^^I had my Scaphoid Bone removed from my left wrist. Fcuk knows when I hurt it but it was a painful procedure to have done.
^^I had my Scaphoid Bone removed from my left wrist. Fcuk knows when I hurt it but it was a painful procedure to have done.
If I was in a fight, first i'd bamboozle my opponent by running hither and thither, and flooring them with clothes-lines.
Then when they were back up on their feet, i'd perform a running drop kick (hoping that they did not take one step back to avoid it)
Then i'd climb up on something nearby, and drop the big flying elbow.
1-2-3.....and its goodnight.
Oh yeah!
well don't pick a fight with a Thai, they are all fuking cowards one on one, ganging up is all they can do:
youtube.com/watch?v=4tHVcerUnvk
Yes I have had street/house fights. If the dude is as drunk as a lord then you may get away with a fancy spinning/flying roundhouse. If you're at a house party then this will impress the ladies big time and you will get multiple blowies. However, this is very rare.
Honestly most fights start with some kind of grappling, grab, clinch type thing. This is why Judo is a must to train. You can throw that fucker onto the street head first if you have the right technique. You can then choke him, poke him in the eye, whatever. I normally Judo throw them to the ground, hand roll a cigarette and wait for about 15 mins for them to groggily get to their feet, then finish them with a flying reverse roundhouse.
As a member of the mosquito SWAT, I once took on an angry swarm single handedly (or was it double?) and decimated the lot of them
You're lucky Rick 'Sphincter-Boy' Thai wasn't around, too busy assassinating CastroOriginally Posted by Davis Knowlton
Hence you wear a mask!!!Originally Posted by FailSafe
They are fucking pathetic really. I wonder if anyone here has ever heard of or known a single thai man to have a fight with a single farang man. Usually, if they are alone, they go and get a gun and kill 40 bystanders.Originally Posted by xanax
The exwife warned me once "careful - they fight like dogs" which is absolutely true.
^^
I don't want to arouse jealousy (anything else).
On a very hot day, I once threw some water in the face of a very mannerless shop assistant here in Oz. He charged around the counter at me, so I front-kicked him but it didn't stop him. I then noticed to my dismay that he was younger and better built than me. This was not a happy realization.
We grappled a bit and he almost grabbed me by the balls. But I punched him in the guts and suddenly he folded over and that was the end. I walked out in disgust at the whole incident....it had a nightmarish quality to it.
^
Cool story, bro! But only women are allowed to throw a glass of water in the face - dem iz the rules, bro.
never been in a street fight, but if I ever get into one I would give
the other party a good solid thrashing let me tell you.
won most of my fights when i was a kid
even had guys come from other parts of belfast to have a pop at me
but they were dreaming.
moving on up to alcohol related incidents and then one night after a session
i got bounced off the kerb by a welsh dude and cracked a rib and thought
fcuk this for a game of soldiers.
Can't say i ever enjoyed beating up someone but,
better him than me.
I turned my life around after.
smoked more blo and became a peaceful sheep.
^^ With a chicken leg ? Then give em a good sulking when they ate it ?
I've been in many fights. I thought that was just part of growing up.
Perhaps a life changing moment for me was when I was 13. I was nearing the end of primary school and we went to the academy for 3 days to get an idea of how things go and how our 1st year timetable would be after the Summer.
On the first day I got in a fight with a 3rd year who happened to be my next door neighbour and kicked his ass. Thus I became 'the 1st year that decked a 3rd year'.
The next 2 years had other guys in my year wanting to fight me. '3:15 on the hill' became that mind numbing term I would hear week in week out. Carry on the day, wait for the bell, see the crowd and challenger waiting across from the gates on the 'hill', try to avoid it by walking away then get roped into the fight.
I don't recall ever losing a fair fight. I'm not sure how I did it, I was no bigger than the average kid. I think I just really wanted to avoid being hit so much that I would just go a bit mental. I'd always miss the bus and have to walk home.
As I got older and into the world of girls, drinking, pubs, football, nightclubs etc the fights started hurt more. Being attacked with weapons or jumped by crowds. Broken bones and signed off work. Bruises and torn clothes. Maybe that was just my era but fights could get pretty unavoidable.
I can only recall one fight that I started. Some guy was battering some girl in the street after clubs closed. I was wasted and got involved.
Anyway, I'm probably about 4,000% tougher than I think I am.
Make love not war.
Lang may yer lum reek...
at uni some Hull yokels once decided my pig tails and safety pinned courdory flairs weren't cool so they came over and 1 whacked me in the face as he walked past me in the street.
another time some fat twat in a bar said i looked like Harry Potter, so I said he looked like Julian Clary. He asked who Julian Clary was, i explained that he was a fag off the tele. he jumped over a table to get to me but with my ninja like skills i ran away to the bar.
when i was 11 some low life scum bag of a 18year old ran onto the rec (field) and nicked my football. so me and my 13 yr old brother followed him onto the local council estate, 10/15 of these bigger, harder kids facing up against me and my brother whilst our 'hard' friends have since fled. I think i insulted his granny (ha!) and it kicked off, he punched me in the face and then he and my bro went tumbling down the street and through a fence i ended up with my house keys in my fist and swinging wildly.
that's all i remember so i guess i've done quite well for 30+ years.
edit: oh! some mental guy started a fight with me when i was a 16yr old glass collecter in a nightclub. him and his mate were the only customers so the half a dozen bouncers warmed up nicely that evening... while i tried not to cry in the kitchen
I'd like to see what morning looks like
Don't wanna drink pint after pint
I wanna wake up without feeling sick
But I can't cuz I'm a drug-abusing alcoholic
I never fight but hit in the head with a stick immediately anyone who is looking for problens. Problem cleared.
Fighting is for people who have time.
You must have looked proper dashing.Originally Posted by armstrong
I have had over 100 stitches/staples on my body (no lie) and don't think I have ever been in a proper fight.
I have been stabbed (above 40 stitches), head my head split open by a jealous boyfriend and done my ankle in (around 20 metal staples instead of stitches).
It is obvious that people find it easy to take me down, but I find it harder to do visa-verse!
Black diamonds? I shit 'em.
Had lots of fights when i was in my late teens/ early twenties
ive been stabbed twice, sliced with a stanley kinife along the back of my hand, shot in the back of the head with a pellet gun. Thrown off a 2nd floor balcony ( three cracked ribs, punctured lung and concussion ) all in a space of three years.
Can you see me if i stand here?
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