Fight Club thread - i just like watching people in their most basic form

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A guy tried to hit me with a chair, but I could see it coming from a mile so I kicked the chair out of his hands. His fat friend jumped me from behind and pulled me to the ground. He paused and he threatened that I should give my money to him. I've trained a thousand times to be able to kick someone in the head in exactly the position that I was in, but instead put my legs in his stomach and launched him into the air. He landed on his feet about a meter or two away from me. They looked at each other. Hesitated. I walked away.

I could have kicked him in the head easy, but I knew at some level that it would escalate the fight, whereas now I had just put some distance in between us. Crazy how a fight where they try to rob you isn't like the fight to the death that you prepare for.
 
Is there any backstory on that 'He bullied me' clip or an aftermath?

Anyway here's a machete fight, theres no gore + it's loud as fuck if you care about that
 
Let me tell you a fight story then,

So things were rough in the mil for me, I don't talk about my time serving because I've seen some real shit. My best friend I was told was killed and years later found out he was taken prisoner. Things done to him, I rather not even think, he's not the same at all just looking at him you can tell. Trust me.

The last shit I had to deal with before EOS was some fucking nutter making himself a war lord and shit, hung out with some scum bag mercs, Russian one even.

Unit I was transferred into has two fucking retards who are best friends and always playing some faggy kung fu game. Also that girl, she was annoying but she also was the barracks whore, so we all make do. Last but not least a fucking reporter. Yeah, here we are trained gun fighters trying to stop a self made war lord in the ass end of the world and have to have a fucking girl Tim Pool tag along because Obama kept blowing weddings up we had to have some hot takes of the good the US mil does.

Long story short after a hell of a lot of scraps taking fire and nights spent in a scorpion laden shit hole we finally get to this main camp of this 3rd rate bad guy who's gonna be the big gatcha for this dumb girl and her camera.

First light we have our OK from Ops and pull our strike in, shit gets ugly fast and split up. I don't even know how to talk about it, I swear seeing shit like fireballs and back flips, it's so chaotic in a war zone.

Clearing out the command tent was something you probably think looked like Call of Duty and it did. Only me and this dumb nigger who made the entire shit show happen are left. I point the 416 at him and click.. dry, we're gonna have to do this the old fashion way. I reach for my kabar but it's gone.

This mad man launches at me seeing I'm disarmed like a tornado, literally spinning in the air pressing me against the wall. With the transfer of force I spin my entire body kicking him in the face off me.

We scrap a good deal, throwing punches blocking and aiming for what us pros call a "tech hit". Finally he's on the wall and I throw yet another of these flip kicks (adrenal rush is pretty wild what it lets you do) and smash him into a wall of monitors playing Al Jizera still powered by the camps coal generator electrocuting him.

So yeah that was my last fight, life's tough for me, col Guile.
 
Man this thread brings me back to that one Christmas Eve, I, NYPD detective John McClane arrived in Los Angeles, intending to reconcile with my estranged wife, Holly, at the Christmas party of her employer, the Nakatomi Corporation. McClane is driven to the party by Argyle, a limousine driver. While McClane changes clothes, the party is disrupted by the arrival of a ex-West German radical Hans Gruber and his team: Karl Vreski and his brother Tony, Theo, Franco, Alexander, Marco, Kristoff, Eddie, Uli, Heinrich, Fritz, and James. The group seizes the tower, disables communication to the outside world, and secures those inside as hostages except for McClane, who slips away, and Argyle, who gets stranded in the garage.
 
Heres a real gypsy fight. It's the best boxing match I've ever seen. It's long as shit, but it shouldn't be--they are throwing & landing Rocky Balboa movie punches but the fuckers refuse to go down. This was to settle a argument. The best part: at the end they don't even know what the argument was suppose to be about.
 
Aboriginal Street Fights in Australia.
What I love about these guys is that fights start so quickly over seemingly NOTHING.
Im putting together a post about these types of fights, but its not ready yet, so Ill give you the videos I have so far
Prevous post deleted due to my screen showing a double post? Weird.







 
HollaGemini dijo:
Aboriginal Street Fights in Australia.
What I love about these guys is that fights start so quickly over seemingly NOTHING.
Im putting together a post about these types of fights, but its not ready yet, so Ill give you the videos I have so far
Prevous post deleted due to my screen showing a double post? Weird.

Wongi vs Mulba (round 2).mp4

Huge Fight but fair.mp4

Harold vs Walden Normanton swacks-1.mp4

Angry drunken aboriginal street fight Australia!!.mp4
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Hahah I like the soundtrack of the first abbo fight.
 
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