Mine was at the Grill in 1997. Egg bowl. Raining like shart. Was dogging Stuart patrige. His brother was at bar and smoked me with a beer bottle. Didn’t end up well for him. I still have the scar. That was it for me
Last fist fight you had….
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Oh about 60 years ago in elementary school.
Funny, I just told this story a couple of nights ago
Not proud of this btw
I went out in Starkville with a girl I graduated highschool with. She lived in the cotton district and we never really hung out. But in this particular night we went to mugshots together.
At the end of the night we were all 17ed up and some dude pulls up in a truck to the front door as everyone was leaving and says “headed to the district if anyone needs a ride”
My friend knew the dude and hops in the front and I hopped in the back with some dude bro frats.
I had just bought and was wearing some black and Kelly green adidas Mexican indoor soccer shoes …they were really ******* awesome… took like 3 months to come in the mail..
Some mother 17er in the back of the truck spit at my feet and called me a wigger. He was 17ed up but being a prick. I didn’t say a word.
He then said “when this truck stops I’m gonna whip your azz”
So, I lit a cigarette. We only had a 3 minute ride.
So the truck stops in front of this house with a balcony and it’s people everywhere.
This mother 17er hops out the back and opens the tailgate and motions to me like “Cmmon”
I took a big heaping 17ing drag and blew it straight up in the air, flicked the cigarette at the guy as I
Not proud of this btw
I went out in Starkville with a girl I graduated highschool with. She lived in the cotton district and we never really hung out. But in this particular night we went to mugshots together.
At the end of the night we were all 17ed up and some dude pulls up in a truck to the front door as everyone was leaving and says “headed to the district if anyone needs a ride”
My friend knew the dude and hops in the front and I hopped in the back with some dude bro frats.
I had just bought and was wearing some black and Kelly green adidas Mexican indoor soccer shoes …they were really ******* awesome… took like 3 months to come in the mail..
Some mother 17er in the back of the truck spit at my feet and called me a wigger. He was 17ed up but being a prick. I didn’t say a word.
He then said “when this truck stops I’m gonna whip your azz”
So, I lit a cigarette. We only had a 3 minute ride.
So the truck stops in front of this house with a balcony and it’s people everywhere.
This mother 17er hops out the back and opens the tailgate and motions to me like “Cmmon”
I took a big heaping 17ing drag and blew it straight up in the air, flicked the cigarette at the guy as I
Bolted off the tailgate , feet first. I kicked him in the thorax and landed on his face. I then took that new shoe and stepped on his face and asked him if they fit me. “Do they fit, mother 17er”? “ You like my shoes now bitchh”
People on the balcony were going crazy. I then flipped him over and rubbed his face into my shoes and on the concrete until I felt one of his teeth drag.
He stud up and a friend grabbed him and he started running off….then turned around and said “ I’m coming back to kill you mother 17er”
He turned and started running again. He was probably 30 yards from me. Now, I was in the middle of playing rugby and lifting…also walking 10 miles a day in a restaurant…and in 3 seconds I was where he was. I tapped him on the shoulder and as he turned around, I took his 17ing lights out.
The crowd went bananas. I went back to my friends and ate her box.
It was a good night
People on the balcony were going crazy. I then flipped him over and rubbed his face into my shoes and on the concrete until I felt one of his teeth drag.
He stud up and a friend grabbed him and he started running off….then turned around and said “ I’m coming back to kill you mother 17er”
He turned and started running again. He was probably 30 yards from me. Now, I was in the middle of playing rugby and lifting…also walking 10 miles a day in a restaurant…and in 3 seconds I was where he was. I tapped him on the shoulder and as he turned around, I took his 17ing lights out.
The crowd went bananas. I went back to my friends and ate her box.
It was a good night
I was in highschool. It wasn’t really a fistfight. There was this vacant grass lot on a corner of the main drag where everyone hung out. It was late afternoon and early evening on a Saturday. Where I went to school there was a city school and two county schools all within about five miles. We all knew one another but there was definitely groups based on where you went to high school within the larger group. So I’m sitting on the side of a buddies short wheel base Chevy shooting the **** and watching traffic. There’s several other groups scattered around the lot. Guy from one of the county schools walks by the truck heading towards another group of cars holding about a three foot section of log chain. I’ve literally known this guy all my life, played little league together, partied together. I ask where he’s going with the chain and he turns and looks at me for a second and proceeds to knock me over the side of the pickup with the chain. I’m laying flat of my back in the bed of the truck dazed and confused for a little while before deciding that I’m going to whip his ***. I jump up ready to bail out of the truck when someone grabs me by the collar and jerks me back down as the truck takes off. The owner of the truck who had previously been sitting beside me had jumped in the drivers seat and reached through the sliding back glass to keep me from getting really whooped. The guy that hit me’s girlfriend had fooled around with some guy from 30 miles away and it had unbeknownst to me boiled over to a big group fight at this lot this day. Chains, pipes, baseball bats, fists, you name it. Cops were arresting people, people were going to the hospital and my ignorant *** was right in the middle of it. The next week there was a fence around the lot, there’s a McDonald’s there now.
1985, elementary school. the school bully pushed me in teh lunch room line and i cut my knuckles hitting him so hard. i didn't get in trouble either, i think all the teachers sat back and secretly thanked me.
This wasn't my fight, but when I was in high school, I witnessed the greatest fist fight in the history of fist fights. If you grew up in or around DeSoto County in the 80s, you know anyone and everyone came to Southaven and cruised up and down stateline road on Friday and Saturday nights. Well, everyone was hanging out at the sonic when two guys got into a little argument. Manager of sonic breaks it up and tells everyone to leave. So they agree to meet in the walmart parking lot at midnight to go duke city. Fast forward to midnight. A bunch of us are there waiting. One of the guys is there. The other hasn't shown up. So he's being loud and talking trash about the other one not showing up. About five minutes late, here comes a little lowrider truck just blasting "Mama Said Knock You Out" on the loud stereo system. It pulls up, Dude jumps out, walks over to the other dude, and just lays him out with one punch and gets back in the truck and they leave.
The older I get, the better this story is.
The older I get, the better this story is.
Great story, but I don’t believe you when you say “not proud of this btw.” And I’m glad I don’t believe you.
Yeah, it's probably the one thing he's proudest of. His grandchildren will hear this story every time he has a whiskey drink.
About 10 yrs ago… some bastard got on here talking sheet and challenged me to meet him at South Farm. ***
Mid 20s, still partying, early 2010s at Ropers. It wasn't my only fight there, but my last. Campy Shelby guys looking for a fight, singled out my friend, called racial slurs. They weren't aware he was a pretty bad *** marine and I have watched Road House 200x.
Not the last fight I had, there were a few scrapes with friends when I got older, but in 2nd grade the big fat kid in class would bully me and one day we were both alone in the cinder block outside bathroom at the old Hillcrest elementary and he started his crap, and I kicked him <Cartman voice> square in the nuts. It is over forty years later and I can picture it vividly. Never had any more trouble out of him.
I won a fight with an 8" mud snake on the way into the office this morning.
FIST FIGHT!
Freshman year of H.S. with one of my absolute best buds growing up -- but we'd been talking a lot of sh i t to one another.
And one day one of us got fed up and we both went full Ali Frazier on one another.
Blood, sweat, spit, big crowd during school - fought down the hallway between class, ended up rolling out the side door of the school. He was bigger than me so I worked over his midsection as best I could, ducking and blocking his haymakers, but he connected a couple of times. I caught his chin once, but that hurt my hand.
Asst. principle broke it up after he watched it from almost the beginning.
The two of us acted as if nothing ever happened the next day. Other than the 10 mandatory swats for fighting, it was all good.
That bastard was funny and mean! We kept up with each other later in life, but rarely got to visit. He passed away a little over a year ago.
Freshman year of H.S. with one of my absolute best buds growing up -- but we'd been talking a lot of sh i t to one another.
And one day one of us got fed up and we both went full Ali Frazier on one another.
Blood, sweat, spit, big crowd during school - fought down the hallway between class, ended up rolling out the side door of the school. He was bigger than me so I worked over his midsection as best I could, ducking and blocking his haymakers, but he connected a couple of times. I caught his chin once, but that hurt my hand.
Asst. principle broke it up after he watched it from almost the beginning.
The two of us acted as if nothing ever happened the next day. Other than the 10 mandatory swats for fighting, it was all good.
That bastard was funny and mean! We kept up with each other later in life, but rarely got to visit. He passed away a little over a year ago.
I would estimate I was in 150 fights through high school. Don't think I've had any full out fights as an adult although there's been a few times I would've liked to handle some smart mouth morons. Acting like an adult is so limiting.
"Last night, as a matter of fact"
--- Chris Beard
--- Chris Beard
Did you hit me with the chain or did you jerk my *** back in the truck?
I'll never tell? No, I wasn't involved in that fight but I do remember hearing about it. That was just a little before my time but I had an older sibling that I've heard talk about it.
I was there the afternoon ole JR rode up in his limousine and got out and painted “ Big Mac Attack” on the fence. He was pissed because the city wouldn’t let him build a McDonald’s there. It’s ironic that that’s ultimately what was built there years later.
Funny how everyone on here whipped someone else's a$$. You know some of you on here got beat down and just won't admit it.
Fifth grade, which puts it 79/80. Wasn't much of a fight as we ended up head locking each other a bunch until someone broke it up.
Sorry, not as entertaining as beating up frat boys or the one hit knock outs.
Sorry, not as entertaining as beating up frat boys or the one hit knock outs.
Eric's Cigar bar Aspen, CO September 2010. Every September they'd host Rugger Fest, a weekend long Rugby tournament. Long story short...got into a scuffle - 3 Mississippi boys versus a Rugby team... I knocked a guys tooth out then immediately got grabbed by a monster of a human, a tongan rugby player, and started getting my *** worked as I did the rope a dope. Luckily security broke it up before I got my face crushed in. Walked away with my ego intact and some bruised ribs.
My grandfather used to listen to other older men telling various stories of greatness from their youth - which, of course, mostly no one else could either verify or dispute. He'd always tell me "I've never talked to an old man that didn't USED TO BE hell."Funny how everyone on here whipped someone else's a$$. You know some of you on here got beat down and just won't admit it.
I fight about 10 times per week at BJJ. We are not striking or mad at each other, but we are damn sure going at it, and it’s f-king awesome.
Beat the hell out of a guy in college that wouldn't leave my friend's house. It was unfair because it was 4 on 1 but he suddenly wanted to leave after that. Only been in 2 fights in my life. That was one of them.