I wanna fight

in between my 5k AT, I also did golden gloves 16winter/17summer. Trained the winter of 16 and spring began 17 fights, nothing sanctioned just "sparring" at the local Golds Gym. I won 15 of those 17 fights.
And then my street fights doubled, so I carried everyday after even tho I was trying not to have to carry. Hence taking a bat to the dome.
 
when faced with hand to hand combat my physical expression is usually scared af, however my schizophrenic Manic mode sets in & flight becomes a personal torture so I decide an ass whipn is more redeeming than running. So standing my ground I wait. 9 times out of 10, nothing ends up happening.
 
Now at 50 there's just a handful of words that can be said to figure out if a guy is actually going to cross a line.
being 5-11, going from abt a buck 30 to 165lbs (conservatively) in those moments also usually helps
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NotoriousOutlawRecords said:
in between my 5k AT, I also did golden gloves 16winter/17summer. Trained the winter of 16 and spring began 17 fights, nothing sanctioned just "sparring" at the local Golds Gym. I won 15 of those 17 fights.
And then my street fights doubled, so I carried everyday after even tho I was trying not to have to carry. Hence taking a bat to the dome.
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I've always enjoyed boxing and sparring. Irl ive been in lrob 12-14fighys and hadn't ever lost. I can take punches well. Size means nothing to me. My brothers were both 6ft 185/245 and beat me everyday growing up. .it was weird when I started liking to fight.
I've knocked out cold 8 of them. Beat some wofford guys on a 5:1 that was fun. 3 ko'd
I dont like it anymore. Now it hurts for weeks after. I walk away now unless there is some injustice that has to be dealt with
 
Rebarcock. said:
I've always enjoyed boxing and sparring. Irl ive been in lrob 12-14fighys and hadn't ever lost. I can take punches well. Size means nothing to me. My brothers were both 6ft 185/245 and beat me everyday growing up. .it was weird when I started liking to fight.
I've knocked out cold 8 of them. Beat some wofford guys on a 5:1 that was fun. 3 ko'd
I dont like it anymore. Now it hurts for weeks after. I walk away now unless there is some injustice that has to be dealt with
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wofford?
Dwayne?
🤨
 
Rebarcock. said:
I've always enjoyed boxing and sparring. Irl ive been in lrob 12-14fighys and hadn't ever lost. I can take punches well. Size means nothing to me. My brothers were both 6ft 185/245 and beat me everyday growing up. .it was weird when I started liking to fight.
I've knocked out cold 8 of them. Beat some wofford guys on a 5:1 that was fun. 3 ko'd
I dont like it anymore. Now it hurts for weeks after. I walk away now unless there is some injustice that has to be dealt with
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I'm the eldest of 5. 3 boys 2 girls.
Just homies.
Momo & Casper 6.5+ 250.
Them guys showed me how not to fear size.
yet I always coward to my 5.3 125 uncle, until I turned 17 & shot up to 5.7.
I was 4.5 from 12 til 17.
Casper helped me fight 2 6th graders in 2nd grade. He held 1 while I fought the first 1 & then he let the second kid go, who climbed up the diamond cage (remember those?) at the playground.
Momo taught me the bear hug.
 
NotoriousOutlawRecords said:
Now at 50 there's just a handful of words that can be said to figure out if a guy is actually going to cross a line.
being 5-11, going from abt a buck 30 to 165lbs (conservatively) in those moments also usually helps
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This is after Alana
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this is when i became King of Shattuck Ave.
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NotoriousOutlawRecords said:
oh come on man I'm tryna give u a chance 😆
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I was 21 and a criminal yound adult. (At22 I turned to good exclusively) I end up in jail for simple and dui.it was bullshit and I got out of it but whatever.
So I'm in jail and a 18 yr kid who was a little country club kid, was a buddies brother and in the tank. We were in the hard tank. Murdered and rapists. The kid was terrified. I was just mad af. This grimly ass POC(lol) came over and was trying to start shit and get us to move. I kept telling him to fuck off. 30 coons in the tank and me and this 18yr old private school boy. The bitch flicked my nose. I sprung on him like a fucking tiger. Did the Magnum TA body to body on his ass. Thru 5 punches. Knocked out him and his front 2 teeth and swolled up his left eye like a softball. Definitely broke his orbital socket. Lasted maybe 15 seconds.
At the 25 second I was back on the bench both hands bleeding at knuckles. 4 guards roar in "WTF IS GOING ON?!!" The murder guy starts laughing and says "that niggah fell down hard" other 38 dudes are laughing their asses off. Im sitting there mugged up hard. Jr is scared to death. The guards see my hands ask what happened. I told him I came in like this ask the arresting officer. He just smirked turned around and they drug his out cold ass outta the cell. After that everyone of those dudes were supercool to me and Jr. One dude offered me a joint. I declined.
Couple days after I got out I see Jr's bro. He was like I had no idea you could do what my brother said. I just smirked and nodded. I wasn't worried about accolades.
True story
 
NotoriousOutlawRecords said:
my last real altercation has to have been well over 10 years ago. Most likely way back in S. Sac Oak Park. Then in Oakland/Berkeley or LA as a squatter/gutter punk.
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I beat a buddy from HS up probably 5yrs ago. He is a cokehead and was trying to kick. I lived in the ghetto side of rich town. (Still sold my house 300k)
I told him anything he wanted had to go through me or he was out. He was there prob a 1.5yr. He got a hankering and started knocking on doors looking for junk. A dealer I knew called me up at 3am like wtf is this dude doing he is going to get shot.

Next morning I asked him. He denied as all junkies do. I asked why would the dealer McDope call me and say that. Bunch of junkie talk and lies. I got pissed bc I really tried to help. It wasn't the 1st strike or 5th strike either. He swung. I had to bloody him up.
He called me maybe 6 months ago telling me I owe him money and this or that. I told him to come by and get it I had it all for him. I had already moved back home and sold the house. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Everybody often i text him the rehab center down there and tell him if he goes I'll be there to help him. He doesn't call anymore. What do ya do? His ass isn't dragging me down in to the crab trap. I broke free
 

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