FIGHT!
Dr Preference wants to hear your stories about fighting. Ever started a fight? Ever seen a spectacular bar brawl? Or did you hide in a kebab shop when chased by West Ham football hoolies? The first rule of B3ta Fight Club is that you WILL talk about B3ta Fight Club.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 11:04)
Dr Preference wants to hear your stories about fighting. Ever started a fight? Ever seen a spectacular bar brawl? Or did you hide in a kebab shop when chased by West Ham football hoolies? The first rule of B3ta Fight Club is that you WILL talk about B3ta Fight Club.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 11:04)
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The Mystical Power of Air
The best fight I saw was in Magaluf (naturally).
Apparantly relations had turned sour within the Wolf-Pack and two splinter sections had been formed. Each side had chosen a fearful Warrior to pit their strength and bravery against that of the Enemy. The Warriors were supported on each side by a gaggle of braying, gesticulating Followers - the testosterone in the pub could have been cut with a knife.
Each Warrior stepped forward a yard and settled into their respective ockeys, about two meters apart. And then did the Battle commence. Both Warriors unleashed a dizzying flurry of merciless head strikes, filling the pub with powerful shockwaves of air. More and more head lashes came forth and I do swear that at one point I could see a vortex form in the centre-point between them, such was the force of their cranial lashing.
Eventually - and suddenly - it finished, with neck muscles strained and blood vessels filling their cheeks with a vibrant red. Honour had been restored and the Wolf-Pack was one again. And not a drop of blood had been spilt.
Respect
( , Wed 20 Mar 2013, 11:52, Reply)
The best fight I saw was in Magaluf (naturally).
Apparantly relations had turned sour within the Wolf-Pack and two splinter sections had been formed. Each side had chosen a fearful Warrior to pit their strength and bravery against that of the Enemy. The Warriors were supported on each side by a gaggle of braying, gesticulating Followers - the testosterone in the pub could have been cut with a knife.
Each Warrior stepped forward a yard and settled into their respective ockeys, about two meters apart. And then did the Battle commence. Both Warriors unleashed a dizzying flurry of merciless head strikes, filling the pub with powerful shockwaves of air. More and more head lashes came forth and I do swear that at one point I could see a vortex form in the centre-point between them, such was the force of their cranial lashing.
Eventually - and suddenly - it finished, with neck muscles strained and blood vessels filling their cheeks with a vibrant red. Honour had been restored and the Wolf-Pack was one again. And not a drop of blood had been spilt.
Respect
( , Wed 20 Mar 2013, 11:52, Reply)
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