4/21/2010 6:07am, #21
yes i think omega was very brave for fighting that man eventhough he had a glass jaw!
4/21/2010 6:29am, #22
- Join Date
- May 2002
- Lauren Southern Poverty Law Center
- Submission Grappling
Once I knew this kid named Skully from Harvard Sq. He lived in an abandoned section of the subway tunnel and was kind of a... "Warticular individual" to say the least. One time I'm hanging out in HSQ with a pretty good size crowd of punks, skins and general riff raff and I see Skully coming up the down escalator with a broken bottle of something in his hand, raving about how he just broke the bottle over someone's head. He starts charging around the pit demanding people's jackets (cause... cops). I finally talk this kid Larry into trading jackets with him. Meanwhile there's this punk kid Izzy who locks up with skully and tells him to get lost. Izzy was strong as **** (I once saw him breakdown the steel security door at the Channel by himself) and when they clinched Skully must have felt it because he backed down. He was still RAGING drunk. I decided to get him out of there before something really bad happened, so I walked him through Harvard yard with a plan of getting him over the border into Somerville, and maybe away from the Cambridge Police. Where walking through Harvard Yard, rich kids, japanese tourists, faculty, staff, when Skully pulls his hand out of his pocket and notices it is COMPLETELY RED. He falls down on his knees and yells "SHIIIIIT! I DONE KILLLLLED SOMEONE! I DONE KILLLLLED SOMEONE!" AT this point I am trying to decide whether or not to just slink away and let him self destruct, but he's holding on to my arm (still screaming that he must have killed someone :\
WHen I see security heading our way I suspect things are going to turn out badly, but at the last minute I notice the little red nuts falling out of the pocket of the jacket he "borrowed" and quickly explain that my friend is just... confused :)
We are told to get oout of the yard, and leave wilth Skully occasionally stopping to remind me that he done killed somebody and me finally defusing the situation by repeatedly showing him the red pistachios in his pocket. "It's OK brother... you were only eating pistachios...everything's going to be fine...you were only eating..."
Last I heard he sells used cars.
Last edited by Matt Phillips; 4/21/2010 6:33am at .Now darkness comes; you don't know if the whales are coming. - Royce Gracie
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4/21/2010 8:16am, #23
- Join Date
- Jul 2007
One time I went riding horses alongside a dresage (sp) comp. I played this song from a huge boombox while i was playing with jumping fences.
YouTube- Superman Theme
Then I fell of my horse and became quadriplegic. DOWNER
4/21/2010 9:16am, #24
She came up behind me "Stop. Slowly give me the crop."
I turned around to look at her horse who looked like he just got kicked in the nuts. Apparently doing that scares the crap out of horses.
Anyway she ended up doing her jumping event clear and I convinced the kids in the crowd we should do the wave if she did. Apparently that's bad too. Of course she didn't believe me until she saw the video.
4/21/2010 9:20am, #25
"Preparing mentally, the most important thing is, if you aren't doing it for the love of it, then don't do it." - Benny Urquidez
- Join Date
- Sep 2002
- Hilo Island of Hawaii
- Kyokushinkai / Kajukenbo
4/21/2010 9:29am, #26
- Join Date
- Nov 2008
- Honolulu, HI (Hawaii Kai)
- Itinerant Wanderer
I broke up a fight between two crabbers in Dutch Harbor using a standing joint lock. Two drunk assholes were fighting in a cab. All the cabs up there are minivans for some reason. So, the driver pulled up outside of the UniSea bar, where we were congregated, having closed it down minutes before. She got out of her cab, asking for help with the two drunk idiots. Myself and another guy shrugged, and walked over to keep the idiots who had rolled out of the cab and onto the ground from knifing each other.
I grabbed the topmost fool in a double hammerlock, and slammed him up against a post. He told me, "Owww! You're breaking my shoulder!" My response was, "That's the point, hold still." I let him go when the other guy was bundled into the cab, and pulling away. Unfortunately, crabbers are stupider than I gave them credit for, and he charged the moving cab, opening the door, and trying to drag the former opponent out.
Feeling that I was now invested in not seeing someone get drug under a moving vehicle, I raced after him, and pulled his dumb ass away. He punched me for my trouble. I went home, and he cried about how he had no one to fight.
4/21/2010 9:32am, #27
- Join Date
- Mar 2009
- Judo (noob) & BJJ (noob)
Never mind the many times all my kicking and screaming (sometimes quite literally) didn't help.
Also, from your story I keep thinking of the fat Hawaiian in "Forgetting Sarah Marshall", who relates getting dumped to the end of the Sopranos with that brilliant line "It's over man, find another show".
Was it like that? it was, wasn't it?
4/21/2010 9:34am, #28
- Join Date
- Sep 2004
- Dayville, Connecticut, United States
I used to work in mental health as a community living specialist for a man with severe schizo-affective disorder marked by extreme psychotic episodes. He had also been an avid weightlifter and wrestler.
He was a really cool guy when his meds were working, but since he was on toxic levels of Haloperidal, the law required that once a year they attempt to lower his dose. Without fail he would flip out, start hearing voices, and go full, couch -throwing berserk whenever this was attempted.
So it's 8 O'clock one friday evening. I am wrapping up my paperwork and he is on the porch having a glass of juice and enjoying the summer air. After a few minutes, I hear him say:
"Hey Andy! do you hear them?"
"They are talking about me again!"
Now I am getting nervous. The last time he had an "episode" it took seven local PD to strap him to the table at the hospital. I was pretty sure I could take him in a fight, but the law required that I restrain him without hurting him. Stupid law was gonna get me killed and eaten.
Of course...it had been a long day, I was tired, and just wanted to get home. I had a million other things on my mind, so i said the first thing that popped into my head without really thinking about it.
"Well come inside then, you don't have to listen to that crap."
"He replied, "Yeah...you're right. Assholes. I don't gotta take that **** from them."
He came inside sat on the couch and calmly watched a Bruce Lee movie. Take that you aikido bitches...totally the art of fighting without fighting!And lo, Kano looked down upon the field and saw the multitudes. Amongst them were the disciples of Uesheba who were greatly vexed at his sayings. And Kano spake: "Do not be concerned with the mote in thy neighbor's eye, when verily thou hast a massive stick in thine ass".
--Scrolls of Bujutsu: Chapter 5 vs 10-14.
4/21/2010 10:01am, #29
there was this one time, i took a kickboxing match with some kung fu judo fag, and i showed up over weight, and my opponent was all like "whatever, you suck, let's get it on" and then i totally rocked his ribs and fucked his jaw up like crazy. but then, his boyfriend said some gay **** to him and he hulked out and just barely knocked me over and the ref called a knock out before i could stand back up.
after he stole my title belt, he started doing some faggy gymnastics ****, and getting all gay with his boyfriend and wanted to get married, so i passed prop 8 on his ass.
4/21/2010 10:15am, #30