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Sorry for the long blog post.
TL;DR: I get into a dirty sloppy fight with a mexican
Skip to the ** for the start of the fight
I drove to get donuts shortly after waking up. Note that I live in the ghetto. As I'm pulling in to the lot (there is a public laundr-o-mat in the same lot), some guy is seemingly pulling out and there isn't much room. We're both stopped and staring at eachother. I'm as far left as I can be. He starts cussing at me and I just sit there, eventually he reverses and gets in to his spot. I don't know why he needed or expected me to pull back and wait for him.
He cusses at me as I get out of my car and say something back. Then this fucking moron follows me in the donut shop. Mind you, it's been years but I used to beat the fuck out of people on a monthly basis when I was out drinking every day,
As soon as he comes in yelling at me, clearly challenging me to fight, I tell him to wait outside. When he doesn't, I go outside and wait for him. An old Asain couple owns the donut place and I don't want to accidentally break any of their things. I hesitate for a moment while he's still outside, but I'm looking at his waist etc and don't see a gun. He's some dumb spic. Literally tells me 'I'm on the wrong block' lol.
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GET IT ON **
Anyway, like 10 seconds into the fight I'm on my back. This surprises and disappoints me, I am fucking out of shape but I'm still positive I'm going to win. For a second I figured I'll beat his ass on my back, but that didn't seem to be working out, so I just grabbed his right hand with my left (his other hand was behind my neck and he's on top of me) and with my right hand, I literally stick my fingers in his mouth and fishhook him for a second. I was going for his eyes, honestly. I just wanted to hurt him. Then I cover his mouth and nose (Thankyou oldschool UFC) and get myself up. We are maybe 20 seconds into the fight at this point.
I just want to hit him in the face until he's beat up, but he insists on grappling. He's stronger than I expected and I'm much more out of shape than I remember, but I'm still stronger than him. There is a 4 or 5 step stair right next to us and I push him into it and land on top of him on the sidewalk bellow. I get up a little while retaining top control, ready to beat on his face until he's acting stupid. Though I'm exhausted so I catch my breath for a few seconds, then start beating. This guy puts his fingers toward my face, makes them into my mouth and his digging his nails into the soft spot bellow my tongue. This hurts. Fucking copycat. I bite down hard - it hurts me, but I know it hurts him more. He starts yelling that I'm biting him and I let go so he can get his fingers out. He manages to get up, taking advantage of my hesitation / confusion after I let go of my bite. I'm too exhausted to punch, but I know he's about to so I wait for him to swing and duck. Then hit him with a hard 1-2. I do that a couple more times, maybe he's hitting back a bit, but it's not much and I know he's going to lose soon... then he backs up out of my range. I'm too exhausted to follow. I literally say "I'm tired" and walk back into the donut shop to get donuts lmao. A couple Mexicans standing around are telling me I won. No shit, I was never going to lose, but that was some of the most sloppy shit I've ever been a part of. As I walk back to my car his friend or brother is saying 'ya'll are bitches. only bitches fight. ya'll are bitches' I have no idea what the fuck that is supposed to mean and I'm too tired to say anything back so I drive home.
I'm Not Usually This Much of A Dirty, Cheap Fighter. I Am Completely Out of Shape and Had Just Woken Up
This is the main damage, probably from when I landed after launching us from the stairs. Few scratches on my face also.
TL;DR: I get into a dirty sloppy fight with a mexican
Skip to the ** for the start of the fight
I drove to get donuts shortly after waking up. Note that I live in the ghetto. As I'm pulling in to the lot (there is a public laundr-o-mat in the same lot), some guy is seemingly pulling out and there isn't much room. We're both stopped and staring at eachother. I'm as far left as I can be. He starts cussing at me and I just sit there, eventually he reverses and gets in to his spot. I don't know why he needed or expected me to pull back and wait for him.
He cusses at me as I get out of my car and say something back. Then this fucking moron follows me in the donut shop. Mind you, it's been years but I used to beat the fuck out of people on a monthly basis when I was out drinking every day,
As soon as he comes in yelling at me, clearly challenging me to fight, I tell him to wait outside. When he doesn't, I go outside and wait for him. An old Asain couple owns the donut place and I don't want to accidentally break any of their things. I hesitate for a moment while he's still outside, but I'm looking at his waist etc and don't see a gun. He's some dumb spic. Literally tells me 'I'm on the wrong block' lol.
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GET IT ON **Anyway, like 10 seconds into the fight I'm on my back. This surprises and disappoints me, I am fucking out of shape but I'm still positive I'm going to win. For a second I figured I'll beat his ass on my back, but that didn't seem to be working out, so I just grabbed his right hand with my left (his other hand was behind my neck and he's on top of me) and with my right hand, I literally stick my fingers in his mouth and fishhook him for a second. I was going for his eyes, honestly. I just wanted to hurt him. Then I cover his mouth and nose (Thankyou oldschool UFC) and get myself up. We are maybe 20 seconds into the fight at this point.
I just want to hit him in the face until he's beat up, but he insists on grappling. He's stronger than I expected and I'm much more out of shape than I remember, but I'm still stronger than him. There is a 4 or 5 step stair right next to us and I push him into it and land on top of him on the sidewalk bellow. I get up a little while retaining top control, ready to beat on his face until he's acting stupid. Though I'm exhausted so I catch my breath for a few seconds, then start beating. This guy puts his fingers toward my face, makes them into my mouth and his digging his nails into the soft spot bellow my tongue. This hurts. Fucking copycat. I bite down hard - it hurts me, but I know it hurts him more. He starts yelling that I'm biting him and I let go so he can get his fingers out. He manages to get up, taking advantage of my hesitation / confusion after I let go of my bite. I'm too exhausted to punch, but I know he's about to so I wait for him to swing and duck. Then hit him with a hard 1-2. I do that a couple more times, maybe he's hitting back a bit, but it's not much and I know he's going to lose soon... then he backs up out of my range. I'm too exhausted to follow. I literally say "I'm tired" and walk back into the donut shop to get donuts lmao. A couple Mexicans standing around are telling me I won. No shit, I was never going to lose, but that was some of the most sloppy shit I've ever been a part of. As I walk back to my car his friend or brother is saying 'ya'll are bitches. only bitches fight. ya'll are bitches' I have no idea what the fuck that is supposed to mean and I'm too tired to say anything back so I drive home.
I'm Not Usually This Much of A Dirty, Cheap Fighter. I Am Completely Out of Shape and Had Just Woken Up
This is the main damage, probably from when I landed after launching us from the stairs. Few scratches on my face also.
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