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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I just remembered being 18, hanging with a couple of friends, driving around in my mom's car.
We pull up to a stop light and they start yelling at some redneck dude calling him hot, sexy, etc. I'm telling them to shut up, they continue until they see two redneck chicks running full speed at us.
They don't say anything other than "SHIT, Roll up the windows!!" and their little arms start scurrying and clawing to get them up. This is when I look up and see these tight jeans and crop top wearing, white rain teased haired girls launching at my mom's car.
As luck would have it the light turned green and I floored it.
Ever been in or close to a fight? 0 points for WoW stories.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:32, 61 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
after consuming a number of beverages, my companions and I heard the shouting of some angry fellows approaching from the rear.
Naturally we thought nothing of this, as we had done nothing to aggravate anyone, however when one of my colleagues went off course for a moment to put a bottle down the shouting became more targeted. It seemed that we were being accused of something and my friend accused of picking up a weapon.
Expecting a fight, we all turned simultaneously to see 2 short, wide, hard-looking chaps with claret pissing all down them from head wounds.
Then they said "oh, sorry boys, some cunts attacked us with bottles and fucked off, and we thought you were them"
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:36, Reply)
Seriously. That story is either saying one thing, or it's just weird.
But compelling. Like yourself, you weirdo.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:44, Reply)
walking home from town
hear shouting behind us
figure out it is directed at us
turn round ready for fight
get apologised to for mistaken identity.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:46, Reply)
That's really what you were saying?
No, you're winding me up. You're saying that you did it but they were so pissed that they thought it wasn't you lot so apologised.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:47, Reply)
I was amazed they weren't so pissed that they still thought it was us after we'd turned round
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:48, Reply)
Or it was just your colleague
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:49, Reply)
I meant mate, and frankly I can't think of any circumstances that would lead any of us to bottle someone
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:50, Reply)
and I had hold of a bottle, I'd like to think I could bash it over his head and then run
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:51, Reply)
not that I've been in a fight, but if I was, I'd only do something like that if they were going for me with a knife or something
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:53, Reply)
If somebody was going to bash me up, I would first run.
But if I couldn't run, I would BASH them over the head and then run.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:55, Reply)
I once saw a fight where some guy bashed another guys face into a tree
gotta love those redneck boys
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:54, Reply)
like using the ropes and the turnbuckles in wrestling
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:55, Reply)
So you're saying they know it was them but didn't fancy their chances so pretended that it was mistaken identity?
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:48, Reply)
They were intimidated by the sheer manliness of the displayed beardage.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:50, Reply)
I'd give it toes.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:50, Reply)
they were fucking hard looking, and plastered in blood. not a happy combination, and they were actually quite polite after realising it wasn't us
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:49, Reply)
I've never been in a fight
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:51, Reply)
but not that many really
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:53, Reply)
Not often on the end of a monster kicking though.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:56, Reply)
I'm a great big coward, so kept out of the way.
I'm actually almost offended by Roota thinking we'd bottled those chaps.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:01, Reply)
I thought they were big bastards who were going to smash you up.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:03, Reply)
But the very centre of town is starting to look well narky.
My part of town's sweet.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:54, Reply)
Just back home in Hawick and fairly routinely assaulted by randoms in Middlesbrough.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:57, Reply)
The slightest menacing stare looks like a fight to me.
But I'm getting braver.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 18:58, Reply)
I accidentally put some guy in hospital with a concusion at uni. I was running down some stairs and getting ready to throw a punch at the same time to stop him beating the shit out of a mate. I tripped over the last three steps, my bodyweight shot forward and I cracked him square in the temple, probably at least twice as hard as I would have hit him. That freaked me out a bit as he just dropped, didn't even sway.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:01, Reply)
I only wanted him to stop hitting my friend, who really couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:08, Reply)
I see a clear pathway to my table but it's immediately blocked by some meat head who reached out and angrily grabbed some girl by her arm and was shaking her. I grab his arm and shove him out of the way.
He shouts at me "Get your hands off me" and I shout "Don't put your hands on a woman" he shouts back "THAT'S MY WIFE" I said "I don't give a fuck, don't put your fucking hands on a woman" and went on to my seat.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:01, Reply)
I was about 11 and walking up the road with two mates (Anish and Rich) of the same age. We see our mate Mark across the road and down a bit, so we yell out to him, "Hello Mark ! Oi, Mark ! Mark !", until we realise that it was 4 skinheads. They come up to Anish and start saying "What did you say?" and "You trying to be me?".
One goes to throw a few punches at Anish, and I'm standing there, I'm thinking I can push the big one in a bush and peg it, but by the time I finish thinking, one of them decks me, gave me a huge black eye, and as my vision returns from squwiffy on the ground, Anish and Rich are half way up the road running.
The kids walk off, and we go into a shop (all the shop keepers knew us), they call the police, and two meat-wagons come and takes statements and stuff.
We then, in our mum's cars, prowl the streets for an hour looking for them, but didn't find them.
And that is the story of the only fight cockfosters ever saw in the whole decade of the 90s.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:05, Reply)
despite being weak and pathetic and a girl, because I'd just got back from a LARP event where I was really tough
reality fail
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:05, Reply)
I sort of get like that after watching certain movies and listening to certain music, like woah I'm tough I'll totally kick your arse
but I won't, I'm a pussy, only once have I confonted someone and then later that night went after someone else, throwing my hair into a ponytail and taking out my earrings all "Where dat bitch at" cause I was drunk and stupid
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:11, Reply)
Then witnessed 200 mad Jocks legging it from the theatre at the end ready to slot the next Englishman they came across.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:14, Reply)
until my dad yelled at me and the girl at the ticket counter said "don't worry all the kids have done it LOL" and I think that was the first I ever remember being publicly embarrassed.
I certainly wish it were the last :/
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 19:31, Reply)
of a bunch of spotty herberts who'd just been to see 'Enter the Dragon', all of whom seemed to fervently believe they'd somehow becomed imbued with Bruce's so-called legendary martial arts prowess.
I don't suppose you also saw it, so this is perhaps one of my less entertaining posts, from a choice of thousands. Sorry.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 20:13, Reply)
it's quite sad that I can imagine that :/
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 20:19, Reply)
but some of my brother's old squatter mates in Manchester once beheaded a pistol-brandishing pimp with a samurai sword.
How's THAT for Honda-ing?
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 20:05, Reply)
I'd pay money to see that. Worth a couple of Oscars in the blue movie catagories.
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 21:08, Reply)
or bouncer back when you could call them that, I've been in a couple of scuffles. The most interesting one was when 9 of the town's university rugby reserves team realised they were in a gay bar and kicked off in an almighty way. I got spanged round the head with a metal sign.
Then there was the homeless guy who wandered up to me and swung a length of chain at my head. Fortunately I caught it round my arm, did some sort of crazy jitsu shit and quite literally booted him out the door. I saw him a few days later selling the Big Issue on the high st.
Length? About 2 foot of solid metal. Good times were had :-)
(, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 22:17, Reply)
EDIT: Are you implying that your dazzling display of what you refer to as your 'crazy jitsu shit' and the fact that this vagrant was subsequently seen selling the Big Issue are in some way connected? Had you in some inspirational way set him on the path back to what our American cousins describe so charmingly as 'normalcy'?
(, Fri 19 Mar 2010, 0:30, Reply)
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