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Originally Posted by Tater
I usually dont fight until they put their hands on me. Its pretty much war then.
What I mean by asking them which one is going to end up in the hospital is this. People who fight in groups are cowards individually. So if you put the fear of not knowing which one of them is going down they sometimes will back away.
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People are going to think this is a lie, but this is the truth, I swear to god:
Last Saturday I was playing football outside with some kids on the court. It was me (14), 3 kids next door (one 13 another I think 10 or 11 don't know the other), one at the end of the court (11 or 12), and 2 kids from down the street (12 and 6).
The kids from down the street were unbelievable annoying. No one wanted them to play at first, but they did anyway...personally I didn't give a shit since I didn't know them or anything at that point.
The 6 year was seriously a miniature version of Terrel Owens. I would just let him walk by me, and hif he got the luck of catching the ball, he'd throw it down and dance lol...or I'd pretend he was guarding me well, and he'd be like 'BITCH I GOT YOU ALL DAY'...all I said was 'This guy's cute'.
My sister goes by and the 12 year old from down the street (whom is the 6 year olds brother) starts asking her why she knocked down their hay house thingamajig they built in the field. My sister swears wholeheartedly she didn't (my sister is 10), honestly I didn't know if she did or didn't and didn't care. But the second he almost made a move and started disrespectin her I knew something would happen. My mom walks out, kid starts disrespecting her as well. I tell him 'Dude, watch your fucking mouth - I don't appreciate what you're sayin.' He laughs and backs off (the whole everyones like 'Dude watch it Ian (me) WILL do something').
5-10 minutes later he starts pushin my friend, I walk up and say "sorry but you mess with chris you mess with me"...he laughs and backs up again, shaking his head. I tell my friend from the end of the court to blitz and tackle his ass I'm clear a path and that i'll make sure he doesn't get away...it didn't work cuz somethin happened somehow or somethin...didn't care just wanted to see what he'd do.
Finally when we were just about to go in (was getting dark) he pushed me over the edge and pissed me off so bad...when he ran by me I fucking bear hugged his ass and threw him on the ground. I didn't want to hurt him just let him know that he was pissing me off and I didn't like it. He landed fine on his hands and knees.
I turn around and the 6 year old runs up and jumps on my back, with his arms over my shoulders and starts scratching at my face. I just wanted to break his grip and get him off me without hurting him...I break his grip and I guess he fell wrong and slammed his head on the concrete. He wasn't bleeding or anything despite people saying I split his head open, but they went home and didn't come back.
I found out the next day or w/e that he had to get 2 stitches. I felt so bad for what I did, I mean seriously a made a kid 8 years younger than me get 2 staples in his head. I've cracked my head open 3 times and it ain't fun...I felt terrible. But, it WAS out of elf defense and I seriously didn't want to hurt him.
I tried to apologize before they left but they wouldn't listen, and when a parent from next door ame out we thoroughly explained everything and he said it was right, but he kinda felt bad as well. Every other kid had my back thought.
Still...it was a bad feeling
Re: beating of a lifetime
