Topic idea from http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/9.144478
Anyway, simple.
Talk about your fights, the real ones. Or tell us why you dont fight, I guess..
For me, I live in a port city. So if you want to go downtown, your going to have to make your way through bar after bar until you even reach a pizza place. And by make your way, I mean fight.
There are literally multiple fights every night, heres my most recent one.
Me and a group of my buddies were downtown at around 11:00 pm. We passed the majority of the pubs and bars without much incident, aside from the occasional word exchange.
When we got to the bar that the "Bros" hang out at, it gets pretty interesting. One of the pink polo wearing failed college football players slaps our buddies girlfriends rear. It took about half a second before her Boyfriend levels the guy (who was obviously drunk) with a single punch, his head cracking through the bars window.
Now if you know what a Bro is, you will know where there is one, there is a group. After seeing their beloved Bros head come crashing through a window, they began pouring out. (only about 5 of them, but the doorway is tiny, so it looked like pouring!) By this time, it was just me, the girl, and her boyfriend. The rest of our group had went ahead and didn't even know about the incident. The bros thought they were in for an easy fight, 5 on 2. I wont glorify it, I got about two hits in before getting knocked on my ass by two of the guys, and my friend managed to knock one down, before he went down right after. Normally I would chalk this up to be a loss, but the rest of our friends must have heard something, because all 8 of them came charging down the street, right into the Broman Forces. In a matter of seconds I was back on my feet, with the tables turned in our favor. We managed to literally beat them back into the bar, and then some, until we heard the sirens and made a run for it.
All in all it was a good start to the night. Got a few cuts on my head, and few bruises, but i got more than enough satisfying hits in myself.
(The reason the city is generally so hostile, or more so towards us, is because the majority of the group are skinheads(no, not the nazi kind) or punkers, we get a lot of shit, and they dont think much of it until they meet the dreaded steel toe)
damn that was long.
Anyway, simple.
Talk about your fights, the real ones. Or tell us why you dont fight, I guess..
For me, I live in a port city. So if you want to go downtown, your going to have to make your way through bar after bar until you even reach a pizza place. And by make your way, I mean fight.
There are literally multiple fights every night, heres my most recent one.
Me and a group of my buddies were downtown at around 11:00 pm. We passed the majority of the pubs and bars without much incident, aside from the occasional word exchange.
When we got to the bar that the "Bros" hang out at, it gets pretty interesting. One of the pink polo wearing failed college football players slaps our buddies girlfriends rear. It took about half a second before her Boyfriend levels the guy (who was obviously drunk) with a single punch, his head cracking through the bars window.
Now if you know what a Bro is, you will know where there is one, there is a group. After seeing their beloved Bros head come crashing through a window, they began pouring out. (only about 5 of them, but the doorway is tiny, so it looked like pouring!) By this time, it was just me, the girl, and her boyfriend. The rest of our group had went ahead and didn't even know about the incident. The bros thought they were in for an easy fight, 5 on 2. I wont glorify it, I got about two hits in before getting knocked on my ass by two of the guys, and my friend managed to knock one down, before he went down right after. Normally I would chalk this up to be a loss, but the rest of our friends must have heard something, because all 8 of them came charging down the street, right into the Broman Forces. In a matter of seconds I was back on my feet, with the tables turned in our favor. We managed to literally beat them back into the bar, and then some, until we heard the sirens and made a run for it.
All in all it was a good start to the night. Got a few cuts on my head, and few bruises, but i got more than enough satisfying hits in myself.
(The reason the city is generally so hostile, or more so towards us, is because the majority of the group are skinheads(no, not the nazi kind) or punkers, we get a lot of shit, and they dont think much of it until they meet the dreaded steel toe)
damn that was long.
