Oh! Oh! At the house were I lived when I was 6, there was this 7 foot wall in front of our house. (We lived in a valley or whatever. That was a drop off from the main road) And, my mom was taking my sister and I to my dads house, and I was bent over playing in the pebbles by the road, and my sis opened her car door and hit my ass and I fell over the wall. I had a sprained ankle and a big gash down my leg. I still have that damned scar.
yeow. the only battle scars i have are from me being beat up. falling from high places, or getting stabbed with a pen by some asshole when i was a kid or flying rocks or beer bottles.
noone around here really scraps that well apart from me and my pals. ps. fightings not that great anyway. i rarely get pissed off. and when ever i would fight. i had to have a good reason
I beat this really fat dude up once. He called me a bitch and pushed me into a wall. I ran at him and took him to the ground, then just beat him. I broke his nose. That was a great fight.
haha, musta been a good tackle.. i remember my first fight. was on a schoolbus. the kid put his back against the side and starting kicking the hell out of me. i have no real idea why. i think at the time. people just didn't like me because i never talk. but i grabbed his legs and pulled him to me and then punched him until he quit clawing me. then i smashed his face into the window a few times. then we sat in peace.
Some chic hit me in the back of the head with her ring (She turned it so the big part was on the same side as her palm), and I slammed her head into the window, then she cried and the bus monitor grabbed me and pulled me off of the bus and into the office.
She couldn't fight. I kicked her ass about a month before that. She still has beef with me and that was 3 years ago.
That's the way bitches roll. I also broke this kids arm in a church cemetary once. It was great. He kicked me in the stomach and I fell over a headstone, so I punched him in the nose and pushed him down and kicked him in the arm and it snapped.