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Childhood Fights
Reading Tony, Abaici, and FeeFee's posts in the Random Spurts thread about fights had me reminisce on the ONLY fight I was ever in besides fighting my brother.
Anyway, let's talk about fights. Were you the instigator? part of the crowd? one always fighting? one always getting beat up, lol? REMINISCE!! :p |
I was usually part of the crowd. I have been in only one fight all my life. It was against this girl named Monique and we got in a fight because she sat in my swing, that's right I said MY swing and YES it did have my name on it!:o :p
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as you might expect from my participation in the other thread I had a few, but really it was only fighting back. 2 scrapes stand out.
fight 1: Art class, 4th or 5th grade, we were watching a movie and kids were throwing crayons during the movie. D. Clarke, who ran with the tough crowd of guys, got dotted in the head by a crayon he thought I threw. (I hadn't). Anyway, I didn't want to fight because A) I hadn't thrown the crayon and B) DC ran with the tough bunch, who I knew would have his back. Anyway, after school we're doing this walking fight (fighting as we're walking the 4-5 blocks home) and because I was relucant to fight for reasons A/B, I'm getting beat. That is until we got to the Sunridge Pony Keg (SPK) Candy Store. For a reason I still can't explain, something in me cocked my fist and I threw a right hand that must have come up from.... RURAL ALABAMA! I hit dude so hard he screamed and crumpled to the ground. I looked at my hand like "dayum, I did that?" DC missed school 3 days. ....(I sheepishly admit that sometimes, when I go home to visit fam, if I'm in the area I'll slow my roll going past the SPK; a secretive, yet wistful rememberance of the day ...DC got that azz whupped!!!!) :cool: fight 2: This really EMBARRASSED me, because we were high school juniors, too damn old to be fighting. Anyway, we were playing two different (adjacent) basketball games in the gym. I was running north in one game, and B. Hill (now my Alpha bruh) was running south in the other game. Not seeing each other, we collided fairly hard. He jumped up and starts swinging. I truly didn't want to fight but, hey, he brought war to my house. So I had no choice but to take a can of whup-azz to his. and yes, that was the last fight I ever had and/or intend to have.:D ...I assumed we were just talking about school fights, not buck-bucks with hard-head cousins, right?!?:rolleyes: |
My only fight was with a girl named Monique too! Well, it lasted two punches. I talked a lot of mess. Mouth always writing checks my behind couldn't cash. I think I said something about her cousin, or maybe her. I can't remember. Anyway, she confronted me, I retorted. My friends kept trying to take off my glasses and this allowed her to "steal" on me. She hauled off and "socked" me HARD. Anyway, I had my cabbage patch lunchbox in my hand. I took it back and knocked her upside her big head with it. It broke. I was left holding a handle. That was it...the end.
Usually, I was a part of the crowd...or I just walked past it. |
My only fight involved a Monique as well. ;) :o :p
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The only person I would constantly fight (I mean from elementary school until 7th grade) was my best friend, who is my daughter's God-mother. I mean we would be cool for like 3 months straight, but on the 4th month or so, something would happen and we would get the scrapping. Sometimes she won, sometimes I won.
It's funny how we tell folks this and they are shocked and amazed that we are still friends to this day (we are both in our early 30's). I guess fighting with her was like fighting with a sibling. We were both raised as only children although we have half-siblings on our father's side. It also didn't help that we lived in the same building and her mother used to babysit me while my mother worked in the evening. Since she was the only person that I really fought, I was a spectator during any other fights going on in the 'hood (the projects). :D |
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My only childhood fights were in high school. The 1st fight was when I was a freshman at Atlantic City HS. This girl named Stacy wanted to fight me because she liked my boyfriend!!! He was one of the finest boys in our school. Well.....sister-girl came into my science class and started some mess with me. She was yelling and acting a fool....saying how she was going to F me up. Then she tried to swing on me when I turned my to her. I saw RED!!!!!!! I reared off and punched her soooo hard in the face that I knocked her tooth out!!!!! Not to mention that I did some serious damage to my hand. After that she never bothered me again!!!!
The 2nd was happened after I transfered to Allentown HS. It was my senior year!!! This girl (I don't even remember her name) came to fight me on my last day of school before graduation!!! It was over her current boyfriend who was my ex. She was mad because he kept talking about me!!! Can I tell you we broke up during my junior year and I had no contact with him at all. She came up to me all nice and then flipped out. Screaming about how she was sick of hearing about me!!! When I tried to calm her down she slapped me!!! So...after I got over the shock I punched her in the stomach. While she bent over in pain....I sort of gave her a upper cut to the face. Needless to say she had a hella black eye........ |
My fight was a big fight on the school bus. Her name was Adrienne. She said something about me or my mother but fists got to flying. It's hard fighting on a moving school bus. I guess it was a sight for other drivers to see two girls fighting over the seat of a schoolbus going down the Kennedy Expressway. The bus driver had to pull onto the shoulder to separate us. She tried to land one last punch but it hit this guy so he stole on her! It was a mess.
BTW I also hit someone with my lunchbox. I was falling down an escalator and a kid tried to help me but my Mickey Mouse lunch box whacked him in the forehead and we both ended up at the bottom of the escalator. |
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Yup, the very same Monique. To BOTH OF OUR CREDIT, we were the puppets in a sick twisted plot by a girl we were both friends with named TOMEKA. :mad: Tomeka started some she said she said stuff that NEITHER OF US EVER SAID. We fought in front of a very small crowd. The worst part was we lost like 4 years of friendship. :( But we're okay now!! :D |
My most memorable fight was with this chick (who's new best friend is the pipe) named Beverly. People thought that because I was quiet and I didn't like to fight meant that I couldn't fight. WRONG:mad:
Well Beverly kept messing with me until I just got sick and asked her if she wanted to throw down. So the heffa slapped me....and that was the last thing SHE remembered. I was best described in school as "The one with the glasses and long finger nails." I put her into a headlock and dug my nails as deep into her face as I could. When she started to cry, let go of her and kicked her onto the floor. The second most memorable was this clown named James. James liked me, but instead of him passing notes like the other little boys he would always call me names or throw things at me. So I got tired of his arse and since I had an inch over him I grabbed him into a headlock(yes a specialty my big brother taught me) and repeatedly banged his head up against the lockers until I got tired. James was laughed at by his peers and I was high fived and needless to say that was the last time anyone messed with me in middle school or even high school for that matter.;) |
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Dizzam!!! Um, yo' mama's doctor better stay in line. Scared of u!! |
With all of these victories, we are never going to have anyone come in here to admit that they LOST or got their behind whipped. :o :( :eek:
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Hey, I didn't win. It was a draw.
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in the eighth grade i fought my best friend on the bus because she didn't like me singing "tennessee" by arrested development. she tried to tell me i wasn't hitting the right notes :rolleyes:. things escalated and the next thing i knew, i had her on her back in the seat beating the hell out of her until she grabbed my wrists. so we just stood there ice grilling each other since neither of us good hit each other. the bus driver stopped the bus and made me move up front. we also stayed across the street from each other and by the time we made it home she had apologized.
i do remember getting sorta beat up in the 4th grade. we were playing kick ball against another 4th grade class and when i made it to 3rd base and this boy named robert got pissed. i wasn't messing with him or anything. i was just doing my job. he hauled off and punched me so damn hard in the face that i fell to the ground. i didn't even know what happened until i realized that i was on the ground. he got in trouble and had to get "licks" because of it. i've had some more but i don't want to seem like a mania. |
WTH is wrong with Robert!??!?!
You know when I started this thread, there were certain GCers I knew would have a story to share. . .. Queen of Crunk was on the list. LOL **keep sharing** I KNOW #1LL has a story or 5 to share. :p |
Ok, I was friends with this girl in middle school and she suddenly turned on me. She tried to turn everyone else against me too. She would gossip about me to her friends, in front of my face! One day I got fed up with her and started cussing her out, but she ignored me. Instead, a few hours later, she SENT one of her friends to hit me. I didn't see this happen, but I KNEW she was behind it. After that person hit me, no, I didn't hit her friend back. I went over there and hit HER back. I socked her upside her head. She socked me in chest. We took a few more hits at each other, before our teacher broke us up. Very strangely, she transferred schools a few weeks after that. :rolleyes:
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in the sixth grade, i knocked the snot out of this girl named bianca. she liked this boy named brian who liked me. brian was my first public school boyfriend when i transferred from private school in the 4th grade. we were together for a whole weekend! anyway, in the 6th grade she stepped to me about him--i said get out of my face--she pushed me--i laid here azz out. in the 5th grade, this dude ansel, who was my friend, and i got into it. i knew he liked me too, but i can't for the life of me remember why we got into it. he bucked and because i aint no punk, i got in his face too. but the whole time, i was praying he didn't hit me because i had just seen him wear somebody out like a week before!! lol see, in elementary school, i was always hated on. when i transferred from private school to public, most people saw me for the first time even though i lived in that neighborhood all of my life. so i was the cute new girl and the boys liked me and the girls didn't. but, i always "almost" got into fights for the most part. my mother blessed me with the gift of intimidation. both of us are short people but i learned how to scare the hell out of people by watching her so i hardly had to come to fisticuffs. there's one facial expression that i make that even to this day, works on all my adversaries. ;) now, we don't want to get into fights i've had since i've been too grown to be fighting because the list definitely gets longer...not that i'm proud of it, but I AINT NO PUNK!!!! I'M CRUNK BEEEEEEYOTCH!!!!! :D :D :D |
Crimson---I have only been in two fights in my entire life and I remember my first one like it was yesterday.
**flashback music: wooooodeeeeewoooooooo...woooodeeeewooooooooooooo** Picture it....Sicily....1980, I think I was in kindergarten and there was this girl name Tanya. I don't know about ya'll but in my neighborhood all of the girls named "Tanya" were ROUGH!!! Tanya was the type of girl that even the BOYS were scared of. :eek: I swear that this girl was 6ft. tall in kindergarten. Anyway, Tanya would always pick on one person every week and lo and behold it was my turn. :eek: :eek: So she picked on me all week and she decided that she was going to kick my butt on a Friday. I am shhh-shhh-shaking because I didn't like to fight and I just knew I was gonna catch a beating. So the bell rings and I start the long walk home (I only lived 5 blocks away but that's hella long when you got a group of people following you home telling you in vivid detail how Tanya was gonna whip my ass). So out of the crowd comes Tanya (she parted that group of instigators like Moses parting the Red Sea) and she steps to me and we proceed to do the "shoulder tango." That's when two people are shoulder to shoulder going around in circles talking 'bout "whatcha gonna do? no...whatcha GONNA do....uh uhh...WHATCHA gonna do." And then it happened.....Tanya proceeds to beat me like I stole something....I mean she beat me like a slave, ya'll. :o Part 2 of the story coming up..... |
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We're waiting for Part 2!! |
C'mon with part 2. . . shoooooooo I was on the edge of my seat reading. I felt like I was there. LOL
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I got one..I got one...
Ok..so..like..in the 7th grade, there was this boy named Ricky. We never had any beef, no problems. We had damn near all of our classes together, so we were cool..so I thought.. One day during PE, we are standing in our numbered space and I was talking to someone else, well Ricky proceeds to assume I was talking about him, and at first I was hella confused, so I'm like no I wasn't talking about you, you tripping. Obviously that didn't make him happy, because this boy up and stole on me with his baseball mit...all up in my face:mad: :mad: only thing I remember doing..besides crying like a baby:o was hitting him hard on the shoulder. As we were being suspended for two days, I was bawling out of control..trying to plead my innocense and I think that must have touched Rickys sensitive side, because he started to appologize for my new basketball size head. It wasn't until our freshmen year did I finally forgive him, once he professed his love for me:D ..after that..that was my homie for life. |
Part 2
So after Tanya is done beating me like a slave and making me say my name was Toby, I gather up my tattered shirt (it aint a "girl fight" unless some clothes get ripped) and equally tattered morale and make my way home.
So...I'm going over the fight in my mind trying to figure why none of the punches I landed didn't have any effect. While I'm mumbling to myself (ass whoopin's tend to make you talk to yourself), I come into the house and my mama takes a look at me. MamaLadylike: What the hell happened to you?!!?? Me: M-m-m-me and T-t-t-annn-yaaa got into a f-f-f-f-ight at the park. MamaLadylike: Oh, hell no!!! You go back out there and you find that lil' heathen and you whip her ass!! **looking at my mama in disbelief and wondering why she's trying to send me outside to get killed** :eek: Me: Ma!!!! What?!?!? :( MamaLadylike: Either you go back outside and fight that girl or YOU and ME are gonna fight INSIDE. :eek: :eek: :eek: That was the kind of "pep talk" :rolleyes: she gave and I was "inspired" to go back out and find Tanya. So I find Tanya in the same park where she had laid the smack down on me just moments ago. My mama is in the background watching the whole thing. I walk right up to Tanya and then it happened.... |
LADYLIKE!!!!!!
What da hayle gurl!!!!! Keep typing....shoot.
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ladylike's part 2 reminds me of a fight my little brother had...
when we were younger, some boy from another street came on our street and fell off his bike. everyone laughed but he chose my brother to hit in the face. my brother came and got me out of the house and when i saw how little the boy was, i just couldn't beat him up. but i talked mad isht about how he better get out our yard and off our street before i whupped him. he threatened to get his older sister and blah blah blah. well when my mom came home (and everyone knew my mom was the crazy lady), all the kids took off so she knew something was up. she asked me what happened and i told her my brother got punched in the jaw. she asked him "did you hit him back." his response was no. her response was "get yo azz in the car." i stayed home but a little while later, she storms through the door talking to herself. she goes in my parent's room, pulls out her .357 burner and announces "DON'T NOBODY ANSWER THE DOOR BUT ME!" turns out, she drove my brother around the neighborhood until they found the boys. she grabs the only thing she could find in the car -- a wire hanger -- and tells my brother to basically handle up. they get out the car and she turns into don king, telling the little boy "he got something to say to you." my brother and the little boy proceed to fight while my mom monitored it. after it had gone on long enough my mom tried to stop it when the little boy swung again and busted my brother's nose. mom says "i told you to stop," and the little boy pushes my mom and calls her a bit... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . why did he do that??:( :rolleyes: my mom pushes the little boy back and says "what you wanna do? come on lil n...." then i think she realized that she was about to pummell a child that wasn't hers so she stops before she actually hits the child, who then says he's getting his mother. don't yall know my mom sat by the door with her piece, waiting all night. i didn't know whether to laugh or boot up too, in case i had to handle something too. we still tease her about that to this day though. it's funny now, but on that day, i was scared that would be the last time i saw my mother as a free woman. |
Shiiiiiiiii Mama MeezDiscreet is the QUEEN OF CRUNK!!!!!!!!
She got gats!!! ETA: Ladylike, we need the rest of the story. You and MeezDiscreet need to write a book on childhood fighting. LOL. :p :p |
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I don't know if you're married or single MeezDiscreet, but I'd share this story right here with Mr. MeezDiscreet on DAY ONE. You should have noooo problems with dude. :rolleyes: |
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I FELL OUT LMAO @ work but since all my work is done :D I got the right too. Soror MeezDiscreet yo mama IS OFF DA HOOK!!!!!! LMAO LMAO LMAO @ the gun, the wire hanger and everything. |
Meez Discreet...thank you for a much needed laugh...had a rough day!
I'll fess up about a beating a got-still pisses me off because I had NOTHING to do with all of the drama. A group of us used to ride the train home together. One of the guys R started dating this biyotch P that none of us liked (the feeling was mutual). Mad tension was bulding between P and one of my girlfriends D because P thought D was trying to break them up....well one day everyone stayed at school for a basketball game except me-I had to go straight home for some ridiculous reason....I'm on the train and P and her sister and 15 girls get on the train...I should have known something was up when they didn't get off at their usual stop...she waited until my stop and they jumped me as I was getting off the train...I mean these tricks pulled braids out of my scalp. I got home and my dad who worked nites saw me walking in the door crying-got the machete knife (yes every West Indian has a sugar cane machete in the house just in case) and marched me back to the train station...well those heffers has already gotten on the next train. After filing a police report & cussing my friend D for not telling me that she had words with P the day before (& should have known that she was going to try something) I showed up the next day to school with more razors than Edward Scissorhands and a bat...my cousins took off from work early and met me after school with hardware...(my mom had told me explicity not to call my cousins...but hey if you got ghosts you call ghostbusters, if you had/have a head to split you called my cousins-so somehow I sneaked a call to the family to make arrangements)....in addition I was "escorted" to the train station with at least 50 people...mostly football players (I was everyone's lil sis & they were pissed). Well we were all in the train car when it pulled up to the stop the trick P usually gets on...she started talking mess until she realized how many people were in the car with me...unfortunately there was a cop at the station so I didn't have the pleasure of bashing her head in (since I had filed a report she had already gotten in trouble at school and I guess they sent a cop to make sure she didn't try anything to me again).... P tried to start a fight again with D later but backed down because there was so many of us...R was so angry about what happened they eventually broke up (not soon enough for me)...I was so angry about the whole thing I stopped hanging out with them altogether. It was this beat down that made me a rough neck...no more getting in trouble over other people's drama and BS...if you step to me for any reason I would beat you down...no questions asked. I studied karate and bar room brawls (technique's from my cousins)....I look quiet and don't look for trouble but trust anyone that stepped to me afterwards got way more than they bargained for. Any subsequent fights ended with me as the victor(my nickname was Iron Mike...one punch and you were out). Good thing from this is I started lifting weights so I began habits that has kept me in great shape over the years. However I have to admit I still hate this girl...I saw her years later and she smirked at me...the ONLY reason I didn't bash her head in was because she was pregnant (and still ugly)...Lord knows I had to talk myself down because in that moment I didn't care. The last time I saw her her husband/beast had to separate us then he yelled at her-I mean she is married to someone else and still trying to rehash mess from almost 20 years ago. Heaven help her if I ever get the chance to hit her....it'll be ova. |
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MeezDiscreet-----you need to tell these folks!!! Mama don't play!!!:o :D
So anyway, back to my story....**flashback music** Tanya and I are giving each other the "stank eye" and in the distance I hear my mama yell (dag...mama:o ) "Beat that hussy's ass!!" And it was like a fire lit up in me......you know how they always say you keep picking with the quiet kids and one day they snap? I SNAPPED!!! Next thing I know I dive in and get to WINDMILLING!!! :eek: I windmilled like I never windmilled before! LOL I proceeded to whoop this heifer's butt....I beat her like she owed me money. :p The only thing that eventually ended the beating was that I was dizzy and out of breath from windmilling so hard. :o I came out of that fight dirty (we were fighting at the park) with some of Tanya's shirt in one hand and bits of her hair in the other. And from that point on she never said a mumbling word to me. :p I hung up my windmilling boxing gloves and went into retirement. :D |
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