I just got sucker punched by a leb (ausf** here) with all his leb friends and I'm pressing charges.
Tell me how you dealt with getting bashed.
pic related: its who i wish i was with at the time
When people hit me, I fight back. I would feel like a pu**y if I went and pressed charges on them for hitting me rather than defending myself.
I'm jealous of you ausf**s. You have the guts to do something, even riot because of muslimf**s.
When people hit me, I fight back. I would feel like a pu**y if I went and pressed charges on them for hitting me rather than defending myself.
OP here. I agree with you, but im just a typical anon walking alone and lebs are like mongrel dogs that hunt in packs. I don't know if i would be posting now if i didn't leg it.
When I still lived at home my brother would regularly pummel me. I remember one incident when he punched me so hard in the face my head snapped back and cracked against the edge of the door frame behind me. First time I ever actually saw stars as a result of being hit.
Fellow ausf** here, lebs and abos are scum.
When I still lived at home my brother would regularly pummel me. I remember one incident when he punched me so hard in the face my head snapped back and cracked against the edge of the door frame behind me. First time I ever actually saw stars as a result of being hit.
lol dude you must be tough now.
OP here. I agree with you, but im just a typical anon walking alone and lebs are like mongrel dogs that hunt in packs. I don't know if i would be posting now if i didn't leg it.
Why wouldn't you stand your ground and fight? To me, fighting even though the odds are against you shows more courage and strength than running. I know it seems unlikely to win in such a situation, but if you know how to fight you can easily defeat a few people by yourself, assuming they aren't far more experienced than you are or armed with guns.
lol dude you must be tough now.
Nah, still a huge pu**y who hates confrontation.
Why wouldn't you stand your ground and fight? To me, fighting even though the odds are against you shows more courage and strength than running. I know it seems unlikely to win in such a situation, but if you know how to fight you can easily defeat a few people by yourself, assuming they aren't far more experienced than you are or armed with guns.
Australia f**king sucks, dude. If you stand up for yourself when it's just one guy attacking you, his friends will jump in and kick the sh*t out of you, take your stuff, etc. Honestly, it's easier to just let one of them punch you in the back of the head and not put up a fight, because they get bored pretty fast. I f**king hate most of the stereotypes here is Australia. Bogans are probably worse than the lebanese though. Racing around in hotted up cars, screaming crap out the windows, jumping out of cars to chase people. :\
Australia f**king sucks, dude. If you stand up for yourself when it's just one guy attacking you, his friends will jump in and kick the sh*t out of you, take your stuff, etc. Honestly, it's easier to just let one of them punch you in the back of the head and not put up a fight, because they get bored pretty fast. I f**king hate most of the stereotypes here is Australia. Bogans are probably worse than the lebanese though. Racing around in hotted up cars, screaming crap out the windows, jumping out of cars to chase people. :\
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I couldn't just sit there and get hit. I've always fought back, even if I've lost, they didn't leave without any bruises. I'll never feel bad about myself for losing a fight if I fought back.
Why wouldn't you stand your ground and fight? To me, fighting even though the odds are against you shows more courage and strength than running. I know it seems unlikely to win in such a situation, but if you know how to fight you can easily defeat a few people by yourself, assuming they aren't far more experienced than you are or armed with guns.
Seems pretty pointless when you can just run and save yourself the pain, effort and probable failure of a fight.
With me being of Viking ancestry, whenever I get hit I go into berserk rampage mode.
I won't stop until I'm the last person standing up within a radius of 100 meters.
Not but honestly.
I only fight if I have to and when I win I offer them my hand to get them off the ground.
Because I'm nice like that.
The way I fight is that I go in hard and I go in fast. I get real close, headbutting, crotch hitting, elbows, you name it. I do whatever it takes to win.
I've only been in a proper fight like 3-4 times I think. The last one was at school when I was just having a normal chat with a girl and her steroid eating boyfriend shows up thinking I was flirting. He f**king charged me and threw me into the lockers. I beat his ass down though but I have to admit I was pretty beat up..
With me being of Viking ancestry, whenever I get hit I go into berserk rampage mode.
I won't stop until I'm the last person standing up within a radius of 100 meters.
Not but honestly.
I only fight if I have to and when I win I offer them my hand to get them off the ground.
Because I'm nice like that.
The way I fight is that I go in hard and I go in fast. I get real close, headbutting, crotch hitting, elbows, you name it. I do whatever it takes to win.
I've only been in a proper fight like 3-4 times I think. The last one was at school when I was just having a normal chat with a girl and her steroid eating boyfriend shows up thinking I was flirting. He f**king charged me and threw me into the lockers. I beat his ass down though but I have to admit I was pretty beat up..
>crotch hitting, elbows, you name it. I do whatever it takes to win.
This is why people end up in the hospital instead of just taking a blue eye or something.
Why wouldn't you stand your ground and fight? To me, fighting even though the odds are against you shows more courage and strength than running. I know it seems unlikely to win in such a situation, but if you know how to fight you can easily defeat a few people by yourself, assuming they aren't far more experienced than you are or armed with guns.
anonymous is f**king full of Steven Seagals who easily defeat few people by themselves. You are not that special tripf**.
Why wouldn't you stand your ground and fight? To me, fighting even though the odds are against you shows more courage and strength than running. I know it seems unlikely to win in such a situation, but if you know how to fight you can easily defeat a few people by yourself, assuming they aren't far more experienced than you are or armed with guns.
You obviously have no experience in street fighting.
First rule of a street fight is to not get in a street fight. Second rule of a street fight is to make sure you're not fighting a group of people. Third rule of a street fight is there are no rules.
With me being of Viking ancestry, whenever I get hit I go into berserk rampage mode.
I won't stop until I'm the last person standing up within a radius of 100 meters.
Not but honestly.
I only fight if I have to and when I win I offer them my hand to get them off the ground.
Because I'm nice like that.
The way I fight is that I go in hard and I go in fast. I get real close, headbutting, crotch hitting, elbows, you name it. I do whatever it takes to win.
I've only been in a proper fight like 3-4 times I think. The last one was at school when I was just having a normal chat with a girl and her steroid eating boyfriend shows up thinking I was flirting. He f**king charged me and threw me into the lockers. I beat his ass down though but I have to admit I was pretty beat up..
>I've only been in a proper fight like 3-4 times I think.
>I IMAGINE I get real close, headbutting, crotch hitting, elbows, you name it.
Added a word to correct your story. I mean what's with all the "toughguys" here living out your fantasies in internet.
>I've only been in a proper fight like 3-4 times I think.
>I IMAGINE I get real close, headbutting, crotch hitting, elbows, you name it.
Added a word to correct your story. I mean what's with all the "toughguys" here living out your fantasies in internet.
If that's what you want to believe then I won't argue with you.
If that's what you want to believe then I won't argue with you.
You wrote 3-4 times. I just concluded from that.
>crotch hitting, elbows, you name it. I do whatever it takes to win.
This is why people end up in the hospital instead of just taking a blue eye or something.
Most people don't stop from just taking a hit to the face.
Atleast not the people I've been in a fight with
Why wouldn't you stand your ground and fight? To me, fighting even though the odds are against you shows more courage and strength than running. I know it seems unlikely to win in such a situation, but if you know how to fight you can easily defeat a few people by yourself, assuming they aren't far more experienced than you are or armed with guns.
You're an idiot, whats the point and standing and fighting if you know you are going to get beaten?
You wrote 3-4 times. I just concluded from that.
Those 3-4 fights have been from a period of like 15-18.
I don't write them down on paper to keep track because I don't see the point. It was a fight, nothing to take pride in.
Sorry but when the odds are against you, you run. Chances only one or two will be able to persue you. Then if you have to fight them when they are seperated from the group. Much better chances of coming out less banged up.
Idiots that dont have the stature to stand their ground against a large group of people are idiots. Because eventually they will have their lifeless body beaten mercilessly on the ground because some guy sucker punched them from their blind spot.
You know what they say. He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day!
I don't get in fights. When I do, I don't piss about with punches, I go straight at them and get them on the ground, then f**king use anything to take them apart. Works *most* of the time, but there are always exceptions, y'know?
When I was young I wasn't afraid of anyone.
I was... 7 I think. Skinny bastard.
A fat 10 year old kid tried to steal my place in the line to buy ice cream.
Oh no motherf**ker.
Punch right in the nose. Blood. He ran crying to his mother, she came to my mother complaining... but when she saw me, a small, 7 year old skinny child she just went away in shame that his son was such a pu**y.
Honestly, I think I was a bit unstable. I punched a mute once because... I don't remember. I'm ashamed of it to this very day, and I can't remember why I did that.
I'd like to know about us anons and our fighting and/or getting pummelled experiences.
I just got sucker punched by a leb (ausf** here) with all his leb friends and I'm pressing charges.
Tell me how you dealt with getting bashed.
pic related: its who i wish i was with at the time
I too, am an Ausf**. What're you doing up at 3:15?
Anyway, I don't really go out into public. I just stay at home. Sometimes I take a knife, sometimes I pack armour. It really depends on the situation.
Bloody Lebos. I have only seen three exceptions to the pack-bogan/thug archetype.
Anyway, I've had a few confrontations, but usually I just give 'em the finger, accompanied by a healthy "F**k You Too" and leave.
i got jumped from behind when i was at work
got beat
cops showed
i told that guy if i ever saw him again i would kill him
never saw him again.
Holy f**k, this is alot longer than I thought.
Multiple post incoming.
2001 - Freshman year summer, high school.
Parents are out of town so my older brother, a senior, is having a graduation party of sorts.
Near the end of the night, as we're all plastered and having a good time, my neighbor gets a call from his girlfriends ex talking all sorts of mad sh*t.
My brother grabs my friends cell phone and proceeds to talk an even greater amount of sh*t.
Two minutes later its settled that we're gonna brawl, they decide to meet up at a gas station about 4 miles from my house.
The whole party heads that way, about 20 people in 5 cars, my brother and I are alone in his small pick-up truck.
Well we speed the whole way there, he was f**king amped to kick some ass, while everyone else obeyed all traffic rules.
As we arrive, we see a Ford Explorer filled with about six dudes, three get out.
My brother parks, gets out of his truck and hands me his phone saying,"Call Trevor and see where everyone is."
Being really drunk at the time, I couldnt figure out how to unlock his phone, so Im sitting there fumbling with it for about 20 seconds and then I hear something.
I get out of the car and look behind me, about 15 yards.
My brother is being pummeled by 3 guys - 2 are about my size (6' 180 lbs) and 1 is noticeably bigger (maybe 6'4" 240 - fat)
I f**king lose it. Literally, something inside me broke, my inner warrior made his debut.
Everything went silent, tunnel vision kicks in
>DONT F**K WITH MY BROOOOOOTHERRRRR!
*cont*
I make a mad dash, full on sprint (soccer player with 14+ years experience) towards the melee.
The attackers are in a sorta triangle formation, with all my momentum I tackle one - a full on professional as f**k football tackle. I hear his head SLAM against the concrete, it sounded as if someone had dropped a bowling ball onto concrete, he goes limp.
I start to pummel this unconscious one.
All this has happened in less than a minute when the other guy my size pulls me off of him so my brother is now 1 on 1 with the big guy.
Me and Dude#2 go toe to toe for a bit, exchanging hits. He manages to clock me in the eye which infuriates me to no extent.
I let out another warrior yell and proceed to beat the sh*t out of this guy, all my hits are connecting on his f**king guido face.
After about 15 seconds of solid connections, he drops his guard as an attempt to forfeit, slightly bending over with his arms on his knees to catch his breath.
F**k that.
I give him a slight push to make him stand straight, and then the f**king punch heard round the world happened.
Iclasp both of my fist together, like im wielding an axe. Dude#2 looks at me for a second, then I let it loose.
With a fluid as f**k 360 motion, I bring my combined fist around to connect flush with his nose.
He SCREAMS in agony, blood literally pours from his face, he goes down clutching his newly disfigured nose.
Meanwhile my brother was still fighting the big dude and my brother was getting some good hits in, I decide to clock the motherf**ker in the back of the head.
*cont*
It didnt do the damage I intended, nor knocked him out like a hoped, he just turned around and looked at me, said,"You just f**ked up now."
Just as that last word escaped his mouth, our calvary arrived, my friend Nathan appears out of f**king nowhere with a flying kick that knocks the big man over. Nathan and my brother jump on the big man, giving him a taste of what my brother was against earlier. And as our backup arrived, the rest of their guys got out of the Explorer, so chaos erupted.
Meanwhile, while all this is happening, girls are screaming, telling us to stop. Horrific screams, like the Hindenburg just crashed.
Also there are people pumping gas into their cars, some standing in awe of the spectacle, some calling the police.
We dominated. Absolutely f**king dominated.
The girls, some on their side, some on ours, decide to be the motherly matrons they are and get in between everyone to stop the fighting, theres clearly been some major injuries on their side.
The fellow I tackled ended up coming to just as this was ending, trying to get on all fours but stumbling over and over.
He sits up and I see him. His scalp, from above his left ear to maybe his temple has just about been peeled back, blood is gushing down his face.
My brother pushes him over once more, saying,"Dont you know when to stay down, bitch?"
I used to go to a private school. It was so poorly funded, they had wooden desks.
There was this annoying kid in class - he sat beside me, and started ridiculing me. So in the middle of class I stand up, and push him out of his chair. At this point, I'm frothing at the mouth and breathing like a wildebeest in heat, so he hauls ass a few desks back. In the heat of the moment I just picked up one of those light wooden desks, tossed it at him, and knocked him over with it.
So afterwards I run back to the classroom, poised over him ready to beat the sh*t out of him, and...
Our history/bible teacher who was a sniper in the korean war pretty much tackles and neutralizes my ass. Picture an old man taking down a 13-year old and basically putting him in an armbar, and there you have it. :D
Early middle school I got into a kickup. Fa**ot sucker punched me, then tried to jump me. I tackled him, got on his back and rubbed his face vigorously into the brick pavement.
In high school an individual blindsided me while I talked to a friend. The a**hole missed my eye and got me in the teeth. I literally bit down on his knuckles. He pulled his hand back, having no flesh left on two of his knuckles. I laughed and told him to move along.
I do not get into fights often. Being 6'6" does that.
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