Author Topic: Fights. (update on my story)  (Read 3187 times)

never been in a fight because my school is filled with stupid brats who act like they can do stuff

im basically a fat nerd so people would deem me weak, this kid who i really have a problem with acts like he can beat everyone up, so i dared him to beat me up after school, he accepted

he was nowhere in sight

back in 7th grade i punched out an 8th grader. in 8th grade i was repeatedly held on the ground, wasn't punched, but it was because i tried to punch some other kid.

this year no fights, not yet at least, but this short fat kid named PJ Lesby keeps antagonizing me, trying to get me to fight him.

My first real fight was when I was 8 vs a 16 year old.

He was bullying one of my friends so I was like: argggg!!!

I did a charge and started punching him and stuff and he litteraly threw me.

At the end I found a basket ball and did a slam dunk on the back of his head and he punched me in the face.

I cried and he was like: forget forget forget ah stuff damn forget my head forget ow forget


Tie?

I wished some dingo would have filmed it.
they did

i'm just not posting it because i'm in it

Never got in a fight, and in the case that I would be and would be winning (fantasizing here), I would probably act like a gentleman, rough them up, and then ask them if they would wish to continue.  If no, let them walk away.  If yes, continue to beat them.

You can tell how stupid they are by how they would respond.

nobody messes with me or my friends because we mock fight regularly at school lmao, kicked one of my friends in the back the other day in mid air and he caught my foot, somehow sprung around midair and landed on my hands and got up without a second delay back into a fighting stance

was neat

I would probably act like a gentleman, rough them up, and then ask them if they would wish to continue.  If no, let them walk away.  If yes, continue to beat them.
given that you've never been in one, you have no idea what it feels like to be hyped up with testosterone and adrenaline running through you fighting

i can guarantee that's not how you'd act at all. being that rational during a legitimate fight literally takes training

I've had two serious ones

One was in an art classroom, kid strolls over and punches me in the eye, hurt like forget. So i got up and tackled him into a cupboard, knocked his glasses of (they broke) and we had a fight, everyone else in the class was yelling and stuff, we where covered in paint and he ended up crying and ran off, i got taken to the headteacher who didnt expel me because it was self defense, which was nice of him, and yeah, he never bothered me again!

Second one, some kid poured water in my bag which had my brand new (at the time) Blackberry Bold 9780 in it, i went mental and hit him in the face so many times, after it he ran off saying he was going to call the police, hilarious

given that you've never been in one, you have no idea what it feels like to be hyped up with testosterone and adrenaline running through you fighting

i can guarantee that's not how you'd act at all. being that rational during a legitimate fight literally takes training

you seem to forget literally everyone that has 'SWAT' in their name on this forum is handicapped

>get BB gun
>point it at them when they come in
>tell them it's a real gun
>???
>profit
You can tell by looking at the end of the barrel its a BB Gun.

>get BB gun
>point it at them when they come in
>tell them it's a real gun
>???
>profit
You do realize that this is real life not a kids show, nobody would fall for such a dumb trick.

I remember in year 9 or 10 there was this dumbass in my year who kept pissing off everyone and he did something stupid (don't remember what) that pissed me off and I got in a fight with him. The funniest thing was that he kept going on about how he knew kung-fu and stuff and tried to karate chop my elbow and then completely wrapped himself around one of my arms shouting that he had me in a lock and that I should have just given up.
It was too funny.

The worst Fights I've had is with my mind.

Option C: forget manliness and call the goddamn police
Do you have any sense at all?