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I took on 5 guys at once with a ninja sai once...Seriously, I am not kidding. Another time I fought a guy with a baseball bat (he had the bat not me) and won. I have even had my nose broken so badly in a fight (that I won BTW) that I had to have plastic surgery where they actually re-broke my nose it three times to put it back into place. That being said...I didn't start these fights...I hate fighting and violence, but I am by no means a pushover and I can take a punch with the best of them. I never get angry, but when I do it is like a horrible Jekyl/ Hyde type thing. Sometimes there is no choice but to kick some @$$!
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I got in a fight with a cop once:
I was driving down the road in a neighborhood and hit a cat. so I was like what the f?? Then this chick comes out and starts accosting me and started yelling you murderer!! So I was like what??? and then all of a sudden cops showed up and shiat hit the fan so in all this craziness I accidentally hit the cop and down we go after all was said and done I kicked his butt and I got a few cops on me.... after all was cleared they cited me: gave me a ticket and it was for $5000. I was all, what the??? WHY $5000??? the cop smiled and said "You were arguing about pussssy"
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Well that aint shlt.....i once fought Chuck Norris while eating a borrito and whooped his asss!!!! Roundhouse kick, my asss Chuck!
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This was an interesting story, and it happened on new years eve. Me and my nephew were walking back to his apartment after a party and we were both pretty drunk. On the way back, my nephew saw a couple guys light'n some fireworks off in front of their house, so my nephew stopped and started talking to them. My nephew was still wantn to party some more, so he asked em if they were party'n inside the house. The guys were just kinda talkn and kinda blown em off, seemed kinda normal at the time, then out of the blue, they started call'n us wannabe's and wiggers....(wtf?!?!?! were both hick/prep if anything, wigger i dont think so....) anyway my nephew ddidnt take to kindly to that so he started mouth'n off to them. I knew how drunk I was, and I knew he liked to fight, so i started pull'n him by his coat to get moving and head back home. Well he waspulling himself one way as I tried to pull another way, the whole time they are exchanging words. Then the shoving match started. Keep in mind there were like 2 of em out there at the time, and during the shoving match, a 3rd came out and a 4th(which by the way was an old fat man) Well the shoving match turned into my nephew getting tangled up in a standing wrestling match as I try to pull the one off, the old man starts tryinng to swing at me. During this about 5 more people come rujnning out of the house, and a big one, nicknamed cowboy does this flying kick into my chest knocking me back a little bit. he then tangled with my nephew, and I start jack'n him in the kidneys and pulls off my nephew. About this time a car pulls up and drives really slow on past us. I'm thyinking someone is gonna help us out, as there are like 9 or 10 people starting to form a circle around us. Well the car pulls off, and the fight traverses down the street. With all the people, and my nephew holding his own for the car comes back and stops. I run up to the car, thinking they're goona help, and theres about 4 or 5 black dudes in there yell'n and say'in you stole on me....something like that. Well i'm liek....shiiiit they arent gonna help. And sure enough they all get out too, and start in on us. I'm like ****, were gonna get shot....so i run to a house with lights on and have a nice black family there call the cops, around that time, I start hear'n the people from the car yell, get it out, get it out....I seee me pop open the trunk to the car, and they are fishing around for sometyhing....About that time my nephew joins me at the house and we run in.....cops show up shortely after, and we get a nice escort back to the apartmnet.....fun
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03-16-2006, 04:19 PM
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OK I'll tell you about when I knocked out a guy who was over 7 ft tall. I was playing basketball with a few of my friends and it was late night on a Friday and the lights were still on. it was a long time ago as I was 21 (am 31 now). Well up comes this big a$$ dude over 7 feet tall and starts playing on the court and acting all hot shotty. At this point we had just got done and were the last ones there still sitting on ther benches next to the courts and were watching him. He was running around and slam dunking the ball. Like I said, he thought his sh!t didnt stink and was very arrogant. Well he goes to dunk the ball and he slammed it down and got stuck on the rim (DANG) and he fell backwards and his momentum carried him hard to the concrete. He fell on his back with a loud THUD. Well I had a small friend who weighed like 140 lbs at the time and he started busting out laughing - AAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHA And the guy got up, his face all red and actually charged my small friend. Can you believe this guy? He is like 7 ft tall and at least 250 lbs and charges someone half his size for laughing at him? Well who know's what would have happened, but I didnt allow it, but his fists were clenched and he was charging like a bull, so we know what his intentions were. Fortunately for my friend he never got a chance. I was sitting next to him and I jumped up right before the guy was within like 2 feet of him and I and NAILED him with a big right hand. I mean it was so clean that I barely felt like I hit him, like I hit a pillow or something. Or actually like hitting the sweetspot on a baseball bat when you hit a home run and it feels like nothing. It landed on the right side of his face, actually on his jaw next to his ear. On impact his head flipped sideways and down he went, FAST like a sack of potato's. It was the cleanest shot I landed in my life. Ole boy was on the ground liying half on his side and half on his back out cold. LOL I was shocked, I thought I was going to have to have a battle with this big dude, but no, there he lay on the floor. Here's the good part.... He was out cold...so bad that he STARTED SNORING. Yes, he was actually snoring..It scared the sh!t out of me...but after about 60 seconds or so (but it seemed like an eternity at the time) He got woke up...After a few minutes of some of my friends asking him if he was ok, he got up, grabbed his stuff and walked off the court and just left. He didnt say a word...I yelled at him to think twice next time and probably said some other sh!t. My friends all felt bad for the guy except the one I protected Not a crazy fight, but a interesting one.
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OK here's another one, not good for me though.
I was in a basketball game at the same courts. And all these Samoan guys came to play. These dudes were fuhken huge, I mean all 300 plus pounders, typical Samoan men. They were cousins of a famous Samoan who played in the NFL at the time. These guys were real pricks and bullies. They were fouling hard and if someone called the foul they got in his face. They were just rowdy as hell and were looking for trouble all day. Well I called a foul and the guy took the ball and threw it at me unexpectedly and it hit me right in the face instantly splattering blood all out my nose. I have a really bad tempo and I went psyco. I dont care how big someone is when I am in that state of mind. So I pushed the guy in the face (man I wished I would have hit the fuhker)...Well I was 185 lbs at the time and was severly over powered and out sized. So I stepped back off him (smart move huh?) I got cocky and started talking sh!t to him, like calling him a fat fuhk and etc.. I was smart (or so I thought) as I wasnt going to let him get in close. Well now I was dancing around him like I was Mohammad Ali and got too cocky as I failed to see his friends gathering around me...IN fact I never saw nobody but him. Next thing I know I am hearing all kinds of voices but its dark and I cant see. Little by little the darknes faded into light and I could see the blue sky and all these faces asking me if I was ok. I was on my back! After I came to my full senses I was explained of what happened. Apparently one of the biggest Somoans had come from the blind side right at me running full board and threw a nasty punch and hit me in the side of the head and they say I flew from the free throw line and ended up at the half court line - Sh!T THATS LIKE 20 FEET! They said all the Samoans got a few laughs over it and left. When I awoke and came too they were already gone Well my jaw felt like it was off it's hinges as I couldnt chew soilid food for a week. That was the hardest I'd probably been hit in my life even though I dont remember it. All in all, dont fuhk with Samoans
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Was piss drunk at a bonfire party about 10 years ago. I was about 18 beers in to my drunk when this big guy got in my face and started talking shi-t. I kept saying I didn't know what he was talking about, so finally he started throwing punches. He hit me in the face about 12 times before I realised I was in a fight.....and I still had not spilled my beer. Then he pushed me down because his punches couldn't do the job. I spilled my beer and got pissed. I got up and at this point was covered in my own blood, I would love to tell you I beat him down but I was so drunk and beat up at this point I could hardly stand.
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A small guy tried to do a front bear hug on me (pinning my arms by my side)... i just leant forward and fell on him giving me free reign to smack away.
another one: a guy sucker punched my best friend out of the blue, i could see this happening (bless my naieve friends thinking) so as soon as he extended his arm i grabbed him by the throat and did a judo throw to dump him on his ass. Someone forgot to tell him i was a southern england junior squad member  Not my fight so i just barked at him, he was cowering on the floor like a dog with his tail between his legs shaking. i'm not one for fights, you never know who's tooled up and what cowards holding a knife or worse, hence why i do TKD and boxing, if things go the way of the pear then i know i have something to fall back on.
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i was on the school bus and i had just got my leg out of a cast after breaking my ankle. our bus was the craziest one in school, proper fun though. bags would always be flying and scraps were always kicking off. anyways this bag hit some kid and he thought it was me, so he throws the bag directly at my ankle. it hurt like a ***** so i slammed it on his head an walked away, next time i was walking past him on the bus he slashed my with a pen in the face and scratched my with his nails like a girl. i socked him one rigth back in the jaw straigth away, so quick that i cnt remeber doing it. he sat down and creid like a girl. hahaha
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someone pulls a knife and i'm lucky enough to get it off them, i'm going to turn it on them and have a bit of fun to stab someone is to take the cowards way out, they cant physically beat you but have to use a knife instead.
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I was in Istanbul, Turkey in 2000 for a student exchange program, and they took me to a UEFA cup final game (soccer) between Leeds United(English team) and Galatasaray(Local Turkish team) and the Turkish team won the game. After the game the English fans got drunk and started parading around the city yelling racist slogans and pullin down their pants to the press cameras. The guy whose house I was staying in, this guy had a real bad temper and when he saw this group of 10-12 hooligans he charged at them with 3 of his boys with swords and skewers and **** and stabbed like 4 people at the same time in front of my eyes. I was like damn...you guys are gangster
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but i never hit him
