School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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Two fights.
1. Just hanging out with a mate who was into Kickboxing. He wasn't vocal about this, just something he did for fun at weekends. A group of lads came up wanting a fight - now, it's worth bearing in mind that I was (am) a real wuss. Luckily for me, they only wanted to fight my mate - looking back, it was probably racially motivated, but I honestly don't think that occured to me at the time.
Anyway, these lads cheer on their ringleader to take on my mate, while they stand around watching. I seem to recall my mate asking me to hold onto his coat "as he was only going to be a minute".
Actually, he was less than that. Cocky lad approaches mate, and mate sweeps cocky lad's feet out from under him before even letting lad get close to him, let alone hit him. Cocky lad's head hits the concrete pavement hard and runs home crying.
2. Obviously holding my mate in awe, I agree to go to a Kickboxing lesson with him. We are all paired up with people of similar abilities, so I get a lanky geeky chap who joined the previous week and was "not very good at all, mate."
The first thing we were taught was how to block while the partner aimed punches to the chest. For some reason I opted to be the partner who blocked.
He beat the living gahuna bunnies out of me. I didn't go back the following week.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:22, Reply)
1. Just hanging out with a mate who was into Kickboxing. He wasn't vocal about this, just something he did for fun at weekends. A group of lads came up wanting a fight - now, it's worth bearing in mind that I was (am) a real wuss. Luckily for me, they only wanted to fight my mate - looking back, it was probably racially motivated, but I honestly don't think that occured to me at the time.
Anyway, these lads cheer on their ringleader to take on my mate, while they stand around watching. I seem to recall my mate asking me to hold onto his coat "as he was only going to be a minute".
Actually, he was less than that. Cocky lad approaches mate, and mate sweeps cocky lad's feet out from under him before even letting lad get close to him, let alone hit him. Cocky lad's head hits the concrete pavement hard and runs home crying.
2. Obviously holding my mate in awe, I agree to go to a Kickboxing lesson with him. We are all paired up with people of similar abilities, so I get a lanky geeky chap who joined the previous week and was "not very good at all, mate."
The first thing we were taught was how to block while the partner aimed punches to the chest. For some reason I opted to be the partner who blocked.
He beat the living gahuna bunnies out of me. I didn't go back the following week.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:22, Reply)
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