YOUR best streetfight

[Bonafide]

Yeah, but on the real- that was the wildest thing I EVER heard about.

That was a drug thing, and I'm sure whoever did watched WAY too many movies.

He was this nice hippie dude that got ****in' executed.. That was wrong.

Whoever did it took a page out of Joe Pesci's character in the movie Goodfellas ! thats some crazy **** for sure.

[The Surgeon]

i wonder how many of these stories r over exaggerated and lies?

Well mine are all completely true, i wouldnt lie to strangers on the internet about sum school days bull**** and sum drunken scraps! But yeah i suppose u could just say anything u wanted and nobody would know if it was true or not but i get the feeling every1 is telling the truth

[The Surgeon]

I wasnt any part of it but in higschool ( grade 12 year to be specific ) there was a machete chopping incident by my locker. These asian gang members attacked some dude with a machete and sliced and diced him. Lucky for the guy he lived, them asian fellows obviously werent that accurate but the guy who got diced up went to the hospital with several deep wounds and permenant scars all over his chest , arms and back.

Wild! Did the ****ers get caught? Do u know what it was over?

[The Surgeon]

Yeah, but on the real- that was the wildest thing I EVER heard about.

That was a drug thing, and I'm sure whoever did watched WAY too many movies.

He was this nice hippie dude that got ****in' executed.. That was wrong.

Thats sum seriously heavy ****!

[Alibata]

I don't really like getting into street fights cuz its not really worth it. A lot of times guys that get into street fights don't really know what they are up againts and get hurt real bad. I have probablly gotten into 3 serious scuffles in my life, 2 of which were rumbles. In one I ended up hurting a guy real bad when I hit him harder than I intended to.I had to pick him up off the floor and I was really scared for him and what I did. The most satisfying one though was againts a skinhead in front of his lady friends when I was hanging out in the driveway of my friends house with a bunch of guys. This swastika tated huge bald headed white guy started talking smack and getting racist. He looked like trouble so we tried ignoring him but some of the guys I was with were clowning so they wouldn't look like *******. The skinhead needed to impress the ladies he was with, I guess, so he went to the middle of the street and asked for a fight. All the dudes I was with woulda gotten whooped by this guy and didn't want none. He was bigger than all of us. I was scared too until he said something to the effect of- you dirty mud people are easy, always scared or something like that, which just made me say something I could'nt back out of. Now I have koed people In the ring my size, but this guy was easily over 225lbs above 6' compared to my 5'9 1/2 foot 160-5lb frame, and he was built solid. Not really knowing what to expect, I walked to the middle of the street to his surprise and said id give him a shot. The bitches he was with were rowdy and thirsty for my blood, screaming and yelling racist Ching Chang chong type comments which made me want to shut em up more and beat this guys ass. I was the first to throw, and it was a bomb, hoping I could change this guys mind or knock him out. It definitely made him think as he immediately tried taking me to the ground. My hand was in bad shape and swollen from that shot.So I hit him again with a 1-2 and drew blood from his nose. I got him with other counters as well. I was shocked he was still trying to wing me with wild haymakers and got a good one in when I wasn't expecting it. I shrugged it of and was relieved This guy hit like a *****. Before I threw another shot this dude got me on the floor and we were rolling around. I had him in a tight headlock and ended up on top as I tried to suffucate him to submission will throwing left hand shots to his body. He did a no mas but he wasn't leaving till I dogged on him somemore letting him know how a smaller Filipino dude made him quit and he was inferior. And the bitches he was with shut their traps as well. I didn't really have a mark on me exept scratches from rolling on the concrete an a little bump from that shot he hit me with. On the other hand he looked like **** and looked like he needed stitches. He was bleeding from different parts of his head and his eye had closed. I usually would have expected to feel guilty about doing someone like that, I felt good about this one though.

[The Surgeon]

I don't really like getting into street fights cuz its not really worth it. A lot of times guys that get into street fights don't really know what they are up againts and get hurt real bad. I have probablly gotten into 3 serious scuffles in my life, 2 of which were rumbles. In one I ended up hurting a guy real bad when I hit him harder than I intended to.I had to pick him up off the floor and I was really scared for him and what I did. The most satisfying one though was againts a skinhead in front of his lady friends when I was hanging out in the driveway of my friends house with a bunch of guys. This swastika tated huge bald headed white guy started talking smack and getting racist. He looked like trouble so we tried ignoring him but some of the guys I was with were clowning so they wouldn't look like *******. The skinhead needed to impress the ladies he was with, I guess, so he went to the middle of the street and asked for a fight. All the dudes I was with woulda gotten whooped by this guy and didn't want none. He was bigger than all of us. I was scared too until he said something to the effect of- you dirty mud people are easy, always scared or something like that, which just made me say something I could'nt back out of. Now I have koed people In the ring my size, but this guy was easily over 225lbs above 6' compared to my 5'9 1/2 foot 160-5lb frame, and he was built solid. Not really knowing what to expect, I walked to the middle of the street to his surprise and said id give him a shot. The bitches he was with were rowdy and thirsty for my blood, screaming and yelling racist Ching Chang chong type comments which made me want to shut em up more and beat this guys ass. I was the first to throw, and it was a bomb, hoping I could change this guys mind or knock him out. It definitely made him think as he immediately tried taking me to the ground. My hand was in bad shape and swollen from that shot.So I hit him again with a 1-2 and drew blood from his nose. I got him with other counters as well. I was shocked he was still trying to wing me with wild haymakers and got a good one in when I wasn't expecting it. I shrugged it of and was relieved This guy hit like a *****. Before I threw another shot this dude got me on the floor and we were rolling around. I had him in a tight headlock and ended up on top as I tried to suffucate him to submission will throwing left hand shots to his body. He did a no mas but he wasn't leaving till I dogged on him somemore letting him know how a smaller Filipino dude made him quit and he was inferior. And the bitches he was with shut their traps as well. I didn't really have a mark on me exept scratches from rolling on the concrete an a little bump from that shot he hit me with. On the other hand he looked like **** and looked like he needed stitches. He was bleeding from different parts of his head and his eye had closed. I usually would have expected to feel guilty about doing someone like that, I felt good about this one though.

Quite rite mate, he sounds like an absaloute Prick! Well dun man.

[American_Ninja]

Yeah, the shooting **** is never needed, ever. Thankfully I've just been threatened.

The ******* incident took place in Arizona. Legally you can carry a gun on your waist if it's holstered. You can walk into a shopping mall with a .357 and buy an ice cream. I'm not sure if that law is different now- it's been a few years since 99'. PHX might be able to tell us...

Anyway, the gun **** has totally ****ed up streetfighting. Now you have to gauge whether the guy that's talking ****, or the guy you want to **** up has a .380 in his pocket... It's ****ty.

**** guns.. **** em'.

Bottles, knifes and other **** is no picnic either.

Kids, do not try this at home.

Robo, myself, PHX, Hemi, Pesti, Ash, Eye, KayJay, Strom and others are skilled veterans and know the dangers of risk.

For any young guys reading this remember- the most important things in life are money and sex.

Not violence.

Yes you can still wear a gun in Az. And yes you never know who has one concealed. There's a lot of dudes who'd rather shoot you than fight ya.

[American_Ninja]

i remember my first streetfight was a while back, i forget exactly how it started, but i recall knocking him the **** out with a humongous right. to top it off i followed him home the next day and murdered him and his family.

You too huh? Weird.

[The Surgeon]

Yes you can still wear a gun in Az. And yes you never know who has one concealed. There's a lot of dudes who'd rather shoot you than fight ya.

Thats ****ed up! Guns is for cowards! But i suppose sum of u guys in a America mite have Needed to carry for protection. Sad state of affairs. Blades and stuff are bad enough!

[Njord777]

I'm totally not a fighter. I read to blind children on the weekends and I play chess with the elderly. A real mellow, relaxed type of guy. You know? I just don't enjoy fighting....

But one Sunday I was on my way to church when a group of ********* ninjas decided to hijack god's sanctuary. Not on my watch, *******s. I kicked the door of the main hall open, where they were gathered, and realized I was in for a brawl. There they were- half a dozen black garbed ********* ninjas with turbans and scimitars (the curved blades of the infidels).

I chucked my bible at the first one- it crushed his windpipe on impact. He dropped to the ground, writhing- choking to death on his own blood. The others moved towards me. Rather than wait for them I rushed forward and grabbed the biggest guy by his ninja robe- pulled him towards me. Only his eyes were visible through his outfit so, with my thumbs, I plunged as hard as I could into the fleshy meat of his eyeballs, digging in with force until I could feel my nails slice through the pulpy tissue of his eye. (Side note: Not only blood and screams accompanied this action...but the aqueous humor spilled out all over the floor. For those of you who do not know your eyes are full of a liquid that helps your eyes focus among other things- and it can never be replaced. If someone stabs you in the eye DO NOT remove the object. I removed my fingers and blinded him for life.)

Once I had gouged out the second ninjas eyes with my thumbs I was free to continue fighting the others. One was down, one was blind- and so only four remained. I always knew I possessed a strength both subdued and wholly unique so, again moving forward, I ripped the ninja mask off the man closest to me, took hold of his lower lip, and ripped it off. Yes, with my thumb and forefinger I took hold of the flesh of his lip and yanked down so hard I tore it free from his face. Blood began to spew everywhere in a *******ial waterfall of red- so I took his face, directing it with a fistful of his hair, and angled it towards his ninja brothers. The blood momentarily blinded them and then, the pools of it on the floor, made them slip.

Realizing I had just owned half the ninjas in the room in amazing, and almost unbelievable fashion I proceeded to simply stomp on the heads of the next two until they collapses in a concave of shattered skulls, chunky brain matter, and blood that quickly congealed in tiny splatters all over the church's marble floor.

One ninja left. One more ********* ******* trying to **** with my religion time. I dragged him, blinded by the blood of his fallen comrades, to the front steps of the church. Pulling off his mask I looked him in his asian/middle eastern eyes and said, "Jihad kung-fu this little man. Welcome to the United States of America."

I forced him to open his mouth over the lower step, so that the curb was between his teeth, and then I stomped down on his head as hard as I could- completely shattering his jaw and instantly snapping his neck like a dry twig (it sounded like a dry twig, too).

So...I don't really fight much. Just...not a fighter.