I remember in 6th grade i was a scrawny kid, i was like 5'5 120lbs or less, and this 6 foot 200 pound fat ass wouldn't stop picking on me, and always challenging me to a fight after school. One day he challenged me, and i just calmy turned around and said ok. Then we went across the street into someone's backyard, there must have been like at least 50-60 students at the scene. I thought to myself whatever happens throw as many punches as hard as you can to his face, my adrenaline was pumping and i was scared of this huge beast, as soon as we got in position to fight i didn't think i threw the first punch's as fast as i could, i hit him in his nose, eyes,forehead and was moving side to side on my feet. That son of a bitch was shocked, he didnt throw a single punch. at this point i became the heartless merciless bully. I actually got him in the headlock and flipped him on his back! i sat on top of him and continued to pound on his face and head, all i could hear is this girl in my class cheering me on, so i hit him even harder, when blood started pouring down his nose and he started crying, i left before a teacher or principal caught me. after that fight things got better for me. that was an important event in my early life, it taught me only the strong survive!
06-03-2012, 02:40 AM
