yelled out " RUN !!! "and he started to run. i was in a total shock so i juss stayed put. (a weekend before, my friend ****ed this one guy's girl friend and his older sister on the same weekend. I guess he found out that this happened and brought his friends to kick my friend's ass) 5 to 6 guys were chasing my friend and 2 guys attacked me. first guy tried to kick me on my leg, so i grabbed his leg and gave him a short right to the chin... he was out cold. while i was hitting the first guy, the second guy attacked me from the back, he landed a good shot to back of my neck and i was kinda wobbled... i tooked couple of steps to the side and the guy were throwing bombs and me ... none of them really landed cause i had my hands up. after missing about 5~6 punches, i kneed him on his stomach and I landed a really hard left hook to his right side of his temple (broke my middle knuckle and pinky finger with that punch). the guy went down and called for help... other 6 guys rushed over and they gave me a beating of my life. after the beating, i was rushed to the nearest hospital. i had 2 fractured ribs, fractured left arm, 22 stitches to my face, broken knuckle and pinky finger. my friend got away from the other guys without any injury. I was pretty ****ed up for 2 month with alot of medical bills ^^;Comment
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From the age of five to the age of fiteen I scrapped on most days. At around fifteen I learned some diplomacy. That was the important lesson. I can't pick a best one.Comment
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