Who won?
In the lunch queue, in 1st year High School, some kid started picking on me. I can't remember quite what it was about, I don't remember his name. I do remember his bad mullet.
We had a bit of verbal and sort of scuffled about - each holding onto each other's elbows and leaning away to avoid kicks to the balls... There were a few punches and kicks, but we broke apart when the teachers came and the queue moved.
Then, after lunch, he came and found me again. Similar grappling, kicking and punching ensued. A big crowd gathered - you know: "Fight fight fight fight!" - when either of us went down we got kicked and stomped on till we managed to get up. I managed to get in my trademark punch to the stomach, elbow to the back and neck, kick in the balls a few times (I have pointy elbows), and he managed to drag me onto the deck for a kicking a few times. Some teachers arrived and everyone scattered.
Finally, a few minutes later, he turned up again. More punches. More crowd. Me dragged to the floor, him and the crowd laying in with the kicks. Some mate pulled me up. I managed to get hold of my foe and boot his balls over and over till he was crying and curled up.

I won a fight! It was the first time ever.

Standing up against a wall, my shirt out, face bruised and a little bloody, dusty, panting and a bit tear-stained, I was found by my form tutor who had come to see what was going on.

"Who did it, NoCake? Tell me who it was and I'll go to their form tutor."

I looked so bad, he assumed I'd lost. I smiled and said I was okay, ta.
( no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:43, Reply)