Originally posted by: FacelessNobody
Be glad you're both alive and continue life, the very same life that was jeopardized, as usual. Forgive their idiocy.
Originally posted by: brigden
Reminds me of a similar event that happened to me.
I was heading towards a bar with my mates when I spotted another group of friends going in to the bar. I called out, "Oi!" to get their attention. As I got to the door, this skinhead and his friend started lipping me off. I told him to piss off and walked in. He followed and continued to hurl verbal abuse. I told him to ah heck off unless he wanted me to step on his throat. He disappeared.
Once we left the bar and rounded the corner we were confronted by the two skinheads and three more of their friends. One of them was considerably bigger than me and I'm 6'0", 180lbs. The big one gets in my face and starts accusing me of giving his friend a hard time. While he's in my face, two of them make their way behind me. Now I have three in front and two behind. My two friends, both bigger than me, stand on the curb watching, completely useless.
I knew the kick off was enivitable, so I threw the first punch. I grabbed the big guy's lower jaw and punched him square in the face. He reeled, I connected a few more times. He didn't see it coming. At this point I'm receiving shots to the back of my head. I took care of the big guy with an uppercut, but now I'm fighting two more. One of my friends was kind enough to occupy the other two, while my third friend watched.
I grab one of the skinheads and put him in a headlock and began to feed him the beats. It's just the two of us now. He's twisting and squirming and we scuffle towards a flower bed. I trip and fall in, bringing him with me. I continue to lay the beats, but soon notice I'm being kicked and within a few seconds I had three skinheads kicking and stomping me. I just covered my head and ears and had my arse handed to me. They stomped my head and face and kicked in my stomach.
My friends eventually got them off me and they ran off. I was bloodied, bruised, and the very expensive shirt I was wearing was in tatters. I sarcastically thanked my friends for helping me out, dusted myself off, cleaned up my face a bit and then we headed to the next bar where we continued to get proper drunk.
Originally posted by: brigden
Reminds me of a similar event that happened to me.
I was heading towards a bar with my mates when I spotted another group of friends going in to the bar. I called out, "Oi!" to get their attention. As I got to the door, this skinhead and his friend started lipping me off. I told him to piss off and walked in. He followed and continued to hurl verbal abuse. I told him to ah heck off unless he wanted me to step on his throat. He disappeared.
Once we left the bar and rounded the corner we were confronted by the two skinheads and three more of their friends. One of them was considerably bigger than me and I'm 6'0", 180lbs. The big one gets in my face and starts accusing me of giving his friend a hard time. While he's in my face, two of them make their way behind me. Now I have three in front and two behind. My two friends, both bigger than me, stand on the curb watching, completely useless.
I knew the kick off was enivitable, so I threw the first punch. I grabbed the big guy's lower jaw and punched him square in the face. He reeled, I connected a few more times. He didn't see it coming. At this point I'm receiving shots to the back of my head. I took care of the big guy with an uppercut, but now I'm fighting two more. One of my friends was kind enough to occupy the other two, while my third friend watched.
I grab one of the skinheads and put him in a headlock and began to feed him the beats. It's just the two of us now. He's twisting and squirming and we scuffle towards a flower bed. I trip and fall in, bringing him with me. I continue to lay the beats, but soon notice I'm being kicked and within a few seconds I had three skinheads kicking and stomping me. I just covered my head and ears and had my arse handed to me. They stomped my head and face and kicked in my stomach.
My friends eventually got them off me and they ran off. I was bloodied, bruised, and the very expensive shirt I was wearing was in tatters. I sarcastically thanked my friends for helping me out, dusted myself off, cleaned up my face a bit and then we headed to the next bar where we continued to get proper drunk.
Originally posted by: Arkitech
Originally posted by: Papagayo
Originally posted by: acidvoodoo
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You Puss....
You didn't back your friend up..
Your friend should of punched you and given you a bloody lip for being a chicken..
You should be ashamed.. Hiding with the girls during the fight, while your friend is getting beat up.
What are you stupid? Its that kind of stupid attitude that get people killed. It was'nt like he left his friend and ran off in the bushes
Originally posted by: Chiropteran
The solution to this very situation is illustrated in the film "Crocodile Dundee".
What you are supposed to do, is this-
Aggresor pulls knife.
You look at him, and at his knife, and laugh.
Say "that isn't a knife".
Pull out your 2.5 foot blade.
Say "now that is a knife".
Someone pulls a knife out, RUN, don't walk away.Originally posted by: acidvoodoo
Originally posted by: Howard
The feeling of betraying somebody's trust is terrible. But, you should realize that nothing really major happened, and even if you had kicked their asses, were they sober enough to remember who did it?
they continued tryin to hit my friend even as we walked away, and they waved a knife at us, it was an extremely tense situation, and frustrating