Childhood Fights

[MeezDiscreet]

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...
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why did he do that??

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.

[FeeFee]

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.

[abaici]

Originally posted by FeeFee
Shiiiiiiiii Mama MeezDiscreet is the QUEEN OF CRUNK!!!!!!!!

She got gats!!!

Basically! Meez, you are the Princess of Crunk

[TonyB06]

Originally posted by MeezDiscreet
[font=papyrus]ladylike's part 2 reminds me of a fight my little brother had...

...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.

MamaCRUNK is hardcore!! Did she really have my man strap up with a coat-hanger? That's some homeboy McGuyver isht, right there--->but I mean that in only the nicest way, if you readin' this MamaC.

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.

[MeezDiscreet]

Originally posted by FeeFee
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.

LMAO!! yall funny, but, uh...I'M QUEEN OF CRUNK. she's QUEEN OF FUNK cuz she ol' school. she still got the wood-handle piece. lol.

[CrimsonTide4]

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I FELL OUT LMAO @ work but since all my work is done I got the right too.

Soror MeezDiscreet yo mama IS OFF DA HOOK!!!!!! LMAO LMAO LMAO @ the gun, the wire hanger and everything.

[stardusttwin]

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.

[TonyB06]

Originally posted by MeezDiscreet


LMAO!! yall funny, but, uh...I'M QUEEN OF CRUNK. she's QUEEN OF FUNK cuz she ol' school. she still got the wood-handle piece. lol.

...you know, I been thinkin' about this. MeezD, on behalf of the nation would your moms mind going over to Iraq real quick. I think she would have all this isht on lock in about 15 minutes.

*CNN's Junious P. Titwell reporting:
"Yes, we're getting reports from the front lines where they fighting that a sista came rolling over the hill with a wood-handle gatt and a coat hanger and Iraqis was like "aw hell naw. Bin, you on your own, dog. I'm done"

Notice I'm reporting from way behind the tanks back at HQs cause bruhman ain't trying to get kilt reporting no war. What? Yall already knew they was throwin' over here. Bruh man just trying to make that paper.... Homey is out." *

[ladylike]

MeezDiscreet-----you need to tell these folks!!! Mama don't play!!!

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 ) "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!!! I windmilled like I never windmilled before! LOL I proceeded to whoop this heifer's butt....I beat her like she owed me money. The only thing that eventually ended the beating was that I was dizzy and out of breath from windmilling so hard.

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.

I hung up my windmilling boxing gloves and went into retirement.

[Neosoulchild]

Originally posted by ladylike
Next thing I know I dive in and get to WINDMILLING!!! I windmilled like I never windmilled before! LOL

Oh my goodness. I remember this. LOL. You have brought back many memories with your story. Is that it? No more stories?

[Rain Man]

Even though I took boxing lessons as a kid, I never got into any real knock-down, drag out, Clint Eastwood Any Which Way You Can type of fights, but here is a summary of some of the altercations I got into.

BTW, most of my fights mostly involved tussling, rather than throwing punches per se, but for some reason, 1987 (8th grade) was a record year for me getting into altercations. It was like I was picked on EVERY OTHER DAY!

But my way was fighting back was VERY unconventional, in that I fought back Three Stooges style. Some examples.

I was standing in the lunch line when someone behind me bopped me upside the head. I turn around and see two white guys (one of which I was a classmate of back in pre-school). I say, "Which one of you hit me". Both guys point to each other and say "He did". I would laugh and say, "That was a good one", and put my arms across their shoulders buddy-buddy style, and they would laugh along with me, and then I would bop both their heads together. That ended that bulljive PDQ. No further repercussions.

Another instance involved QS who would harass me all the time in gym class. One day I pulled him aside on the bleachers, held up two finger peace-style and asked, "How many fingers I am holding up." QS's reply: "Six". Two fingers to the eyes, just like Moe. Again no further repercussions (that and he was placed in Juvenile Hall shortly thereafter).

More in a minute...

[Rain Man]

More stories...

Other knuckleheads would bother me two at a time, and I would just haul off and double (one time even triple) slap them like the Three Stooges (then I would run like Hades).

One "conventional" fight I got into was in the locker room. Someone punched me and was taunting me into getting into a fight with them. All I remember was that there was a very small crowd around us, it was quiet and no one moved; everyone was waiting for someone to make the next move. Then I just punched old dude in the mouth, knocking him into a row of lockers (and again running off). He caught me and was twisting my arm until a teacher broke us up. No one was sent to the office, but he never bothered me after that.

Another "fight" involved a girl who (now that I think about it, I'm not 100% sure it was her) snuck a blow on me during a class change. Furious (and this was the final days of 8th grade and I was tired of being harassed), I turned around and literally kicked her square in the butt with as much force as I could muster. And then (you guessed it), I ran down the hall. She caught up with me and pushed me into a row of lockers, at which point I literally blacked out, b/c I have NO recollection of what happened during the black out period, and no one ever told me the story. When I came to, I was on my stomach and literally slid into my 3rd period classroom, my books and papers scattered all over the hallway. At that point the altercation was over. I wish someone had a camcorder to tape it because that is one of my life's biggest mysteries. I do know that I had a large bloody gash in my left shoulder (probably being shoved into the lockers) that took weeks to heal and the scar is still there to this day.

ETA: During my middle and high school years, I went through 4 pairs of glasses due to harassment related altercations. But to some people, I may have had it easy. Who knows?

While I had 3-4 very minor altercations in high school, mostly during freshman and sophomore years, they were nowhere near the scale they were in 8th grade. Though I am looking for D. Holmes, c/o '89 who hit me in the NASDAQ during a game of dodgeball in gym class, 'cause I wanna remind him of the pain he caused me. (J/K, I'm over it now )

[TonyB06]

Originally posted by Rain Man
More stories...
Another "fight" involved a girl who (now that I think about it, I'm not 100% sure it was her) snuck a blow on me during a class change. Furious (and this was the final days of 8th grade and I was tired of being harassed), I turned around and literally kicked her square in the butt with as much force as I could muster. And then (you guessed it), I ran down the hall. She caught up with me and pushed me into a row of lockers, at which point I literally blacked out, b/c I have NO recollection of what happened during the black out period, and no one ever told me the story.

so, lemme see if I got this skraight....

1. A girl, not named Laliah Ali or Queen of Crunk's mama, sneaks you in public (C-)
2. You then hit said girl (F-)
3. You then run from the girl you just hit (D)
4. She catches you (D-)
5. She then smacks you with her pimp hand into a row of lockers? (F- -)

Somehow, I'm not seeing this experience as your finest hour on the planet, dude.

[FeeFee]

Originally posted by TonyB06
so, lemme see if I got this skraight....

1. A girl, not named Laliah Ali or Queen of Crunk's mama, sneaks you in public (C-)
2. You then hit said girl (F-)
3. You then run from the girl you just hit (D)
4. She catches you (D-)
5. She then smacks you with her pimp hand into a row of lockers? (F- -)

Somehow, I'm not seeing this experience as your finest hour on the planet, dude.

No you did not just grade his fight with the girl. LMBO!!!!

[btb87]

Originally posted by FeeFee
No you did not just grade his fight with the girl. LMBO!!!!

. . .and gave him an eff MINUS MINUS!

Dang!