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Tell new about the time when you had to properly bring da ruckus.
scraped my face and we left it at that
I once cleaned a man's head after he got bottled in a pub.
if so then maybe a 4/10
most of the damage was from me biting my lip so hard to stop myself actually killing him
Is your boyfriend a person?
sounds more like an eight, eight-and-a-half than a four
if I had an empty can of beer I'd crush it against my forehead
count as being more involved in the fight than not starting but still having the fight? And then what about how good you were at fighting during the fight?
The most involved I've been in a fight has been having a fight, but I've not started or been any good at them.
no extra points for style or achievement. effort gets credit.
total ruckus rating?
and this can all be over
that's the only time though
no one punches a kid with brittle bones.
if cat_race hadn't stolen all the milk
I remember once at school, my friends organised a fight for me (which was good of them) and this other guy. We both got on pretty well, but everyone thought it would be funny so kept goading us.
The fight involved me and this other guy punching each other in the arm for about 5 minutes.
when the tallest kid in our year was made to fight the tallest kid in the year above
at a secondary school in Harpenden.
his son's band was on last. He took a disliking to my friend's band who played before his son's band so he started hurling abuse at them. I got really fed up and challenged him, words were exchanged then the next thing I know I'm on the floor brawling with a 50 something drunk man who's son was in a Christian rock band (he also squared up to me later on in the evening).
The guy lost his dentistry license soon after.
Punched and strangled once but didn't die !!!! :))
Someone tried to stab me in the neck at my old work and same outcome again :)))
and you're not an office worker.
how no? you sayin shes ugly?
It was my own door, during a house party.
ruckus rating 0.5/10
and taken a few kickings. It's rough up north.
So 100% involved I guess.
as I can't fight for shit. I just sort of run into people/instinctively attemt WWE wrestling holds until the whole thing fizzles out.
but turns out another, less aggressive friend got beaten the shit out of. I like to feel I kind of helped. They guy I held back did start this mass ruckus.
ruckus rating potential: high
Is this a (sub/dom)thread about sploshing?
where you will slowly be digested over the course of two weeks.
How are you?
Your good self?
Just doing some cervical preparing.
My other friends were involved in a brawl between various teenage gangs and I hopped in to try and help them. Shouldn't have really, I was only about eight stone at the time, arms like pipe cleaners.
I got jumped two years ago and took a severe kicking on the ground. No broken bones or 'owt but I was very concussed and was bleeding all over the place.
So, yeah, 100% involved.
ruckus rating: -3
*"piled in to delve fuck out of the radge pricks"
ruckus rating: 11
it's not about the ruckus itself, it's about the raconteurring.
Have been jumped a couple of times in glasgow, once i just took a bit of a doing before they fucked off the other i mananged to land a good couple of punches before they fucked off.
Couple of daft fights in school over nothing.
However, a girl called Stacey Smith organised a petition when I was 13 to stop me from changing in the same changing room as all the other girls because they thought I was a lesbian. Loads of girls signed the petition. I'll never forget how embarrassed I was.
I found out a couple of months ago that Stacey Smith is now with a woman and has been out for years.
True story that.
but these don't belong here. tks thread is fscked.
fixed thread = argument with self bouncing around all over the shop
oh, that *was* how it ended..
HATED not a strong enough word.
I'm from the valleys - we're expected to be well 'ard.
i grassed her
Ruckus rating 1/10
but never won - mostly scared. Started one, once.
The biggest one through was in Denmark St at about 3am. Long story short, load of pushers bundle out of a flat, fighting someone. My dick mate decides to get involved and one of the blokes goes mental at him.
Not being a hero, but I decide to help him PURELY because I've felt that guilt / shame of not stepping in before - and it's awful beyond belief. May was well hand in your man card and call yourself Mary. The shame shouldn't be, but is horrendous.
Anyway, so I step in, grab his shoulders, someone else grabs my shoulders, spins me around, I'm pinned against the wall and getting enough punches - coat goes over my head, I'm panicking, trying to get away, and as I stand up someone ELSE punches me right in the face. A real smash in the gob.
I stumble over the road and look back and there's a full on ruck gonig on. It was mental. Another mate fell on the floor and got booted in the face. Hectic.
so i stepped up. He got me in a hold and i backwards head-butted him to victory.
do. not. mess.
ruckus rating 6/10
I slightly threaten a bloke a few weeks ago who was pissing against the wall inside Camden Station. That's the nearest I've been to a fight in over 20 years. I'm a geek you understand.
I've never started a fight tat I followed through on. I once ran after a girl, windmilling furiously at her, becausde I thought she had nicked chintzy's jacket. Chintzy had actually just left it in the Borderline. I had to get lifted up and carried away through soho, spitting with fury.
and definitely not as angry as I used to be. (just don't ever nick my fags, right?)
What does that entail?!
windmilling present participle of wind·mill (Verb)
1.Move (one's arms) around in a circle in a manner suggestive of the rotating sails or vanes of a windmill.
2.(of one's arms) Move in such a way.
for an example
in the middle of Jesus Green in Cambridge, they were walking back from town to chesteron, i was walking towards them. they then pushed me to the floor and started kicking me in the head. I managed to get up and scarper with a dead leg and a couple of bruises.
I moved school when I was about 13, because I didn't like being at a single sex one. When I was at the boys school, I was constantly in fights, and used to get the red mist decending, then before I knew it, I was in an epic fight with someone who probably didn't deserve it and usually lost.
Anyway, the MIXED school was very different. The presence of girls seemed to keep everything a bit calmer, but I wasn't used to this, and no-one had seen hulky-moousee there before.
I was queing for a sausage barm one day on my break. I was nearing the front of the line and was really looking forward to the tasty treat when I felt a tug on my collar. It was fairly hard, and I staggered back, almost losing my place in the queue. I marched forwards then glared back, and noticed the smiling, mocking, ugly twat face of a massive lad from the year below. I said 'don't', and left it at that. About 20 seconds lapsed, and it happened again. I don't remember much after picking up my tray. I do know that when I came to my senses there was a cracked tray on the floor, and this guy was still being pummelled by my fists of fury. He was crying, bleeding from just above the eye, and the nose, and I had forced him to sit on the tray of cutlery in my charge of anger. I had a fat lip. He must have been a foot taller than me and quite a lot heavier.
I got in a fair amount of trouble, and pretty much everyone who was there gave me a 'what the fuck?!?!' look. Although I realised that what I had done was over the top in the new school, no-one EVER fucked with me again there. It was some time before a few people actually SPOKE to me, but there weren't any other fights after that. Meaning that I grew up into the pussy and shit fighter that I am today.
do you think that hulk is still in there somewhere?
I was on my own, in the kitchen, barefoot, and it smashed all around me. I basically couldn't move for ages. It was rubbish. I felt a bit daft and self conscious. It was the same house where my I walked in on my housemate with his dick in the jam.
what flavour jam etc
It was really awkward walking in on him. I didn't even think that it was a story worth telling till I mentioned it to someone on here a while ago.
I'm walking upstairs in his house, some guy just punches me square in the face. I fight back, push him down the stairs, think I tried to ram a microphone stand into his face. He missed that, then there was a scuffle and he got thrown out, with him trying to come at me outside and his mates apologising for him and holding him back*.
* I was on Buckfast, so I was a state myself and probably got a bit fighty.
was surprised at myself that i just instinctively jumped in and pulled this one guy out of it lifeguard style. expected some comeback but he just lumbered off into the crowd.
but doubt that counts
but basically got in a drunken brawl and ended up in hospital. it was really stupid, but i learnt my lesson so it's okay.
So a few 'mates' decided to hit me in the face. Needless to say they're not mates anymore.
Worst thing was that I now had blood all over my shirt so I looked like a hard man. So when i was behind the pub pissing on the bins I got smashed in some more by some new geezers.
Never again or before though, but battered twice in the same night!
I've had a few.
Many playground ones when I was 11-12. All with older kids who liked to take the piss out of the ginger kid with glasses. This was probably the cause of a lot of fights I've been in I suspect. So I made sure I won. I got 'asked to leave' that school. I suppose they were kind enough not to expel me outright, they could see I wasn't enjoying it.
Changed schools. The new one had a rival school just over the road. Once some of them came into the school spoiling for a fight. one of them had a knife. serious buzinezz - but it was a Wednesday afternoon, so sports time. Our teacher told us to get back but it seemed too late for that, so I hit the closest two in the face with a hockey stick instead. They didn't hang around for any more. The teacher laughed and said 'thanks'. I liked my new school.
When I started to go out clubbing in Ipswich (imagine!) there were a fair few more. The owners of Kartouche decided it would be a GREAT idea to have the lower floor of the club as rock/indie/metal and the upper floor house/R&B on the same night (imagine x 10000!). Cue multi-bodied street brawls, smashed teeth, broken noses, blood all over the pavements. I used to like to give people a haymaker then follow it up with an elbow or back of the fist to the temple (depending on how far away they'd stumbled) then a solid teeth-crunching uppercut. That usually put them on the floor.
Moved to Southampton for Uni - they do love students in Southampton, and it's such a genteel town in the first place. There were a few altercations. Queuing to get in an indie club when soem guy starts hazing the line of long haired/eyeliner'd guys, pushing them against the wall. Waited for him to come near enough to me then took two solid strides up and headbutted him square in the nose. Down he goes. The bouncers dealt with the rest of him.
Then I started taking loads of drugs and chilled the fuck out. I don't think I'd know how to step up to a fight these days. Plus, got the wife and kids to think of. It was a lot of fun when I was younger though, can't deny it.