Post by Adrian on Apr 12, 2009 20:11:52 GMT -5
No real fighting experience save for a few micro-tussles I got into in high school.
My fight experience can honestly be summed into two stories:
Once after a football game, we had lost and the whole team was kinda sullen and upset over it, and one guy on the team decided to voice this, after not playing a single down, by degrading the people who did play and made a few mistakes, a few of my friends included. Tired of his shit, I grabbed him by his shoulder pad with one hand and pinned him to the locker room wall, and told him to the shut the fuck up. He responded by punching me in the nose. I took the hit, blinked once, and then just narrowed my eyes, pulled him away from the wall and slammed him into it again, hard. "Don't do that again." He listened.
Second time, same locker room, different kid. He was just generally talking trash after athletics period and being a nuisance, I told him to shut up. I was standing in the doorway, he got pissed and charged me, I stepped out of the doorway and tossed him through it. He barely caught himself in time to go headfirst into a chain-link fence, but everyone was laughing at him, so he didn't really have the pride left to do anything else.
So yeah, I don't fight, I just withstand, I guess. All my fighting knowledge comes from a mixture of common sense, general anatomy and physiology knowledge, and a lot, and I mean a lot of martial arts movies.
My fight experience can honestly be summed into two stories:
Once after a football game, we had lost and the whole team was kinda sullen and upset over it, and one guy on the team decided to voice this, after not playing a single down, by degrading the people who did play and made a few mistakes, a few of my friends included. Tired of his shit, I grabbed him by his shoulder pad with one hand and pinned him to the locker room wall, and told him to the shut the fuck up. He responded by punching me in the nose. I took the hit, blinked once, and then just narrowed my eyes, pulled him away from the wall and slammed him into it again, hard. "Don't do that again." He listened.
Second time, same locker room, different kid. He was just generally talking trash after athletics period and being a nuisance, I told him to shut up. I was standing in the doorway, he got pissed and charged me, I stepped out of the doorway and tossed him through it. He barely caught himself in time to go headfirst into a chain-link fence, but everyone was laughing at him, so he didn't really have the pride left to do anything else.
So yeah, I don't fight, I just withstand, I guess. All my fighting knowledge comes from a mixture of common sense, general anatomy and physiology knowledge, and a lot, and I mean a lot of martial arts movies.
