Rules to the fight
Rules to the fight
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Fight Rules
1. Always start fights with people smaller and weaker then yourself. Little kids, elderly nuns the Amish etc.
2. When hitting below the belt avoid the buckle.
3. If you star losing, drop to the floor, curl up in the fetal position and cry like a little girl.
4. The harder you kickem when they are down the less likely they are to get up.
5. They cant dodge the blow if they dont know its coming.
6. Running away may be an act of cowardice, but its far less painful then a black eye.
7. If opponent says youll be sorry when my big brother gets here take him (or her) at there word, beat the snot out of them and run away
8. Excuse me, but your shoe is untied.
9. Oh my God Look, its Elvis!
10. He went that away
Sorry I just couldn't help myself.
Z
1. Always start fights with people smaller and weaker then yourself. Little kids, elderly nuns the Amish etc.
2. When hitting below the belt avoid the buckle.
3. If you star losing, drop to the floor, curl up in the fetal position and cry like a little girl.
4. The harder you kickem when they are down the less likely they are to get up.
5. They cant dodge the blow if they dont know its coming.
6. Running away may be an act of cowardice, but its far less painful then a black eye.
7. If opponent says youll be sorry when my big brother gets here take him (or her) at there word, beat the snot out of them and run away
8. Excuse me, but your shoe is untied.
9. Oh my God Look, its Elvis!
10. He went that away
Sorry I just couldn't help myself.
Z
crisispoint
Registrant
First rule of fighting:
There are no rules.
Second rule of fighting:
Win!
Third rule of fighting:
Fighting dirty is not only acceptable, but MANDATORY if you're going to outlast your opponent.
Fourth rule of fighting:
Your opponent should be helped whenever possible to his goal, like the wall behind you or the floor.
Fifth rule of fighting:
If the opponent is without honor, he is contemptable and worthy of not only defeat, but humiliation.
I used to believe in fighting fair. Now I believe in a kick to the balls is a solution to EVERY fight worth winning.
Scot
There are no rules.
Second rule of fighting:
Win!
Third rule of fighting:
Fighting dirty is not only acceptable, but MANDATORY if you're going to outlast your opponent.
Fourth rule of fighting:
Your opponent should be helped whenever possible to his goal, like the wall behind you or the floor.
Fifth rule of fighting:
If the opponent is without honor, he is contemptable and worthy of not only defeat, but humiliation.
I used to believe in fighting fair. Now I believe in a kick to the balls is a solution to EVERY fight worth winning.
Scot
I wasn't strictly talking about physical fights. I haven't thrown a punch in 20 years. I was referencing ALL fights.
MrDon
Registrant
Ah, I remember when I worked on farms raising pigs. (and you all may get a laugh out of this one) I would work with the ones that were around 250 lbs and well it tends to bulk you up a little as well as learn how to deal with a charging 250 lb pig.
Anyway, I had one guy that kept picking on me and wanted to fight me. I'm not a fighter because when I start swinging, I am usually out of control so I just don't fight. Anyway, this guy kept pushing me and pushing me. Finally I looked at him and said, how much do you weigh? He said around 175 I think it was. He wondered why I asked him that question and I said well, I used to handling 250 lb pigs. If you aren't 250 lbs, than I would suggest that you leave me alone and start moving the other direction. I've never seen a bully back down so fast.
Of course I don't know if I could have taken him or not, but sometimes I tend talk stronger and louder than I am. If someone calls my bluff, than I am in a mess but usually I can BS my way enough to make people back down.
Anyway, hope you all got a chuckle out of it..
Don
Anyway, I had one guy that kept picking on me and wanted to fight me. I'm not a fighter because when I start swinging, I am usually out of control so I just don't fight. Anyway, this guy kept pushing me and pushing me. Finally I looked at him and said, how much do you weigh? He said around 175 I think it was. He wondered why I asked him that question and I said well, I used to handling 250 lb pigs. If you aren't 250 lbs, than I would suggest that you leave me alone and start moving the other direction. I've never seen a bully back down so fast.
Of course I don't know if I could have taken him or not, but sometimes I tend talk stronger and louder than I am. If someone calls my bluff, than I am in a mess but usually I can BS my way enough to make people back down.
Anyway, hope you all got a chuckle out of it..
Don
James_dup1
Registrant
Don,
I wonder what kind of picture ran through his head when you told him about how heavey they pigs you deal with weight. LOL Good going. LOL
. If not for my BS I would have been beaten bloody more than once. My mouth overloads my behind all the time. LOL
James
I wonder what kind of picture ran through his head when you told him about how heavey they pigs you deal with weight. LOL Good going. LOL
Hey this is an art form if you ask me. There should be an event at the Olimpic's
. If not for my BS I would have been beaten bloody more than once. My mouth overloads my behind all the time. LOLJames
What were those rules of 'Fight club'?
I read this somewhere:
Before you criticize another, walk a mile in their shoes. Then, if it comes to fight, you are a mile away and have their shoes!
That is my idea of fight. Either that or kick their ass to the point of brain damage so they can't pick you out of a lineup.
Wow, I've changed.
leosha
I read this somewhere:
Before you criticize another, walk a mile in their shoes. Then, if it comes to fight, you are a mile away and have their shoes!
That is my idea of fight. Either that or kick their ass to the point of brain damage so they can't pick you out of a lineup.
Wow, I've changed.
leosha
250lb pigs, I love it. Still lol'ing all over the place.
The fight that never was:
Now, I'm not a big guy, by football linemen standards, and those are the guys that I could have been up against.
It's funny, you can say the darndest things when you think that you're right.
My finacee and I were taking a short walk around the grounds of her new apartment, after we had had a wonderful, private engagement dinner. I had taken off my dinner jacket...yes we were being somewhat formal with each other... but Ranata looked just as good as always in some knock out dress. Anyway, right in the middle of our walk, the manager, as I later found out who she was, came sauntering up to us with two of the hugest goons I had ever seen, asking us what the hell we thought we were doing, walking on private property.
Can you imagine that she used such language, not even knowing who we were? I mean, I was 25 and Ranata was 23, we were not teenagers, carrying bottles and making a nuisance of ourselves.
Well, she triggered something in me I haven't seen too much of since, but I came out with,
"Listen sweetheart, this is my fiancee and she lives here and we've just had a beautiful engagement dinner and you're not going to ruin it by coming out here like some kind of Gestapo chief. I want the owner's name and number, NOW."
Of course, when I used the word, "sweetheart," I cranked in as much sarcasm as I could muster. You wouldn't have believed how quickly those two goons...I swear to God they were both over 300lbs...pulled her away and back on her heels. By this time, we could smell the beer on her breath...she definitely had had too much to drink. I think one of the guys said something like, "have a nice night, sorry to have bothered you."
I still can't believe that I cast care to the wind like that. I think that Ranata thought that she was getting the right man. Silly girl, I think that she still thinks so.
David
The fight that never was:
Now, I'm not a big guy, by football linemen standards, and those are the guys that I could have been up against.
It's funny, you can say the darndest things when you think that you're right.
My finacee and I were taking a short walk around the grounds of her new apartment, after we had had a wonderful, private engagement dinner. I had taken off my dinner jacket...yes we were being somewhat formal with each other... but Ranata looked just as good as always in some knock out dress. Anyway, right in the middle of our walk, the manager, as I later found out who she was, came sauntering up to us with two of the hugest goons I had ever seen, asking us what the hell we thought we were doing, walking on private property.
Can you imagine that she used such language, not even knowing who we were? I mean, I was 25 and Ranata was 23, we were not teenagers, carrying bottles and making a nuisance of ourselves.
Well, she triggered something in me I haven't seen too much of since, but I came out with,
"Listen sweetheart, this is my fiancee and she lives here and we've just had a beautiful engagement dinner and you're not going to ruin it by coming out here like some kind of Gestapo chief. I want the owner's name and number, NOW."
Of course, when I used the word, "sweetheart," I cranked in as much sarcasm as I could muster. You wouldn't have believed how quickly those two goons...I swear to God they were both over 300lbs...pulled her away and back on her heels. By this time, we could smell the beer on her breath...she definitely had had too much to drink. I think one of the guys said something like, "have a nice night, sorry to have bothered you."
I still can't believe that I cast care to the wind like that. I think that Ranata thought that she was getting the right man. Silly girl, I think that she still thinks so.
David