the worst was having my stepdad cold clock me right in the face when i was 8. knocked me unconscious and broke my nose in 4 places.
but that's ok because it was an "accident"
I got jumped around the corner from my house because I was wearing a blue shirt, I tried to fight back but that didnt last long, I got my face stomped into sidewalk and lost a tooth.......
After our championship game the other team started a brawl. A little guy on our team was getting triple teamed by 3 of thier bigger guys so I went charging into the pile like a mad man to help him out.
I punched one of them, knocking him out, and shoved the other into the boards and smacked his face pretty hard agaisnt the glass. I turned around to take on the other guy and WHAM he caught me just as I turned my head.I fell to the ground and smacked my head on the ice. I got up and felt my face and I knew I was messed up. I started skating around looking for him and I found him in a group of about 5 people. I punched him in the face and took him to the ground. While I was pounding away on him someone skated by and kicked me in the head with a hockey skate. It opened up a huge gash over my eye.
After the fight I was seriously bloody and my hand was broken from punching people in the head. I couldn't see out of my right eye because of the blood, my head was starting to swell and I had a HUGE smile on my face. I personaly know I broke two noses in that brawl.
i got jumped back in '97 by three guys at my gf's (at that time) apartment. I only knew one of them, and we used to work together. There was this girl that worked with us that he liked, and they were talking or whatever, but then she just stopped talking with him and started ****ing me instead. Him and I were cool, but I guess he was hurt since the chick left him. I was over her place, and about to leave and he called her, he was high and drunk and I could hear his friend in the background. They kept talking all this ****, so I told them if they wanted to brawl, let me get some of my friends and we could have a big rumble. Of course I waited around for my friends to show, and since I was 20 miles away from my house, my friends had trouble getting rides. As I left her apartment to go pick up two of them, the other guys were lready there, making their way up the stairs. The guy that didn't like me never laid a hand on me, his ***** ass friends kept cheap shotting me in the side of the head. I finally was able to let them let Eric fight me one on one, but I had already taken some big shots to the dome. Eric and I fight, I ended up mounting him and raining on his grill. I looked up to be welcomed with a boot to the face, I reeled back, got pushed over in the mud, and kicked and **** by the other two guys until my gf called the police. I took a beating but I am proud to say I got my shots in when the opportunities were there, and with two cracked ribs, a concussion and a sprained right foot, I was standing at the end of it all with a smile.
I did get my revenge, the friends that I couldn't pick up and I got together and found each one of them one at a time and gave them a taste of the same they gave me.
The biggest ass beating I ever took one one one was from my mother. Note: My mom is 110lbs holding a bag full of Campbell Soup cans. She broke on me 3 brooms, 2 mops, 1 phone, 2 closet doors, 1 bathroom door, the lid of the toilet tank, side window of car, and threathen my grand mother if she tried to stop it she would beat her ass too.
The nastiest beat down I ever got was in back in P.R. We used to have neighborhood fights and I got jumped by 5 or 7 guys. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks with 3 broken ribs, dislocated jaw (which to this day clicks), most of the bones in my right hand where broken (I can crack all my fingers at will), broken nose, broken left foot, and a nice concosiuon (sp). I never got any of them back, but I was glad that I did not get killed. I found out later on that they where involved in one of P.R.'s biggest mass murder (12 people at once)
I got jumped by about 8 five foot tall mexicans... They were trying to take me down to stomp that **** out of me, and after they got tired of punching me in the shoulders and forehead and not being able to bring me to the ground one of them decided to stab me in my left shoulder... Then some big ****er that showed after afterward decided to fight me a "fair" one after I was bleeding from the shoulder.
Wasn't a good night, I lost my car keys on top of all of that... At least I was beating the fat ****er until the cops showed up.
In one-on-one, in my only loss I got into a fight with this pretty big black dude because I took his strating position on the basketball team. I was the only white player, in a new school, so I didn't have many friends at the time. Well he startd talking **** in the locker room in front of all his friends. At the time, ninth grade, I weighed about 145 (lol) and he weighed about 215 but was a real bad-ass. I can't take **** talking so I knew we were about to fight so I give him and unexpected strong jab right on his nose. He wiped his nose and said, "*****, you've ****ed up now and proceded to pound me pretty good. Wee ended up being pretty good pals after that since he respected me.
As far as group fight, I'll wait on that, this post is getting too long anyway.
He wiped his nose and said, "*****, you've ****ed up now and proceded to pound me pretty good.
Damn, what detail! hahahahaha.
Seriously though ... I'm beginning to think real hard about that get together coming up. Seems I'm suddenly REAL busy this summer!
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