>be me thinking I'm baddest person in catholic highschool >can spot wannabe ghetto kids(no you go to a catholic school foreeeal) >go to lunch >hear black friend with Spanish friend >"Spanish people can't say wigga" >say "yeah we can wiiiigggaahh" >don't acknowledge how bad you stressed the aaaahhhh at the end >get punch in shoulder >hesjustplayingcausewerefriendsohstahpit.exe >punched in mouth >waitwtfjusthappened.exe >go home grasp what happened >street cred at -80 m8 >run imnobitchdog.exe >go to lunch next day >hes_in_my_sights.jpg >wait till bell rings and everyone gets up >nervously execute first punch >completely miss face >execute more punches >target acquired >people going crazy all around us >notice waiting till bell to get away with it was never gonna play out >decide to go true bird to show who's the real alpha >get on top of table >everyone cheering >this be john cena? >scream I'll knock you the -blam!- out >balls-established.mpeg >get called down by excitedly interested teacher >tell war story on way to principal >only get sent home for the day >racist rumor for the rest of year >oh right during Zimmerman dilemma.... >oddly enough become good friends again with person fought next year

>be me >angry fag says im inbred >swear at him >he charges >i bend down low, flip him >sit on his face >permant exclusion >5 weeks ago and kid is still in hospital with broken nose collar and arm

>be me >be 8 >bullied almost everyday by same kid >tries to steal my Game & Watch >grab him by neck and knee him in his crotch repeatedly >throw him on the ground >curb stomp

I forced a eraser down someone's eye. Does that count as a fight?

>be me >6th grade, finally on my own in the big world >there's this blonde kid from my grade school on my bus >when I say blonde I mean aryan.master.race.stormfront.org >there's also this big black 7th grader >scared asf of this иigga >bus ride home >at school I snitched on aryan boy >start talkin shit >bullyscholarshipedition//trailer.mov >he slaps me >I slap him >he slaps me >I slap him >иigga starts takin bets >me and aryan boy get bored >иigga's like twomenenteronemanleaves.jpg >grabs aryan boy and forces us to fight more >he slaps me >I slap him >he slaps me >I slap him >futilityofwar.gif >we get bored >next day me and aryan boy tell the principal >иigga suspended >next week иigga beats both our asses >go home and tell my parent I won two fights >profit

Fighting's bad mmkay. Git gud furst.

jestard pls dunt fit

>Be me >skinny kid, nobody thinks I can hold my own >be bored on bus >upperclassmen sits down >mad because I'm in his seat > smashes me in seat >slaps my face twice >punches me once >whatthefrick.jpeg >kid in seat ahead sees my lip that's dried up and split is bleeding a tad >says upperclassmen won because I'm bleeding >getting kinda ticked >upperclassmen puts arm on my shoulder >ask nicely >says make me >punch him in the nose >he stumbles into next seat >feelsgood.jpeg >hits me two more times >I have no bruises (even days later) >he has a bloody nose > is now scared of me >sit in seat whenever without question And that's the greentext of my first fight, freshman year

Bravo.

Holy mother of keks

I let a kid borrow my 007 game for Nintendo 64. When I asked for it back he threw it on the ground. The gamer in me had to fight him. I got quite a few punches in before a couple older kids broke it up. My game didn't break though. That was my first fight.