Fight Club thread - i just like watching people in their most basic form

1 nationalist with a combat knife vs. 200 Antifa with knives, chains, knuckle dusters, tear gas grenades, flares and pistols
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Nationalist kills 1, injures 2 others with a knife on a train after about 50 of them enter to attack him, holding them at bay for 90 seconds before somebody threw tear gas in the car and he escaped
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He ran but was chased down and was injured himself from kicks and blows and was rescued by police before somebody was able to shoot him.
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This, friends, is how you're supposed to react when you're outnumbered.

STEP 1: If you have any weapons, USE IT.
STEP 2: If you have the opportunity to run, DO IT.

The only mistake he made here was that his legs couldn't carry him fast enough for the Antifa mob. And that, boys and girls, is how you win outnumbered. As far as rules go, there are none, so you can play as dirty as you want to, because that's how fights are supposed to be.

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Story time. Not technically a fight, more a violent incident.
I don't know why but this memory came back today very strongly. I guess it's because it was the same time of year as now.

A long time ago, a teenaged C.U.N.T. is on holidays and going to a party on the beach at night. My friend and I share a bottle of whisky while walking there, drinking straight from the bottle. We finish the whole thing between us before we even arrive.
We get there and I realise I now no longer have anything to drink.

I see an oldish guy with a cooler box sitting a little bit away from the main party where the fire was. I ask him if I can have a beer, half joking. He says okay and gets me to go over to him.
He gives me a beer that's already open and warm from the cooler box. Bad vibes.
I say "hah nah, it's okay thanks anyway."
He grabs me around the neck, gets in my face and hisses: "You wanted a fucking beer, you'll fucking drink it" and his grip is like a vice.
We're too far away from everyone else for them to notice.
I pour out the beer, tell him to get fucked and manage to escape his grip.
I'm a bit freaked out so I go to the group, looking for my friend and tell them what happened.
Meanwhile the guy is looking extremely guilty and trying to get his stuff and quietly leave.
3-4 of us push him to the ground and I kick and stomp him as hard as I can. His face, his stomach, his balls. Anywhere he's not covering up.
He's now pretty fucked and I'm a bit out of breath from all the stomping.

I take his wallet, pocket the money and keep his wallet to throw in a river or a random trash can somewhere because fuck him.
I throw his car keys in the ocean, because fuck him.

3 of us pick him up and throw him in the fire. I was looking for fuel/lighter fluid to douse him with but people convince me that might be going too far. They're probably right.
He rolls out of the fire (I don't think he was burnt much at all really) and staggers off.
That's all. I didn't feel like a tough guy, I felt lucky. Fuck him.
 
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