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Calling out all you scrappers out there thats not afraid to throw down

The Flash

The Flash

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Well since this is a bb forum most of you guys are pretty huge so lets here some of your hardass stories of f'in up some people with all your testosterone amping you up.

Mine was, this dude came up to me and asked me if i was talking about his friend behind his back and i was like no? and hes like your liein, and i was like ok pussy, and he put his fists up and i just knocked him out cold, and got arrested afterwards. Wasnt worth it i wanted to get some more hits in, still on probation for it =( was 3 months ago lmao.

Lets here them stories!
 
Some guy grabs me i instincitvely push him, we both go down a set of concrete stairs liquored and my shirt over my head. I get up beat down buddy whos still rocked and drop him twice with one punches and then hit two of his friends. cops come as im beating and pushing back two scared guys, cops let me go... the next day with incredible swelling i get an MRI and have a hairline skull fracture on my left temple.

Beat this cocky indian dude who tried to fight my friend then me as the cops came, i had alraeedy landed approx 5-6 off balabce punches to his 0 punches. i hit him with a solid right hand and he goes running bent over trying to get his feet back under him... He runs bent over approx 10 steps and smashes his face into the approaching not yet stopped cop van. The van takes a hefty dent i seen the next day and the door would not open. I got three stitches in my right middle finger later that night in emergency.

Four guys crossing a street stop in the road and mock me, i yell out the window "get teh fvk out the fvking way" they mouth off, i get out, tell the lead guy hes a retard and could be killed standing on the road in winter, he lips off as i walk away. so i turn threaten him with a shot to the mouth and he says "go fo it" so i throw a right stright from the hip to his face ko'ing him and he immediately jerks and snores outloud as his buddy attak me from the side, and the other two run away. I beat down buddy with a succession of right hooks around his arms that are attempting to defend and a few stright lefts. He falls down screams, talks nonsense and runs away when i let up. the other guy is still snoring and shaking as some scared girl holds his head, i tell them thats what happens when your a retard and tell them to put him in the recovery position and get back in my van thats running in the middle of downtown in the middle of the road. I drive down side streets in a big white cube van that i was djing with earlier, avoiding arrest in a very obvious vehicle.

Some guy three blocks away at the time comes storming down the street yelling.. thinking nothing of it i hang out and wait for a buddy to get soem girls number. he walks up to me with a clenched fist and says "you wanna piece" so i immediately hit him in the face with a left jab, he stammers takes a few steps back and stands there expressionless and confused, i say good day and leave while his friends wonder wtf.

Some guy starts pointing and calling me a fag while we drive from the now closed bar, rolling down the window confirmed that he was infact talking to me and going off about me being a pussy and a fag. I get out walk over and one punch him and his head smacks hard on the ground lifeless. i drive away, get pulled over and let go with the officer finishing with "well just go straight home" after i tell him we were attacked by some randoms.

Leaving to follow my buddies and a few girls to another party i get separated and am looking for them. i hear someone insulting someone and when i eventually turn to wonder whos mouthing of to whom, i realise some guy and an old man are looking at me saying "yeah you, faggot" i walk over and he walks towards me talking it up and getting psyched to fight. I throw a 1,2 jab right cross and land both, prompting a turn and cover your face response. I land a few to the back of his head as the old man comes over looking angry and i turn to him after 3 or 4 right hooks to the crouching turtling mouthy kid who i am now beating against a parked truck. the old man looks angry but doesnt want to fight and tells me its enough and i agree. My friends round the corner and im like fack you just missed me beating down this mouthy guy and we walk back over bc they dont believe me. at this point hes trying to figure out what happened and i tell him to apologise and he says "im sorry" and i say apologise for calling me a fag, he says " im sorry for calling you a fag" i say "goodnight" and we leave.

At a club my friend owned me and my girl where talking quietly and some guy comes over and stands between us and looks me in the eye as he does a little bum shake dance smiling. I smile back and laugh saying to my gf "do you know this guy?" after she tells me no i realise hes just being a douch and having fun. He gets more aggresive as i appear weak and not responding, now pointing at me and her and getting really close. I stand up and say "your really pushing it with your dance here so leave us alone. He replies "fvk you" so i say "lets go outside" he pushes me tells me im an idiot, i dont know wno he knows and im gonna get it. he gets tossed out of the club bc my buddy owns it and then his friend tells me hes waiting for me. I go out and throw the ole one two, eat a few hockey style rights on the top of my head as he hold my shirt and rips it. I beat him into this vehicle which turns out to be his friend who is watching this go down. he says ive had enough after i land a few right upper cuts to his lowered head as he tried to hovckey fight me. when he stands up he has three small cuts around his brow and nose and starts to leak and swell immeditely. I explain what happened to my buddy ask for a shirt so i donw got to jail and decidde to go home as this guy is holding a shirt on his leaking face... My girlfriend looks at him and says "wheres your little dance now?!" hahahahahah aweseom. i gave her a low five and we left.

I have never started a fight, but i do throw the first punch... I have never been in the drunk tank or to jail (knocks on wood) I maintain a calm, respectful demeanor. I have a similar story " i was defending myself" and i do not look to fight or intend to fight, somtimes i feel like some idiots need someone to call their bluff, this is somthing i am overcoming and do not get bullied like i used to after putting on some mass.
 
As a side note of one of my not so successful more recent encounters...

some guy mouths off my buddy whos house were partying at, we tell him to leave and he refuses, he gets tossed and chased out of the house and runs away from the other brother whos trying to hit him while chasing him. I break it up and get the guys his hat, i tell him not to take it personally and that he lipped off the home owner and should have just left. He comes back four hours later high on cocaine ad with a friend. The friend has a 4' corwbar and the kid has a baseball bat. My younger bro is partying with me and were both on the beers and maryjane at 4am. This kid just about takes my buddies head off with a swing noone seen coming and then chases hinm in the house... me and my bro hear the ruckus and go investigate, we approach the kid and his friend with their weapons standing at a safe distance my brother spontaneously rushes the kid with the bat and i instinctively follow fearing he'd get his head beat in. My brother stops at the last second and takes a glanceing swing to the elbow, the guy turns to me who is slightly behind and swings and connects with a left hand swing to my mouth knocking me to the ground. he hits me again in the back of the head as i lay on the ground on my knees and right elbow. I run/crawl across the street away from him to avoid further hits and realise what just happened, i shake it off get up and stumble over the the kid and stare him down. He sees me leaking badly from a 7 stitch gash on the back of my head and a 5 stitch gash in my mouth on my lower lip and says "im sorry , im sorry". I reply "sorry wont fix the holes in my head", i find a spade shovel in the box of the truck the kids came in and hit him with it on the top of his head. He gets swarmed by my now crazed angry drunk friends and some knives come out and people start lunging at him with them. I screamed at people to put the fvking knives away as i feared someone was going to be killed. Girls are screaming, people are yelling out the windows of the houses. I am going to sue this kid bc i am so bitter about being the one to help him and get his hat and appologise when he was the one in the wrong. Earlier in the evening his partner in crime was still at the party until he passed out and we carried him in the house bc he was face down in the grass with his body on some stairs. I could have beat the piss out of both those guys but did not and got two bat swings bc my brother tried to be a cowboy and i acted without thinking. Dont go into a bat fight mouth first , lol. i had my arms blocking but he still clipped my face from the lefty sideswing.
 
A couple of years ago, I was coming home from work at about midnight. I just parked my car and was walking home (about 3 blocks. Yeah, I know that blows in and of itself.) Anyways, when I get to the church, these 2 "yo's" walk up to me and say something. I couldn't really hear them because I had my iPod on. MISTAKE #1: I stop and say, "What?" Because I thought they were asking me a question. So now one guy comes up and grabs me and tells me he has a gun. Now, I've had guns pulled on me before and generally, if someone DOES indeed have a gun, they show it to you. It really expedites what they're trying to accomplish. But this guy has what I suspect is his finger in his coat pocket. Mistake # 2 :In the history of the dumbest sh!t I've ever said, I say, "You'd better fvcking kill me because I'm gonna find you."
From the way he was grabbing me, I could have easily have grabbed his arm by the wrist and snapped it at the elbow, Bas Rutten style. "Bing bang Bong!" LMAO But the fact is, I didn't know what he had or didn't. So fvck it, I upped my sh!t because all of it could've been replaced and wasn't worth getting shot.
So while this is going on the other guy keeps trying to get behind me and so I was moving around trying to keep both of them in front of me and I'm getting more and more pissed w/each passing second. Finally the other guy says "Just shoot him, Jeff." Mistake #3: I take my eyes off the guy in front of me and look at the big mouth and shout "Shut the fvck up!" Well, all of a sudden, I feel a shock and a flash. I didn't know what the hell just happened. Just that I felt a shock and I didn't know if I was shot or what. For like 3 seconds, we were just standing there looking at eachother and I realized my nose was bleeding. I looked at the first guys hand and guess what I saw...brass knuckles! Guys, I can tell you that you could LITERALLY hear the tables turning and all of my fear and (some would argue) comon sense VANISHED! I made my mind up at that point that I wasn't gonna be the first guy in the 21st century to be mugged w/BRASS KNUCKLES! I say "FvCK YOU!" and the chase was on! I chased the guy that hit me for like a block and a half tackle him and I guess he hit his head becasue money was asleep. Like snoring. The other douche had vanished so I loked around and saw that nobody was around and I dragged him by his ankles into this prtoected woodland area (odd for the Bronx to have protected woodlands, but it is what it is.) I pulled him deep out of view of the street, put him in a full mount w/his arms at his side and slapped him in the face a couple of times to wake him up. He was all like "yo! what is this?" and I said some old corny crap like, "Your judgment day." HAHAHAHAHA! Then proceeded to pound him back into unconsciousness.
When I was done, I got all of my stuff back, cleaned myself off w/the snow and started back out to the street. But then I remembered that I had like a half oz of the sticky-ick on me so I went back and put it into his pocket. So I get back to the street and see an umarked police car at the red light and flagged them down. I have to say, they were AWESOME and completely changed my view of them. Anyways, the asked me if they were black(!!!) and I told them that they were either latin or caucasian. I was like, one of em is sleeping back there in the woods and they drew their guns down on me. I don't hold it against them, it was for everyone's safety.
Then he was like, "What happened to him?" and I was like, "I chased him, then he fell." After a pregnant pause, they all started laughing their asses off. When I told them he hit me with brass knuckles, the main cop was like "Who mugged you, Fonzie?" They all seemed to think that was hilarious.
So, they cuffed him and called an ambulance and when he came to, he gave up his buddy. Needless to say, his face will forever be changed because of me. Oh and when I had to go to court to testify before the grand jury, one of the charges was "possession of a leafy green substance that was, in the officer's opinion, a controlled substance pending testing!" HAHAHAHA!
 
That's great T-bone. Glad to hear it! I just wish you would've posted this sooner. Your awesomeness is second only to your valuable insight.
 
Bionic said:
A couple of years ago, I was coming home from work at about midnight. I just parked my car and was walking home (about 3 blocks. Yeah, I know that blows in and of itself.) Anyways, when I get to the church, these 2 "yo's" walk up to me and say something. I couldn't really hear them because I had my iPod on. MISTAKE #1: I stop and say, "What?" Because I thought they were asking me a question. So now one guy comes up and grabs me and tells me he has a gun. Now, I've had guns pulled on me before and generally, if someone DOES indeed have a gun, they show it to you. It really expedites what they're trying to accomplish. But this guy has what I suspect is his finger in his coat pocket. Mistake # 2 :In the history of the dumbest sh!t I've ever said, I say, "You'd better fvcking kill me because I'm gonna find you."
From the way he was grabbing me, I could have easily have grabbed his arm by the wrist and snapped it at the elbow, Bas Rutten style. "Bing bang Bong!" LMAO But the fact is, I didn't know what he had or didn't. So fvck it, I upped my sh!t because all of it could've been replaced and wasn't worth getting shot.
So while this is going on the other guy keeps trying to get behind me and so I was moving around trying to keep both of them in front of me and I'm getting more and more pissed w/each passing second. Finally the other guy says "Just shoot him, Jeff." Mistake #3: I take my eyes off the guy in front of me and look at the big mouth and shout "Shut the fvck up!" Well, all of a sudden, I feel a shock and a flash. I didn't know what the hell just happened. Just that I felt a shock and I didn't know if I was shot or what. For like 3 seconds, we were just standing there looking at eachother and I realized my nose was bleeding. I looked at the first guys hand and guess what I saw...brass knuckles! Guys, I can tell you that you could LITERALLY hear the tables turning and all of my fear and (some would argue) comon sense VANISHED! I made my mind up at that point that I wasn't gonna be the first guy in the 21st century to be mugged w/BRASS KNUCKLES! I say "FvCK YOU!" and the chase was on! I chased the guy that hit me for like a block and a half tackle him and I guess he hit his head becasue money was asleep. Like snoring. The other douche had vanished so I loked around and saw that nobody was around and I dragged him by his ankles into this prtoected woodland area (odd for the Bronx to have protected woodlands, but it is what it is.) I pulled him deep out of view of the street, put him in a full mount w/his arms at his side and slapped him in the face a couple of times to wake him up. He was all like "yo! what is this?" and I said some old corny crap like, "Your judgment day." HAHAHAHAHA! Then proceeded to pound him back into unconsciousness.
When I was done, I got all of my stuff back, cleaned myself off w/the snow and started back out to the street. But then I remembered that I had like a half oz of the sticky-ick on me so I went back and put it into his pocket. So I get back to the street and see an umarked police car at the red light and flagged them down. I have to say, they were AWESOME and completely changed my view of them. Anyways, the asked me if they were black(!!!) and I told them that they were either latin or caucasian. I was like, one of em is sleeping back there in the woods and they drew their guns down on me. I don't hold it against them, it was for everyone's safety.
Then he was like, "What happened to him?" and I was like, "I chased him, then he fell." After a pregnant pause, they all started laughing their asses off. When I told them he hit me with brass knuckles, the main cop was like "Who mugged you, Fonzie?" They all seemed to think that was hilarious.
So, they cuffed him and called an ambulance and when he came to, he gave up his buddy. Needless to say, his face will forever be changed because of me. Oh and when I had to go to court to testify before the grand jury, one of the charges was "possession of a leafy green substance that was, in the officer's opinion, a controlled substance pending testing!" HAHAHAHA!
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lol i laughed pretty hard at this one =)
 
Been in enough to know that getting into a bunch of fights wins you no prizes in life unless you're doing it as a profession. If you're conintually getting into fights and are over 18 and not getting paid, you may want to rethink your life choices lol
 
Plus if your an adult (especially) and just beat the sh!t out of someone without a damn good reason you've got a wonderful chance of going to court on assault charges
 
The Flash said:
yea i know what mean =(, fighting is part of growing up though lol, but i can see that maybe 21+ is too much =p
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I'd say more like 14, but whatever.

Chicks dig guys with big muscles, brain damage, scarred faces and no teeth.
 
somewhatgifted said:
Some guy grabs me i instincitvely push him, we both go down a set of concrete stairs liquored and my shirt over my head. I get up beat down buddy whos still rocked and drop him twice with one punches and then hit two of his friends. cops come as im beating and pushing back two scared guys, cops let me go... the next day with incredible swelling i get an MRI and have a hairline skull fracture on my left temple.

Beat this cocky indian dude who tried to fight my friend then me as the cops came, i had alraeedy landed approx 5-6 off balabce punches to his 0 punches. i hit him with a solid right hand and he goes running bent over trying to get his feet back under him... He runs bent over approx 10 steps and smashes his face into the approaching not yet stopped cop van. The van takes a hefty dent i seen the next day and the door would not open. I got three stitches in my right middle finger later that night in emergency.

Four guys crossing a street stop in the road and mock me, i yell out the window "get teh fvk out the fvking way" they mouth off, i get out, tell the lead guy hes a retard and could be killed standing on the road in winter, he lips off as i walk away. so i turn threaten him with a shot to the mouth and he says "go fo it" so i throw a right stright from the hip to his face ko'ing him and he immediately jerks and snores outloud as his buddy attak me from the side, and the other two run away. I beat down buddy with a succession of right hooks around his arms that are attempting to defend and a few stright lefts. He falls down screams, talks nonsense and runs away when i let up. the other guy is still snoring and shaking as some scared girl holds his head, i tell them thats what happens when your a retard and tell them to put him in the recovery position and get back in my van thats running in the middle of downtown in the middle of the road. I drive down side streets in a big white cube van that i was djing with earlier, avoiding arrest in a very obvious vehicle.

Some guy three blocks away at the time comes storming down the street yelling.. thinking nothing of it i hang out and wait for a buddy to get soem girls number. he walks up to me with a clenched fist and says "you wanna piece" so i immediately hit him in the face with a left jab, he stammers takes a few steps back and stands there expressionless and confused, i say good day and leave while his friends wonder wtf.

Some guy starts pointing and calling me a fag while we drive from the now closed bar, rolling down the window confirmed that he was infact talking to me and going off about me being a pussy and a fag. I get out walk over and one punch him and his head smacks hard on the ground lifeless. i drive away, get pulled over and let go with the officer finishing with "well just go straight home" after i tell him we were attacked by some randoms.

Leaving to follow my buddies and a few girls to another party i get separated and am looking for them. i hear someone insulting someone and when i eventually turn to wonder whos mouthing of to whom, i realise some guy and an old man are looking at me saying "yeah you, faggot" i walk over and he walks towards me talking it up and getting psyched to fight. I throw a 1,2 jab right cross and land both, prompting a turn and cover your face response. I land a few to the back of his head as the old man comes over looking angry and i turn to him after 3 or 4 right hooks to the crouching turtling mouthy kid who i am now beating against a parked truck. the old man looks angry but doesnt want to fight and tells me its enough and i agree. My friends round the corner and im like fack you just missed me beating down this mouthy guy and we walk back over bc they dont believe me. at this point hes trying to figure out what happened and i tell him to apologise and he says "im sorry" and i say apologise for calling me a fag, he says " im sorry for calling you a fag" i say "goodnight" and we leave.

At a club my friend owned me and my girl where talking quietly and some guy comes over and stands between us and looks me in the eye as he does a little bum shake dance smiling. I smile back and laugh saying to my gf "do you know this guy?" after she tells me no i realise hes just being a douch and having fun. He gets more aggresive as i appear weak and not responding, now pointing at me and her and getting really close. I stand up and say "your really pushing it with your dance here so leave us alone. He replies "fvk you" so i say "lets go outside" he pushes me tells me im an idiot, i dont know wno he knows and im gonna get it. he gets tossed out of the club bc my buddy owns it and then his friend tells me hes waiting for me. I go out and throw the ole one two, eat a few hockey style rights on the top of my head as he hold my shirt and rips it. I beat him into this vehicle which turns out to be his friend who is watching this go down. he says ive had enough after i land a few right upper cuts to his lowered head as he tried to hovckey fight me. when he stands up he has three small cuts around his brow and nose and starts to leak and swell immeditely. I explain what happened to my buddy ask for a shirt so i donw got to jail and decidde to go home as this guy is holding a shirt on his leaking face... My girlfriend looks at him and says "wheres your little dance now?!" hahahahahah aweseom. i gave her a low five and we left.

I have never started a fight, but i do throw the first punch... I have never been in the drunk tank or to jail (knocks on wood) I maintain a calm, respectful demeanor. I have a similar story " i was defending myself" and i do not look to fight or intend to fight, somtimes i feel like some idiots need someone to call their bluff, this is somthing i am overcoming and do not get bullied like i used to after putting on some mass.
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Marlon Sims, is that you? Just kidding bro. It doesn't take much for you to swing on somebody. Takes quite a bit for me. That said, some people just need an ass whooping. Sounds like you've run into some glass jaws, or maybe I should just call you Mickey(B. Pitt's character in Snatch).
 
Huzzah! Great stories guys.
 
The Flash said:
Well since this is a bb forum most of you guys are pretty huge so lets here some of your hardass stories of f'in up some people with all your testosterone amping you up.

Mine was, this dude came up to me and asked me if i was talking about his friend behind his back and i was like no? and hes like your liein, and i was like ok pussy, and he put his fists up and i just knocked him out cold, and got arrested afterwards. Wasnt worth it i wanted to get some more hits in, still on probation for it =( was 3 months ago lmao.

Lets here them stories!
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You wanted to get more hits in on an unconscious guy that you basically fought over nothing?:type:
 
Jayhawkk said:
Been in enough to know that getting into a bunch of fights wins you no prizes in life unless you're doing it as a profession. If you're conintually getting into fights and are over 18 and not getting paid, you may want to rethink your life choices lol
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I am willing to bet that there is good to come from a streetfight. I have no way to prove this but can think of plenty of lives changed and lessons learned on the cold concrete of alcohol abuse and sexual frustration. I am also assuming paid fighters have had their times when they decided they werent taking crap bc they dont deserve or have to, aside from ending a drunk ride on pride. I did not list the countless times that i walked away, said sorry when i wasnt wrong or stopped someone from a beating.


I have not fought in years, i have learned my lessons, and do not want to hurt people serioulsy, be charged or set a bad example for my son. Instead i play rugby, football and judo and that gets any aggression channeled in a positive way.
 
Alexander said:
Marlon Sims, is that you? Just kidding bro. It doesn't take much for you to swing on somebody. Takes quite a bit for me. That said, some people just need an ass whooping. Sounds like you've run into some glass jaws, or maybe I should just call you Mickey(B. Pitt's character in Snatch).
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I consider myself a great judge of character, my job is reading, helping and understanding some people with challeging disabilities. I have great behavioural interpretation and can usually see a problem coming so i leave or avoid it. I have a great frame for punching, dan henderson came to town and hit this punching machine i hold the record for and wasnt really close, its not the be all end all to fighting. I learned to throw a jab at 17 and it has set up many hard rights after i was ko'ed by a sucker punch i refuse to be anyones punching bag and end it quickly. I dont like talking to someone with a fist in my face or yelling at me. My fight or flight instincts are strong but i just smile and have fun and i now rarely have problems.
 
somewhatgifted said:
I have a great frame for punching, dan henderson came to town and hit this punching machine i hold the record for and wasnt really close, its not the be all end all to fighting.
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I'm sorry, I despise these ridiculous 'punching strength test games', so I am going to use your case as an example. I am tired of people thinking these are accurate measures of force and velocity, so hopefully a few others notice this as well.

Those bags do not contain psiG, or pound-force per square inch gauge. Well, now you might ask, "If they aren't measuring pounds per square inch Mullet, than what are they measuring?". Great question SWG, and here's the answer:

These ridiculous machines which perpetually convince scrawny Arcade-Rats and amped up bar stars that they are forceful, actually measure nothing more than the amount of times a certain object crosses an electromagnetic field! That's right, these machines have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with strength. Eegadz, they sure duped you big guy!

"So Mullet, what are these 'electromagnetic sensors', and what do they do?"

Another fant-as-mi-diddly-doodly-tastic question SWG! Come with me on a journey, and read the answer below!:

The most commonly used devices in these machines are what are known as 'proximity sensors', SWG. These little buggers measure the flow between an electrode emitting a capacitative field, and a target, giving readouts in appropriate engineering units. What is actually displayed on the screen is actually an arbitrary representation of this measure of Hz. See, these proximity sensors measure the amount of times said object crosses this electromagnetic plane, without ever coming into contact with them. Neato, huh?

"Golly Mullet, I do sure feel pretty darn foolish"

Aww, it's okay little SWG, these machines have duped plenty o' fellow! Worry not, and stay tuned for next week's lesson on Wave-Particle Theory!
 
Fvck telling stories, I tape my sh*t. I'm the fella in the white shorts:twisted: This guy told me he didn't like my beard, and I was like I aint taking that homie.

 
The Flash said:
aww... lol, lil t bone hasn't been in a fight yet =p?
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He's only been in one recently where he woke up in the woods with cops around him & 1/2 oz of sticky icky in his pocket, which coincidently he doesn't remember where he got it :D

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Mulletsoldier said:
I'm sorry, I despise these ridiculous 'punching strength test games', so I am going to use your case as an example. I am tired of people thinking these are accurate measures of force and velocity, so hopefully a few others notice this as well.

Those bags do not contain psiG, or pound-force per square inch gauge. Well, now you might ask, "If they aren't measuring pounds per square inch Mullet, than what are they measuring?". Great question SWG, and here's the answer:

These ridiculous machines which perpetually convince scrawny Arcade-Rats and amped up bar stars that they are forceful, actually measure nothing more than the amount of times a certain object crosses an electromagnetic field! That's right, these machines have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with strength. Eegadz, they sure duped you big guy!

"So Mullet, what are these 'electromagnetic sensors', and what do they do?"

Another fant-as-mi-diddly-doodly-tastic question SWG! Come with me on a journey, and read the answer below!:

The most commonly used devices in these machines are what are known as 'proximity sensors', SWG. These little buggers measure the flow between an electrode emitting a capacitative field, and a target, giving readouts in appropriate engineering units. What is actually displayed on the screen is actually an arbitrary representation of this measure of Hz. See, these proximity sensors measure the amount of times said object crosses this electromagnetic plane, without ever coming into contact with them. Neato, huh?

"Golly Mullet, I do sure feel pretty darn foolish"

Aww, it's okay little SWG, these machines have duped plenty o' fellow! Worry not, and stay tuned for next week's lesson on Wave-Particle Theory!
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I do not feel foolish rather annoyed by your tone of thinking you are smarter than i, evidently you articulate yourself well, but lack class in addressing concerns you need not be concerned with. Ive got the tools to do whatever i so please and if that means punching clowns weighted with water harder than you or anyone, then thats what ill do. I am not scrawny and not an arcade rat, people always hate on me, i really have to try hard to not have another great story about beating someone down for being a condescending douche bag, who talks trash for no apparent good reason ,other than their own version of the world and the insecurities they have accumulated. I do not need to be accountable to you, and i tell it like it is. You can postulate all day about how your better but tell it to someone who can benefit from it. If you can read books all day and learn nothing from this world other than facts, mathematics and schematics, i truly mourn your ignorance. If you want to help then help, if you want to teach then teach, but please don't insist to me your doing me a service by extending you social issues to me in my attempt to have a healthy conversation. Another brick on the wall eh?
 
somewhatgifted said:
I do not feel foolish rather annoyed by your tone of thinking you are smarter than i, evidently you articulate yourself well, but lack class in addressing concerns you need not be concerned with. Ive got the tools to do whatever i so please and if that means punching clowns weighted with water harder than you or anyone, then thats what ill do. I am not scrawny and not an arcade rat, people always hate on me, i really have to try hard to not have another great story about beating someone down for being a condescending douche bag, who talks trash for no apparent good reason ,other than their own version of the world and the insecurities they have accumulated. I do not need to be accountable to you, and i tell it like it is. You can postulate all day about how your better but tell it to someone who can benefit from it. If you can read books all day and learn nothing from this world other than facts, mathematics and schematics, i truly mourn your ignorance. If you want to help then help, if you want to teach then teach, but please don't insist to me your doing me a service by extending you social issues to me in my attempt to have a healthy conversation. Another brick on the wall eh?
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Are you done? 90% of that post was pretty useless dribble.

You implied that you punched harder than Dan Henderson, a pretty ridiculous notion. I don't feel I'm better than you, I just showed you why you were mistaken in a humorous manner. You're mad, because I made you look like a fool, and rightfully so.

Not only are you comparing 'dinks' on an online forum, but you tried to insinuate that you strike harder than a trained professional.
 
Mulletsoldier said:
Are you done? 90% of that post was pretty useless dribble.

You implied that you punched harder than Dan Henderson, a pretty ridiculous notion. I don't feel I'm better than you, I just showed you why you were mistaken in a humorous manner. You're mad, because I made you look like a fool, and rightfully so.

Not only are you comparing 'dinks' on an online forum, but you tried to insinuate that you strike harder than a trained professional.
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You guys should duke it out lol, getting pretty intense =p
 
UFS 08

Do you have people on the forum that annoy you? Speak down to you? Generally get up to all kinds of douchebaggery and nonsense?

Well then do we have a deal for you!!!

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First up

Snarky postulating moral I'm better than you guy VS Tough fairground type punch bag I hit hard har har guy

Let's get ready to rummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmblllle!

:toofunny:
 
This happened around High school 5x200lb+ samonan guys beating on 130lb me and take my cigs and cash. Went to a friends house, friends pussed out on me, gave them the bird stole his baseball bat. Waited for the sun to go down a bit, walked up on um and got my Barry Bonds on but, still got f'd up and still sent 3 to hospital . Got locked up on Friday had to wait till Monday to get out. Paybacks a *****..
 
This thread is a magnet for idiots.......here I am! I don't believe most of this sh*t, mainly because I'm not completely retarded, but that last one takes the cake.
 
Mulletsoldier said:
Are you done? 90% of that post was pretty useless dribble.

You implied that you punched harder than Dan Henderson, a pretty ridiculous notion. I don't feel I'm better than you, I just showed you why you were mistaken in a humorous manner. You're mad, because I made you look like a fool, and rightfully so.

Not only are you comparing 'dinks' on an online forum, but you tried to insinuate that you strike harder than a trained professional.
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i clearly stated that "its not the be all end all to fighting" and was merely remarking on a small mostly meaningless measure of punching. You insist on villifying an actual occurence that is another random true cool story in accordance with the one punch conversation. Im not bragging but think its cool to have beaten a regaurded individual clearly leaugues away from my semblance of skill. If i played poker and beat any "name" id be telling people about it, whats the harm here man? buddy ive been posting on here for years and have never been a punk or juvenile deliquent. I dont see why you have to single me out in my petty attempt to be entertaining with factual occurences of my life. I think you are a great writer and possibly misconstrew my intentions in telling great fight stories and ending with a story where i get seriously injured for my attitude. Comparing 'dinks' entails a comparision of pre determined genetic endowments, no skill or affecting factors are present. In this case i 'rolled the dice' and won, big deal if i didnt fight the guy, i never will and the oucome is so obvious that for you to impose it is even more rediculous. I never said i hit harder than dan henderson, i said i hold the record on a machine dan hit. Keep in mind if your last post to me wasnt meant to be attacking than why start with "im sorry"? Im sorry for offending you, i will edit my post if you will be accepting of my ignorance.
 
Mulletsoldier said:
Are you done? 90% of that post was pretty useless dribble.

You implied that you punched harder than Dan Henderson, a pretty ridiculous notion. I don't feel I'm better than you, I just showed you why you were mistaken in a humorous manner. You're mad, because I made you look like a fool, and rightfully so.

Not only are you comparing 'dinks' on an online forum, but you tried to insinuate that you strike harder than a trained professional.
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Why is it so hard to believe an "average" member of society with no professional training could punch harder than a professional? Game or not, its possible so dont act like its so far fetched.
 
Alexander said:
You wanted to get more hits in on an unconscious guy that you basically fought over nothing?:type:
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yea, but this kid was a punk, thought he was the sh!t and could beat anyones ass... the way i see it was he had it coming anyway, im not as violent as somewhatgifted =p.
 
im a pretty aggressive guy by nature so this is often picked up by people and i tend to get into a fair share of altercations. Ive been fighting all my life really and im sick of it honestly but something always happens. Im not gonna share a particular incident as there are many and i dont feel like telling stories. Ive actually learned to control myself more and try to make my switch harder to flip but i still have my occasions where i might feel disrespect or challenging from another male. Honestly respect is mutual, some guys i never have problems with because they dont want a problem or are just respectful, those guys i never have problems because its a mutual respect. Its all about respect and the minute someone acts or shows otherwise, thats when the problem begins.
I usually get into it with guys that are bigger than me anyway so i dont feel so bad....i let the little guys talk alot more. When you grow up where ive grown up scrapping is a way of life really. Freakin violent hawaiians man lol...
 
pistonpump said:
im a pretty aggressive guy by nature so this is often picked up by people and i tend to get into a fair share of altercations. Ive been fighting all my life really and im sick of it honestly but something always happens. Im not gonna share a particular incident as there are many and i dont feel like telling stories. Ive actually learned to control myself more and try to make my switch harder to flip but i still have my occasions where i might feel disrespect or challenging from another male. Honestly respect is mutual, some guys i never have problems with because they dont want a problem or are just respectful, those guys i never have problems because its a mutual respect. Its all about respect and the minute someone acts or shows otherwise, thats when the problem begins.
I usually get into it with guys that are bigger than me anyway so i dont feel so bad....i let the little guys talk alot more. When you grow up where ive grown up scrapping is a way of life really. Freakin violent hawaiians man lol...
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lol, cmon one story? not that much to ask for =p im sure it will be good.
 
One time I hit Chuck Norris right in the forehead and my arm fell off. Afterwards I told him i was sorry and he put it back on for me good as new!
 
The Flash said:
yea, but this kid was a punk, thought he was the sh!t and could beat anyones ass... the way i see it was he had it coming anyway, im not as violent as somewhatgifted =p.
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Who gives a sh*t if he thought he was a badass, beating people while they're sleeping isn't cool, seriously.
 
I must admit I have been in a few fights but I'm no great brawler. I honestly prefer peace and love. I think projecting what you want through your 'aura' or whatever you want to call it works for you, not always but mostly.

I think the fact that I haven't gotten into any trouble lately is because I project one of two things

1. Peace and love ie. let me help you and make this world a better place

2. If you look deep into my eyes you will see that below the surface is someone / something that, if you open it up, I'll stab you in the face with a bic pen and eat your heart all the while waiting for the cops to come and tear me from your lifeless corpse drenched in your blood.

Now I don't revel in the rage and prefer not to let it consume me, so I prefer to be happy and peaceful. Woe to the next person who unleashes the beast, seriously :( I have many years of catching up pent up stuff to let go of.

I must admit there are two things that make me lose any fear of personal harm and that I have to take action against:

1. Someone weak who is being taken advantage of - i.e. injustice

2. I have nothing to lose except my wife who is the love of my life, any harm or any threat she may feel and people will start going missing. No Joke. I would end the world and everyone in it for her! You may look but that's all.

So with that said let's all get along :)

Much Love,

Neoborn
 
The Flash said:
lol someone wants to be just like kimbo eh?
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Uh no, it was a joke to show how ridiculous telling stories on the net about kicking ass is. It's interesting to me to see how pathetic people are I guess. I'm sure some of the stories are true, but most aren't.
 
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