Let's get a street fight thread going on you crazy fucks.
Post your stories, idc if they are made up.
Last night, got suckerpunched, hip throw to knee on belly to beatdown. feels good man.
Printable View
Let's get a street fight thread going on you crazy fucks.
Post your stories, idc if they are made up.
Last night, got suckerpunched, hip throw to knee on belly to beatdown. feels good man.
im 8-0 in the streets
About 10 years ago my father, my buddy and I went to whoop some disrespectful dudes ass one night. I had a chain, my boy had a belt and my dad had .38 snubby. The dude abruptly apologized for his remarks. Pretty anti climactic. Oh and I fought my dad a couple times in the house and the front yard. That series landed us in front of states attorney. Lot of brawls in restaurant parking lots, night clubs and fights at stop lights. Those are fun. One brawl that fizzled out had a future UFC fighter, its a shame with that one it would have been a blast there were 30 of us. Good times. Those days were fun. Nothing recently though.
Been in my fair share of scraps.Not so much anymore now that I'm a grown ass man, and since most people around here are scared to take a ass whoopin nowadays and would rather just shot.Try to make this short.The best fight story I got is prob in 2006 when a guy ran into my car in a tacobell parking lot after I told him he could go to the next window. So I knock him out in the driver seat and while his foot is still on the gas and when I reverse he ends up running over the order mic and hits the building.
I've beat up a guy or two.
I was a bounty hunter for four years. I got in alot of scraps lol
One night at an all gangs meeting, the leader of the Riffs, Cyrus, makes a speech and creates a plan to unite all the gangs of the city. One gang strong enough to overpower the police. But suddenly he is shot and a gang called The Warriors are framed by Luther, leader of the Rogues. Now they have to return to Coney Island, escaping from 20,000 policemen and 100,000 sworn enemies.
Before I ever trained MMA or BJJ I was 18 and in Spain for the summer with 2 friends. After a pub-crawl we decided to get some Pizza. We went into the Pizza place and were trying to decide what we wanted, when an angry local told us the place was closed. We looked around and concluded it was not. We continued to order and the local came back, said it was closed again punched my friend in the head and pushed him out into the street. Me and my other friend followed to stop the confrontation. When the two were separated, my friend was rightly fuming. He drunkenly exclaimed that the local hit like a bitch and we could take him. I agreed that the 3 of us could take this one person, but I also realized that the pizza place full of more locals would likely join and not on our side. While we were having this conversation the local who punched my friend in the head threw a bottle at us and it hit our other friend cutting his head. This was the end of the negotiation. The fight was 3 vs 5 but we won with minimal injuries. I slammed a guys head into a brick wall and kicked someone else on the ground. Thats about all I remember from the actual fight. I didnt understand until my first amateur MMA fight why my memory of the event was so hazy. Adrenaline is a weird and powerful drug.
Dont eat pizza in spain.
Spaniards cant fight...
adrenaline is the best drug
Why would u wanna hear made up stories ?
I posted this a while back so i am just going to copy and paste the story; please forgive me if the story is written in a slightly different context from the topic of this thread but it's still fairly relevant. I promise this is true by the way although I don't forsee anyone questioning it's authenticity after they read it.
I was a freshman in college and surprise, surprise, shit faced. A few days prior to this incident I fucked this girl who lived in the apartment below mine who could only be described as, and I mean this in the most polite and respectful way possible, a raging slut. It was a Friday night and a ton of the people who lived in the nearby apartments were hanging out in this grassy area, we'll just call it the grassy knoll for entertainment purposes, between the student apartment buildings. One of these delightful young adults was an openly and flamboyantly gay young man who took a lot of pleasure in announcing to everyone who was in ear shot that I was plowing this notoriously slutty six with nice boobs named Trista. Mind you there were tons of way hotter girls around than her and this dick head was totally blowing my chances with any of them who didn't already have herpes. Being young, stupid, immature, embarrassed, sloshed, and probably a tad bit homophobic I approached this fellow calling him every derogatory name in the book in a childish attempt to save face. At this point our antics had drawn quite a crowd. Not wishing to be further humiliated in front of my peers and potential human fleshlights I opened the physical portion of this confrotation with my go-to move at the time, the two handed chest shove. He responded in turn sending me flying several feet backwards due to the fact that I weighed around 150 at the time while this gentlemen was probably well north of 200 lbs and a few inches taller than me. The size difference mattered little to me at the time for I was under the assumption that my pention for pussy alone was enough to overcome anything a 220 lb homosexual could bring to the table. With a head full of whisky and right hand backed up by 18 years of societal programming assuring me that gays were sissys and fights always end quickly and in favor for the heterosexual with his haymakers I planted my feet and uncorked the biggest right hand my retarded being could muster. To my sheer unadulterated horror my punch landed on nothing but palpable waves of existential terror and broken dreams. *The gay guy then bear hugged me, and wrestled me to the ground. Thankfully, for my sake, he decided to forgo the raping in favor of sissy punches to the back of my head. *My friends quickly pulled him off of me before he had a chance to kick my head in or reconsider forcefully penetrating me. At that moment I'm not sure which would have been worse or more humiliating. To be honest I would have probably welcomed my skull being cracked just to put me out of the soul crushing misery that immediately washed over me the second that my big haymaker landed on nothing but air and the roaring laughter of people who I had only recently met and wished desperately to impress. I was so bummed out after this incident that I scarcely came out of my room for the rest of the semester; after which I dropped out (for more reasons than this but this certainly didn't help). That incident taught me a few very hard lessons. Don't pick fights with people, always be nice, don't bang sluts unless you can handle the consequences, and never put yourself into a situation where you're relying on skills you're only under the assumption that you have.
Hey WARRIORS come out and play....Quote:
Originally Posted by Jeremy Gould
Back when I was a JTAC in the United States Air Force Tactical Air Control Party, I left my country and family to enter the World Warrior tournament to avenge the death of my friend Charlie, who was killed by M. Bison, the tournament's sponsor. In the end, I defeated Bison, but was dissuaded from killing him by my wife and daughter.
http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images...y1950sle7.jpg/
Except for warriors and street fighter lol
Most of my fights end by Shoryuken.
Most of his fights end by Sonic Boom. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by David Stager
I wish I had Muay-Thai like Sagat....and was like 6-11 or something. I guess if Stevan Struve works on his standup for about 20 years non stop, gets a solid tan, puts on 60 pounds of muscle, and then has Lyoto Machida put on a massive scar on his chest with an uppercut, we could have someone who would resemble Sagat in the UFC.
Fought my dad once, but I was mad and looking for him. I think it was Gatlinburg in mid-July I had just hit town and my throat was dry, so I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew... Well, I stepped into an old saloon and found him dealing stud poker. I only recognized him from a scar on his cheek and his evil eye. Well, I punched him between the eyes and I busted a chair across his teeth after he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. We crashed through a wall in into the street, kicking and gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. It ended well, I came away with a different point of view, but I still hate the name he gave me.
For those who don't know. Not all street fights have to take place in an actual street. Master Ken explains...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqTY9...ure=plpp_video
You win!Quote:
Originally Posted by Mark Hax
I had a guy shoot a double at me when working as a bouncer once. He signaled it so much, I didn't bother to sprawl, I just sidestepped and he knocked himself out by shooting straight into the wall behind me. :) Funniest thing I've ever seen! Well.. he wasn't out-out, but too dazed to stand after he hit his head.. And very drunk. So I politely helped him outside, and got him a cab. The reason I was asking him to leave in the first place was because he was just too drunk. :) I guess he saw a small 155 doorman, and thought; "I'm not leaving, I'm gonna UFC him, and after I've beat him into a coma by UFC from the "on top position", no one will know and I can wander around shitfaced in the club for as long as I want"
(Just trying to reconstruct what he must have been thinking) :p
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEyCA0H6uIA
This started off when this kid was annoying me and my friends just told me to slap box him. After he went down, i was like fuck it, this guy pissed me off so i just started decking him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2gDB...Q1WTJZYw64bEI=
Just scrapping with boxing gloves on. I'm the one with the black shirt.
P.S these videos were before i started taking Boxing lessons
Yea, I was playing basket ball In West Philadelphia. Where I was born and raised, I was at the playground where I spent most of my days. And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, they were up to no good ,started making trouble in my neighborhood, I got one little fight and my mom got scared. And said: 'You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air'
Why are you fighting in your underwear?Quote:
Originally Posted by Jason Koh
A good example of BJJ on the streets
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJX9QnrZtfc&oref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube. com%2Fresults%3Fsear ch_query%3Dryan%2Bhall%2Bstreet%2Bfight%26oq%3Drya n%2Bhall%2Bstreet%2Bfight%26aq%3Df%26aqi%3Dq-w1%26aql%3D%26gs_l%3Dyoutube.3..33i21.246l5699l0l5 797l17l17l0l1l1l0l196l1817l3j12l15l0.
my jeans kept on sagging and i couldnt keep pulling it back up
Ask your self this question. If I am close or out of reach how hard can he hit me (Boxing)? Relax, Breath, hands up, elbows in. Do not fall into patters or predictable rhythms and don't be scared to get hit. Its going to happen, but by knowing how to get hit you limit the amount of damage one can deliver and you can set up some nice counters. Otherwise you'll just get flat lined flailing with your chin up in the air. You and your buddy could get really good if you just calm down and quit trying to one up each other.
Watch this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBvgd...eature=related
Like i said this was before i took Boxing lessons and my punches, footwork, breathing and conditioning have vastly improved. Btw what anime is that? It looks fun.
Fighting Spirt. Ippo
Do u know any anime about MMA?Quote:
Originally Posted by Jeremy Gould
baki the grappler
Best. Movie. Ever.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jeremy Gould