chocoloco said:
That is not really an optionn, so i asked you. |
Then I can't help you there...
"Life is but a gentle death. Fate is but a sickness that results in extinction and in the midst of all the uncertainty, lies resolve."
Regardless of what's been said earlier; I'm sincerely glad you're okay and can only hope you take something valuable away from all this.
| Jay520 said: As the update in the title implies, the fight did not turn out as planned. No, I did not die, nor was I permanently injured. I don't know if there was a clear winner or loser in this fight. I'll explain it below to the best of my ability, everything happened so fast. A few hours before the fight, I drank an entire five-hour-energy tube (an energy drink). I'm not sure if I should have done this as it got my adrenaline pumping far too early and by the time of the fight, I was already tired. We met at an parking lot hidden from public with a group of about six friends (we have the same friends) Now for the fight. This was my first fist fight against someone my size or bigger, so I was really nervous. I couldn't remember any of the tactics that I read on here. I really didn't have much of a plan. My brain was so cluttered and my body seemed out of control. My legs were shaking and I felt like I was going to pass out but I had to push forward; I had already come so far. The only thing I remembered was to go for kicks and keep your hands up. So I attacked first and went in for a kick. Bad idea. The kick was way over-extended and extremely telegraphed. I think I damaged my hamstring muscle with that motion. Anyway, I kicked him directly in the chest and he was barely phased. I could tell the kick was weak. It was nothing like I practised over the past few days; it felt like I had no control over my limbs. After that kick, my hands dropped immediately. (I'm such a horrible fighter). He threw a few punches as I stepped backwards out of danger (hands still down). At this point, I had no idea what to do. As my brain was in the process of deciding what to do, I found my self at the wrong end of a punch to the cheek. I don't know how he did it, but this guy then managed to leap from out of punching range to tackling range within a second. This fat guy was fast! I then found myself under him as he tried to secure his position. Fortunately, I was always good at scrambling from under people (my older cousins used to wrestle me a lot) so I was able to improve my position a little and tried to stand up. As I was in the transition to stand up, he put me in a headlock and tried to crush my head. Luckily, his flabby body acted as a cushion for my skull. Then, I guess my inner martial artist came out. I somehow extended my leg forward, wrapped it around his leg, and tripped him to the ground. I was on top of him but I was still in the headlock. So I just started punching at his face and he eventually let my head go. This led to what felt like a few minutes of exhausting scrambling and wrestling for position on the ground. Very few punches were thrown during this time. I've never been so tired in my life. I wanted to just walk away. Eventually we both stood up and looked at each other, both of us completely exhausted. I guess this was like a mutual resting time for us. My arms and legs felt like noodles. We stared each other down for a good ten seconds. I thought he had to be more tired than I, so I went in for a flurry of attacks. They were all on point right to the face, but they were weak! I knew my arms were tired but I wasn't expecting him to just eat my punches at will. I punched him about four or five times in a row before he hit me one good time and made me stumble. Surprisingly, he didn't pursue me as I stumbled back. At this point, we were a fair distance apart and neither of us tried to continue the fight. I think both of us wanted to end the fight right there, I know I did. This is when it got really awkward. We just looked at each other. We both looked like bitches. Obviously not wanting to fight anymore, he was like "you gonna say sorry?". I was like "you gonna say sorry?". Then he was like "you called me fat". And this 'argument' continued for about two minutes combined with some weak shoves and grabs. Eventually the argument changed to "don't call me fat anymore", "don't call me assface anymore","as long as you don't call me fat",etc. While the argument was going on, he picked up his items from his friend and it looked like the fight was over. I was happy. I didn't want to fight anymore. Post-fight feelings were terrible. When I sat down, my legs were still shaking and my lower back became really sore and stiff after so much heavy lifting. As I caught my breath, my face started to hurt more and more. He had only got in two clean punches but those were some powerful blows. My cheek felt like it had a dent in it. I just wanted to go home and relax (which is what I did). I feel like such a failure to you guys. I didn't lose, but I certainly didn't win either. I think I should have listened to those who told me not to fight. My cheek stil hurts and I gotta feeling my back is going to hurt even more tomorrow. Writing about it now does make me feel a little better though. I don't think I'll ever get into a fight again. :( What I learned from this: - Fighting is exhausting - No one really wants to fight someone their size or bigger - When fighting, you are going to forget any plan you set - Fighting is not fun - I suck at fighting |
1) I TOLD YOU NOT TO KICK!!!
2) I TOLD YOU TO NOT UNDERSTIMATE FAT DUDES!!!
3) WHAT A BUNCH OF PANSIES!!!!
4) He got eventually tired, that is why he stopped. You stopped because you were tired, and had a lot of pain. Even though officially it was a draw, technically he won.
5) If you dont want for this to happen again, be ALWAYS RESPECTFUL, and if a situation like that one eventually happens again because he is a jerk; you have to start training.
"As the update in the title implies, the fight did not turn out as planned. No, I did not die, nor was I permanently injured. I don't know if there was a clear winner or loser in this fight. I'll explain it below to the best of my ability, everything happened so fast."
Everyone's a loser when we resort to violence.
NintendoPie said:
What? Don't listen to me? The fight was dumb, you can tell by how it ended! That's all they had to do in the first place is apologize. I don't care if it doesn't seem "manly" to apologize, at least your not hurting someone else! And Jay knows what he did was wrong too! I hope both of them know that. Fighting is just plain dumb and it shouldn't happen, things can be solved much easier and much more civilized. |
If he didn't do it now, he would still one day think that he's capable of solving problems with violence, and THAT time might be fatal with a knife involved etc.
I'm sorry but if you've never been in a fight, you're not going to understand.
You say it was dumb by looking at how it ended? That's called retrospection.
Jay knows what he did was wrong, but at the time he THOUGHT it was right. Sorry, but people need to make their own mistakes, you can't just warn people about them and expect them to grow. Sure, they'll never run into whatever you're warning them about, but their brain will never understand, and therefore that person will never truly grow. At least, they will be severely handicapped in that area.
Just think about having a kid who ALWAYS does what you say. Really think about it. Have you done something you were warned against?
Well everyone's gotta learn eventually, and it turned out to be a bitch fight. To bad you didn't take everyone's advice though.
The next time you think to do something stupid again come to VG Chartz and listen, alright buddy? lol
Edit: and oh yeh an extremely stuppid reason to fight, name calling? come on, but I guess you guys are 17. I thought it was over a girl or something haha
THE ARGUMENT WAS OVER CALLING EACH OTHER "ASS FACE " AND "FAT" ??
REALLLY?
WOW!
Good freaking lord. Yes you really are a drama queen. When you said it was a serious insult, I had assumed he insulted a dying relative or something of that sort. Fighting over that?
Wow. That's the most idiotic immature thing, I've ever heard of.
This is it? No win?
This is more disapointing than the endings of Mass Effect 3 and Final Fantasy XIII-2.
VGC deserves a win, I say you fight him again.
No troll is too much for me to handle. I rehabilitate trolls, I train people. I am the Troll Whisperer.
| Troll_Whisperer said: This is it? No win? This is more disapointing than the endings of Mass Effect 3 and Final Fantasy XIII-2. VGC deserves a win, I say you fight him again. |
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