The club in 80. Means a buddy (6’4” 225) were hitting these girls and a dude walks up (5’6” 180) and tells us that was his girlfriend. We brushed him off and he said “ yall wanna go outside?” That shoulda been the red flag but the Jim beam was working. Went outside and he turned around and said” yall ready”. I cocked and next thing I knew, I was on ground bleeding out of every hole in my head. My buddy fell soon after. Turns out, dude was the kick boxing champ of Mississippi. Moral of the story? You never know who you are 17 ing with
Flip it around..worse arse whuppin you ever got
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When I ran from Dad and Mama caught me.
Never lost a few fight, AND I've never fought someone fairly or one I thought I would lose. Learned that trick in the Marine Corps.
Never forget there is always someone badder than you but it probably ain’t me..
My older brother gave me my worst *** whipping. He would knock me down, I get up, don’t remember how many times,, last time I went down and I got up, everybody was gone. 3-4 watching and they all left, some time has elapsed. I was an asshol and deserved it, still am and do.
2nd was a shoplifter, warrant out for his arrest, just out of prison, he was 6 foot 200lbs former college football guy me 5’9” 135. I hated shoplifters. No way he was taking y ****. Hit me once I hit ground. I got up but never let him hit me again. I was pulled off him as I had him pinned against car hitting him but I could not hurt him. I was glad when a real redneck badass showed up and pulled me off him and he ran away.
Aberdeen, MS 1985 Foodway grocery
My older brother gave me my worst *** whipping. He would knock me down, I get up, don’t remember how many times,, last time I went down and I got up, everybody was gone. 3-4 watching and they all left, some time has elapsed. I was an asshol and deserved it, still am and do.
2nd was a shoplifter, warrant out for his arrest, just out of prison, he was 6 foot 200lbs former college football guy me 5’9” 135. I hated shoplifters. No way he was taking y ****. Hit me once I hit ground. I got up but never let him hit me again. I was pulled off him as I had him pinned against car hitting him but I could not hurt him. I was glad when a real redneck badass showed up and pulled me off him and he ran away.
Aberdeen, MS 1985 Foodway grocery
Oh wait one more! I used to love to fight and forgot most of them but I never fought anyone my size.
I forgot it because it wasn’t a real fight. It was a play fight between 10 year olds. This dude twisted me like a pretzel and he was smaller than me. He later did a gainer dive at the pool, this kid was different.
I forgot it because it wasn’t a real fight. It was a play fight between 10 year olds. This dude twisted me like a pretzel and he was smaller than me. He later did a gainer dive at the pool, this kid was different.
I think I know that guy (or the one I know came back to get his Masters degree years later in the early-to-mid 90's). But the story is similar to several he told. Small, wiry, high voice . . . and the only person I know of that told me how, when on the ground getting your arse kicked, how to end the walking career of the person or persons doing it to you. I got this information as we group studied for a final.
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3-2 against Auburn in ‘08
It was so bad that even the winner lost.
It was so bad that even the winner lost.
Real cute. You’re probably the biggest ***** on this message board if you ever got in a fight.
Thirteen or fourteen years old, I’d been taking Judo since I was about 7. I’d gotten pretty good, starting competing in some regional tournaments and even won a few. Went to this one tournament and got matched with a girl. She was maybe 11, about 2/3 rds my weight. She flipped me so many times I thought I was a pancake. She not only whipped me, she made me tap out. Last tournament I competed in.
We should have a SixPack poster MMA/street fight tournament
Was gonna say the same. I can still remember the worst one. I can still walk to the spot where I had to bend over and hold the couch.
I’ve never been in a fun fight but I couldn’t help but laugh after this episode:
Growing up in a river town, you had better always keep your head on a swivel. This particular night was no different.
Mid 20’s I went to a little pub with a group of buddies. It had a back patio that happened to be pretty full, I guess 40/50 people.
Their was a group of guys that was know to cross the river from whatever shiithole they were from and start trouble. This particular group liked to see if they could knock someone out with one punch then usually dipped as the doo doo spun off of the fan.
I was minding my business, flirting with a girl and I heard what sounded like a pop gun go off. I look up and one of my buddies is sliding to the ground, back up against the wooden fence in the back. Someone crumbled his azz with one shot.
So I look at the girl and says “I’ll be right back.” Like a super hero I jumped into action. My other buddy was then going round per round with the perpetrator and a crowd kinda formed around in a circle.
I pushed my way in the front in time to see a smaller guy with a ponytail /rattail thingy take his boot to my buddy as they hit the ground.
I clocked in.
I grabbed dude by the back of his hoody and he quickly rips it off, kinda tangling both of us in it.
At this moment, I knew I had 17ed up. Number 1, he had a ponytail. Number two he had a hoody….and under the hood was a big azz armored meat head. He also had an eyebrow piercing…we will get to that later.
I backed way up as he started to square up and began bouncing towards me like he has done been in this situation many of times. Right as he arrived and opened up to swing I threw a perfect jab ….kind of like how you knock Tyson out on Punch Out Nintendo game.
He staggered back to my surprise and put his hand to his mouth and saw his own blood. Then he took the blood, stuck his tongue out and licked his hand. Kinda smiled…then put an artillery style 4 punch combo upside my head.
I grabbed him as I was going down and we both fell into a table and started wrestling. I was bleeding everywhere but was able to get him one other time…but nothing like he got me.
Someone yelled “Cops” and everyone scattered in all directions. I managed to find my hat and phone and dashed inside. I threw the bathroom door open and locked the door and flipped the lights on.
Turned around and 17ing ponytail is sitting on the toilet in the corner, hiding like everyone else. Was just him and I. I paused. He said “hey brah, you surprised the 17 out of me with that jab!” I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. I was bleeding out the top of my eye and bottom of the other eye.
We spent the next ten minutes taking wet paper towels and cleaning each other up …..peeking out the door until everything settled down.
Then I went outside and helped him find his eyebrow ring that somehow came out.
Never ever 17 with a guy in a hoody with a rat tail. Just don’t do it.
Growing up in a river town, you had better always keep your head on a swivel. This particular night was no different.
Mid 20’s I went to a little pub with a group of buddies. It had a back patio that happened to be pretty full, I guess 40/50 people.
Their was a group of guys that was know to cross the river from whatever shiithole they were from and start trouble. This particular group liked to see if they could knock someone out with one punch then usually dipped as the doo doo spun off of the fan.
I was minding my business, flirting with a girl and I heard what sounded like a pop gun go off. I look up and one of my buddies is sliding to the ground, back up against the wooden fence in the back. Someone crumbled his azz with one shot.
So I look at the girl and says “I’ll be right back.” Like a super hero I jumped into action. My other buddy was then going round per round with the perpetrator and a crowd kinda formed around in a circle.
I pushed my way in the front in time to see a smaller guy with a ponytail /rattail thingy take his boot to my buddy as they hit the ground.
I clocked in.
I grabbed dude by the back of his hoody and he quickly rips it off, kinda tangling both of us in it.
At this moment, I knew I had 17ed up. Number 1, he had a ponytail. Number two he had a hoody….and under the hood was a big azz armored meat head. He also had an eyebrow piercing…we will get to that later.
I backed way up as he started to square up and began bouncing towards me like he has done been in this situation many of times. Right as he arrived and opened up to swing I threw a perfect jab ….kind of like how you knock Tyson out on Punch Out Nintendo game.
He staggered back to my surprise and put his hand to his mouth and saw his own blood. Then he took the blood, stuck his tongue out and licked his hand. Kinda smiled…then put an artillery style 4 punch combo upside my head.
I grabbed him as I was going down and we both fell into a table and started wrestling. I was bleeding everywhere but was able to get him one other time…but nothing like he got me.
Someone yelled “Cops” and everyone scattered in all directions. I managed to find my hat and phone and dashed inside. I threw the bathroom door open and locked the door and flipped the lights on.
Turned around and 17ing ponytail is sitting on the toilet in the corner, hiding like everyone else. Was just him and I. I paused. He said “hey brah, you surprised the 17 out of me with that jab!” I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. I was bleeding out the top of my eye and bottom of the other eye.
We spent the next ten minutes taking wet paper towels and cleaning each other up …..peeking out the door until everything settled down.
Then I went outside and helped him find his eyebrow ring that somehow came out.
Never ever 17 with a guy in a hoody with a rat tail. Just don’t do it.
My dad would whoop your dad
It’s fun to believe!
Well how big a boy are ya?
Hey big man, lemmee hold a dollah!
Alright Adams County redneck keep talking like this and you’ll get another beatdown
Ive seen many OL baw tail tucked head back across the bridge with that same hair lip!
I, like anyone else with thousands of posts on an anonymous sports message board, have never lost a fight.
I save all my defeats for the athletic teams I root for.
I save all my defeats for the athletic teams I root for.
Ain't a single one of you fools that appreciates a good àss whipping story... But if you want me to share, I'll be happy to tell you about the Sweet-Ola progressions.
Caught a few bruises one night fisting a Filipina in Bayan ng Famy.
Kicks to the face hurt when you are trying to make a human sock puppet