brazucs87
11-21-2005, 05:34 PM
I did not provoke the fight, so I feel no remorse for what I was forced to do. We were arguing and seeing that I was right and he was wrong, he decided to fight to cover for his insecurity.
He swung at me first, but being in top condition, I was able to block the punch neatly with my head. Whereupon I jumped to the ground, knocking him down on top of me. Then I poked his finger several times with my eye. His finger hurt so from the strength of my eye that he became irate and tried to kick me. I cleverly blocked the onslaught with my ribs.
I scrambled to my feet and ran to my car in hopes I would get away and save this man from my deadly hands. Before I could start the car he pulled me from the still open door. I then proceeded to swing at him, but only managed to hit myself. To this I thought: What is this -- two against one?
That was the final straw. I lost all control. There will be no mercy. Taking him in the death grip, I pounded him in the knee with my stomach and hit him two or three times hard in the fist with my teeth. He had had it, I could tell. After that he didn't even try to pick me up off the ground. He was too chicken.
--From J.W.
He swung at me first, but being in top condition, I was able to block the punch neatly with my head. Whereupon I jumped to the ground, knocking him down on top of me. Then I poked his finger several times with my eye. His finger hurt so from the strength of my eye that he became irate and tried to kick me. I cleverly blocked the onslaught with my ribs.
I scrambled to my feet and ran to my car in hopes I would get away and save this man from my deadly hands. Before I could start the car he pulled me from the still open door. I then proceeded to swing at him, but only managed to hit myself. To this I thought: What is this -- two against one?
That was the final straw. I lost all control. There will be no mercy. Taking him in the death grip, I pounded him in the knee with my stomach and hit him two or three times hard in the fist with my teeth. He had had it, I could tell. After that he didn't even try to pick me up off the ground. He was too chicken.
--From J.W.