Hand to Hand. Best You've Dished Out. Worst You've Taken.

originally posted by: lamplighters

originally posted by: DOCHOLIDAZE1
a reply to: lamplighters

and you joined the thread and spoke as to judge others on what topic they want to discuss

Actually no, i have no problem what people discuss

but i dont appreciate threads talking about how people beat people up, under the guise of ``self defence``

never once did the op mention self defense being why he choose to fight, so now it seems you are making stuff up as to discredit a group of people that want to talk about the subject of hand to hand combat.


please come back when you have a new false data to report

a reply to: boncho

retelling past violence maybe egotistical, but remembering past violence is the best course of action as to not repeat violence.

that is my personnel philosophy on the matter, i cannot speak for anyone else

a reply to: skunkape23

Best I ever dished out: Tried to kill a fellow student with his own tie at school. It broke, he lived. He was purple for ten minutes afterward though.

Worst I ever got: Pounded to mush by five guys, whom I had part tackled, part shoved off a friend of mine, that they had been previously beating the hell out of while he was on the floor.

a reply to: DOCHOLIDAZE1

These guys are both bums.

Hugging a person to death is a pathetic tactic. I hate that dry humping MMA bull crap. If either of those guys could fight worth a crap, the only action on the floor, would be a body falling onto it. I say that because the fight should have been over the moment that kick from Murray got caught. From there his opponent should have dragged that leg, stamped on the other knee, and broken Murray's ankle, all while remaining on his feet. Instead it turned into a hug puddle.

a reply to: TrueBrit

true the only good thing about street fighting is it has no rules, also tends to be the worst thing about it depending what side your on. murray got lucky for sure. but what i did see was that murray was clearly stronger than his opponent which allowed his luck to keep going.

i have mixed feeling about styles of fighting, like i stated before grappling is my choice as it can most of the time deter strikers or at least hinder them, then again it feels nice to put your foot into someones ribs and watch them cringe if not fall. and at the very least drop there guard.

i do believe street or ring one must have practice and skills at striking because if your a grappler the best way to get "in" is with well timed and well placed strikes

I gave someone a purple nurple once.

It looked quite painful.

Dude bumped into me and causing me to spill my Arizona and skittles, I went ballistic!


As I place my hand over his chest I began to chant KALI MAAAAAAAAAAAAA my fingers move like hot steel through goat butter until I grasp the heart, KALI MAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

a reply to: AugustusMasonicus

How purple?

originally posted by: Lysergic
How purple?

Like an eggplant.

originally posted by: boncho
Eventually you get to a point where retelling past violence just doesn't do anything for you. [People seem to remember other's as their own anyway, often discussions are far from the truth, or if they aren't they are driven by ego] Do we gain anything by glorifying violent past? There are much more constructive avenues in life.

I know its not what you were looking for in this OP, but I thought Id add my 2 cents.

maybe we should start a thread where we measure our dicks too....

a reply to: blupblup

I'm coming in right at 12 ft, disregarding the cheeseburger on top.

a reply to: skunkape23

I had this neighbor who beat his girlfriend...lets call him Richard Cranium.

So this Dic-I mean Richard Cranium said I'd be in trouble if he ever saw me on the street. So Naturally I walked out to the street to provoke him. He gave me a one-two that would make a nine year old blush, so I responded in kind and made a pathetic attempt of a roundhouse (as you do when you are drunk) But I came up swinging and after I downed him I helped him to his feet.

There is no point beating an @$$hole to a pulp if they are not conscious to remember it. I'm not proud but that prick needed a dose of his own medicine.

originally posted by: blupblup

maybe we should start a thread where we measure our dicks too....

Just in the sake of full disclosure, I was born on Nantucket.

a reply to: blupblup

Was phallus size a topic of your high school debate team?

Either you have a quick tongue or a quick left hook, it depends on where you come from.

a reply to: blupblup

Its weird you think about dicks when you think of two people fighting

originally posted by: DOCHOLIDAZE1
a reply to: blupblup

Its weird you think about dicks when you think of two people fighting

I can remember my dad taking me to the cock fights when I was a kid.
I'm not sure if it was legal or not.
I don't recall any zippers being unzipped.

a reply to: skunkape23
Thats nice. However those are all lame stories compared to mine. I mean really getting in a fight with 3 guys, thats just childish and foolish ruined vision in one eye is the least of what could have happened, may your blurry vision be a constant reminder of your childish foolishness.

But! Believe it or not, I once knock out a fly. Yes a fly. I know its quite impressive. It was like something you would see in a kung fu or Bruce lee movie, you know like the monk catching the fly with chopsticks, or doing a death palm and stuff. So anyways! As the story goes said fly? Well it was just buzzing around me and being a fly and by default annoying, I wooshed it away multiple times, but it kept coming back for more. It did that a few more times, it was one annoying and persistent fly, it just would not go away.

So out of no were I did a whole wathaaaa and punched it clear while in the air, I could even feel a tiny force on my knuckle from were I made contact, also my ki must have been on center because it was buzzing like crazy and falling fast to the floor were it kept trying to get up and fly way but it just ended up skitting and buzzing all over the floor.

I was thinking of stepping on it and just ending it right there. But it was a brave fly for getting all up in my face like that, what with the size and weight difference it was definitely not in my weight class and a no contest. A brave fly indeed... And so like the most gracious winner that I am, I let it live on and did not step on it, so it can get on with its tiny little fly live, and go its merry little fly way, buzzing off, and bothering somebody else...Bzzzzz.

originally posted by: Thecakeisalie
a reply to: blupblup

Was phallus size a topic of your high school debate team?

Either you have a quick tongue or a quick left hook, it depends on where you come from.

I didn't have a debate team at School... I'm in the UK, not a thing here or certainly wasn't when I was at school.
And no.. you don't have either, it's possible to have both.

originally posted by: DOCHOLIDAZE1
a reply to: blupblup

Its weird you think about dicks when you think of two people fighting

So you've never heard the saying/expression before... and took it literally.

Cool.

I had a party going at my place.
There were probably 40 or 50 people there.
I'm inside playing a game of cards and passing a bottle of tequila.
My buddy Howard "The Duck," he was a tall goofy bastard, comes in with blood pouring from his nose looking for a towel.
He says this guy, tripping on drugs, punched him for no good reason.
This pushed my button.
I marched up to the offensive character and folded him up with a single front kick to the solar plexus.
I won that round.
On the losing end, I got into a nonsense exchange with my younger brother who outweighs me by about 100 pounds.
My famous last words were "You ain't got the balls to hit me."
One punch later, I was sitting on my ass.
My nose bled for 3 days.