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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Mine is a deserved beating, more than a fight
I went to a very good school in the town a few miles from mine, owing to my local comp being full of scummy chav psychopaths. This in turn made me from 'the hard town' and put me under a perceived obligation to prove my fighting abilities.
Who better to pick on than Michael Kennedy - The smallest lad in the school. Having been there only a few days, what I didn't know is that the Kennedys were the local hard family (Brothers in prison, drugs, knifings - Yay!). So I challenged him to a fight behind the school at home time. At 3.15 pm I duly turned up and leapt on him with all the gusto I could manage - only to look up and see a 5th year's giant red Fila trainer (Circa 1990) flying toward my face with impressive speed. Needless to say the Kennedy family members present and all of their friends proceeded to beat the living fuck out of me.
I don't fight much any more.
But when I do, I do my research first.
( , Wed 15 Mar 2006, 9:30, Reply)
I went to a very good school in the town a few miles from mine, owing to my local comp being full of scummy chav psychopaths. This in turn made me from 'the hard town' and put me under a perceived obligation to prove my fighting abilities.
Who better to pick on than Michael Kennedy - The smallest lad in the school. Having been there only a few days, what I didn't know is that the Kennedys were the local hard family (Brothers in prison, drugs, knifings - Yay!). So I challenged him to a fight behind the school at home time. At 3.15 pm I duly turned up and leapt on him with all the gusto I could manage - only to look up and see a 5th year's giant red Fila trainer (Circa 1990) flying toward my face with impressive speed. Needless to say the Kennedy family members present and all of their friends proceeded to beat the living fuck out of me.
I don't fight much any more.
But when I do, I do my research first.
( , Wed 15 Mar 2006, 9:30, Reply)
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