Itt explain why and how you could kick my ass ...
 

I'm 6'1 and weigh 250 and am 32 years of age and I don't smoke, drink or use recreational drugs .. I'm Actually pretty solid, no Dunlap and the love handles are very minimal at this point ... but still a little gut ... If their was a between mesomorph and endomorph build I'd probably be categorized as that. I do not work out with weights but do Shaun T's insanity when I can

I'm pretty quick for my size, I'm left leg/foot and right arm/hand dominate but can throw hands accurately with both even taking a south paw stance sometimes during fisticuffs

I have formal training in wrestling no wwe, work in a physical environment and have only lost one fist fight since I started throwing hands and 4 wrestling matches in high school where I wrestled heavyweight ( 275 max weight ) and only weighed 215, I would weigh in with a jansport on eating a whopper. Usually when I'm victorious in a fight I leave a stamp like the wet bandits from home alone flooding houses they robbed ...this is completely psychological so one never forgets his ass whopping.. We can discuss these at a later date

Please note I have had two acl replacements, a broken collarbone, a boxers fracture to my right 4th metacarpal twice the second also broke the growth plate in my 3rd metacarpal, nine separate broken fingers,a hairline fracture in my tibia, 2 diagnosed grade 2 concussions but probably many more undiagnosed ones a dislocated right shoulder and torn rotator cuff, one of my front teeth are false and my left orbital bone has had a bad fracture which led to my eye partially out of socket and have cut off half of the tip of my right hand middle finger. I have only had stitches as an infant, after surgeries and for my middle finger tip which still has no feeling in it .. I've only had two black eyes my whole life one from the orbital bone incident the other from a sucker punch the only injuries coming from fighting was one of the boxers breaks.

Now mount your attack and beat the shit out of me for a good reason

All info above is factual... And I expect fact based attacks


Also note I literally just almost died from a bacterial infection known as sepsis and still have a painful bout of cellulitis in my dominate leg, you may use this to your advantage

You would bore me with music as a diversion then sneak me ... I like the way you think diode

Start with the jab, counter and kidney shots.

Easy work.

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool,
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool.
But everybody said, "Watch out -- that's Tiger Man McCool.
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner.
Yeah, he's a winner."

But I'd had myself about five too many, and I walked up tall and proud,
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he'd never stooped or bowed.
I said, "Tiger Man, you're a pussycat," and a hush fell on the crowd,
I said, "Let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner"

Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand and he braced against the wall,
He slowly looked up from his beer -- my God, that man was tall.
He said, "Boy, I see you're a scrapper, so just before you fall,
I'm gonna tell you just a little what a means to be a winner."

He said, "You see these bright white smilin' teeth, you know they ain't my own.
Mine rolled away like Chiclets down a street in San Antone.
But I left that person cursin', nursin' seven broken bones.
And he only broke three of mine, and that make me a winner."

He said, "Behind his grin, I got a steel pin that holds my jaw in place.
A trophy of my most successful motorcycle race.
And every mornin' when I wake and touch this scar across my face,
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner.

Now my broken back was the dyin' act of handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnatti night I stole his wife away.
But that woman, she gets uglier and meaner every day.
But I got her, boy, and that's what makes me a winner.

You gotta speak loud when you challenge me, son, 'cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these migraine pains and this cauliflower ear.
'N' if it weren't for this glass eye of mine, I'd shed a happy tear
To think of all you'll get by bein' a winner.

I got arthuritic elbows, boy, I got dislocated knees,
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees.
And my nose been broke so often I might lose it if I sneeze.
And, son, you say you still wanna be a winner?

My spine is short three vertebrae and my hip is screwed together.
My ankles warn me every time there'll be a change in weather.
Guess I kicked too many asses, and when the kicks all get together,
They sure can slow you down when you're a winner.

My knuckles are so swollen I can hardly make a fist.
Who would have thought old Charlie had a blade taped to his wrist?
And my blind eye's where he cut me, and my good eye's where he missed.
Yeah, you lose a couple of things when you're a winner.

My head is just a bunch of clumps and lumps and bumps and scars
From chargin' broken bottles and buttin' crowded bars.
And this hernia -- well, it only proves a man can't lift a car.
But you're expected to do it all when you're a winner.

Got a steel plate inside my skull, underneath this store-bought hair.
My pelvis is aluminum from takin' ladies' dares.
And if you had a magnet, son, you could lift me off my chair.
I'm a man of steel, but I'm rustin' -- what a winner.

I got a perforated ulcer, I got strictures and incisions.
My prostate's barely holdin' up from those all-night collisions.
And I'll have to fight two of you because of my double vision.
You're lookin' sick, son -- that ain't right for a winner.

Winnin' that last stock-car rce cost me my favorite toes.
Winnin' that factory foreman's job, it browned and broke my nose.
And these hemorrhoids come from winnin' all them goddamn rodeos.
Sometimes it's a pain in the butt to be a winner.

In the war, I got the Purple Heart, that's why my nerves are gone.
And I ruined my liver in drinkin' contests, which I always won.
And I should be retired now, rockin' on my lawn,
But you losers keep comin' on -- makin' me a winner.

When I walk, you can hear my pelvis rattle, creak and crack
From my great Olympic Hump-Off with that nymphomaniac,
After which I spent the next six weeks in traction on my back,
While whe walked off smilin' -- leavin' me the winner.

Now, as I kick in your family jewels, you'll notice my left leg drags,
And this jacket's kinda padded up where my right shoulder sags,
And there's a special part of me I keep in this paper bag,
And I'll show it to you -- if you want to see all of the winner.

So I never play the violin and I seldom dance or ski.
They say there never was a hero brave and strong as me.
But when you're this year's hero, son, you're next year's used-to-be.
And that's the facts of life -- when you're a winner.

Now, you remind me a lot of my younger days with your knuckles clenchin' white.
But, boy, I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night.
And if there's somethin' you gotta prove by winnin' some silly fight,
Well, OK, I quit, I lose, son, you're the winner."

So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud,
And behind me I could hear the hoots of laughter from the crowd.
But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth are still in my mouth.
And y'know...I guess that makes me...a winner.

Your post was this song.

Kristofferson turning Shel Silverstein into song. What is not to love?

You lead the netcees discussion league in paragraphs written but your Lols per post and words read to words typed numbers are below the league average. Scouts think trying less and relying on your roasting abilities will increase your average and opposing posters will be forced to play press lol as opposed to cushioned tl;dr.

tl;dr

I would buy you drinks all night, then beat you to death w/ a tire iron in the parking lot

Nah philly defense style ... Hence southpaw stance ... You'd have to get me off my feet aero, real talk...

In this day and age I probably wouldn't throw a standing punch if that helps you formulate a new plan unless said jab led to a Philly style counter jab that stunned you then I'd move in for the kill or do a double leg take down and that wouldn't be good for whomever was under me

I want a real plan and execution here .. Kidney punches aren't going to work on me and my frame unless you have E.Ts reach

Just trying to help you out

Your opinion is usually valid IMHO but this wasn't created for lol purposes so right now your sounding like a salty Prick for some or reason ... This is a serious discussion topic and I'm interested in what most would do or say

I don't drink .... Should of read the first three lines Channing

@Diode sorry didn't listened just figured it was strategy

Peter Paul and Mary also turned shels vision into music

Didn't read you huggable galoot

It's list statistics and an injury report ... All for your advantage


Since when has the world become to lazy to read ?

The world iunno

Me

About 5 yrs

You get a friend pass @Victor

darce choke.

yes, please do bring it to the ground <3 <3 <3

The jab would keep you honest. If you don't plan on throwing a standing punch you're in trouble unless you could somehow grab my arm but I'm entirely too quick. Any attempts at a takedown with me will fail as you will meet a flury of fist or a knee to the head. Kidney shots will certainly work on you any body shot would no matter the flub. So the jab and kicks to create space, footwork, then if you somehow got into my space and tried to wrestle I'd wiggle free then the ground game would include head shots.

I'd kill you with kindness, Frank.

i'm 5'11 and 3/4 aka 6 ft if anyone is asking

265

fat man thuggin

i would grab you by the balls from behind and throw a flying knee into your tailbone, when joe tries to jump in i will pepper spray him and it will get lost in his jowels

than i would hopskotch on niggas faces till my ankles bad

juelz santana>eminem

See this is why I made this thread except for that last statement ... Santana is nice but to get on Ems level he would need a Nintendo power subscription, chest code book and a game genie

You already have niceweather

Idk what id do but id win. 10 years ago you was the baddest dude on 800 block tho.

I would sneak up on you in public and give you a swift kick, right in the butt

then I'd run

Yall would hug it out.

I'm too strong for you to wiggle away and body shots win in the boxing ring not street fights ... It's like rope a dope you could dance around me all you want I'd watch and wait .. I'm patient .... Your still not even playing to a single weakness so try again

This isn't boxing nor is it mma, I made this thread because I can tell who has actually been in a fight just by some answers ... Most street fights don't stay vertical after the first punch is thrown or I should say the first punchis close enough to connect ...

Obviously theres very few scenarios me and my brother would ever fight. It wasnt always like that tho.

I would still beat that ass... But I'd never have too

first punch im aiming at your nose /mouth region, I will be attempting to either break your nose or knock out your front teeth with that first shot. I will get an additional punch in that same area making a second attempt to break your nose or knock out your teeth. you will then grapple and take me down. land multiple punches ground a pound style. if I successfully get up I go in black out mode swinging haymaker after haymaker hockey fight style. you will do the same. it ends with us both worse the wear and we get a beer

Nigga you without me is like harold melvin without the bluenotes..

YOU'LL NEVER GO PLATINUM.

That's a real fight

In my experience when two people agree to fight it's more or less boxing. If a confrontation occurs unexpectedly then it can get wild and sloppy.

I would skillfully box you in a street fight its as simple as that. Some legwork and kicks as well.. I'm skilled and have hand speed so the fact that you'd try to brawl it out lets me know how fast I'd put the paws on you. Your strength is no match for my hand speed and power plus you probably have no stamina plus you have a bad leg that I'd kick and you'd start heaving punches and trying to wrestle out of desperation and become exasperated.

No one here can match me..

I like your enthusiasm I really do but I would break you in half... I'm not even trolling... It's just that simple

I don't care how fast you think you are or what you think you can do, I've caught faster and beaten more overly confident people into submission

We could even throw on some gloves if you wanted ... Last time I boxed a dude I knocked him through a closed sliding glass door with a left hook after dodging a right ... when he woke up 5 people were pulling glass shards out of his back ... And you know what he did he shook my hand and thanked me

True story my boy Johnny g was having a party and dudes was egging me to box this one dude who said he could knock anyone out , every time I boxed with a friend I'd hurt them so I didn't want to do it and told him that ... End results are always the same my friend, always

But id still lay you flatinum

Joe would easily destroy frank.

You can say what you would do at the end of the day I'm better than you and would beat the shit out of you. And I know this. Whether or not you believe it is irrelevant. If we ever cross paths we can meet with hands and then after you wake up from a 3 month coma you can log in to netcees and find out your account has been banned by me.

Aero is slowly becoming, Rawn Lite

Aero's the G.O.A.T

We can meet with hands as well.

first things I factor are ur obvious advantages in size an reach...I take the wrestling training into account as well, but I've done martial arts of varying styles for over 20 years so I'm not too worried about that outside of just being aware u will likely go for the scoop if it's presented...

I fight southpaw but I'm right handed an I expect with my size an training to have a solid advantage in speed an agility...also, my lower center of gravity will make it harder for u to go for the shoot, but my lighter weight will make it easier for u to bare strength lift me...

thus, assuming I can't blindside u cuz we are squaring off, I would start with the lead hand fake jab with a strong left hook immediately on top of it...however, that is also a fake, as my first blow is the front heel kick to the solar plexus...depending on ur stance, if it's more compact, I would go different route...

if to the solar plexus, I follow immediately with a right Thai kick a few inches above the bend of ur knee, grab ur throat with my left hand an push up an in with an immediate upwards out tearing motion to fracture the trachea...u will likely, if I'm not completely successful, scoop my left leg an take me down to the pavement...but anticipating this, I roll left to pull my leg from under u an complete a full 360 body turn...coming out of this u will probably be looking for me to kick an try to either offensively trap a leg or defensively cover up...either way, I kick my legs out behind me an drop full force into the back of ur neck (the mastoid process actually, just off to the side) with a knife hand psiform chop...this is followed by a knee directly to the crown as ur body jolts from the nerve strike...a few more psiform strikes to the mastoid process an it's beyond over...

if I ur in a more compact stance, I palm check ur lead hand an swing an overly wide hook full force with the other hand...I fully expect u to see this coming, I want u too actually...if u block it I follow with a knee strike to ur floating rob with the same side leg as I threw the hook then an uppercut from the other hand that I palm checked with originally...then to the throat tear...if u try to duck the hook I anticipate the counter shot an duck that in similar fashion an give u the reverse psiform chop with the immediate hook style psiform chop in tandem, both aimed at the exposed segment of the pneumogastric nerve in the side of ur neck...a knee strike to the charlie horse spot on ur mid thigh should bring u down a couple feet then I hook ur arm (I.e., I'm on ur right side, the knee is delivered from my left leg, I hook my right arm thru the front of ur right armpit) an I cinch it in tight as I spin down an to my left, getting under ur center of gravity an hook throw u over my shoulder...but instead of landing u on ur back, I rise up as I wheel u over then drop immediately to one knee while ur vertical so as to bring u down on ur skull...fight over...

if u go for a straight counter shot when I throw that wide left, I'm already keeping my chin well tucked, plus the palm check puts u in a bad angle to straight counter...so I'm just turning into my left an following the palm check with a defensive motion to cover my face as I slip left...I may take a glancing blow, but I can come underneath that with a full pivot left corkscrew hook to the backside of ur floating rib an a left knee to the MCL just above the bend in ur knee...throat grab with the right hand an we're done...

#gameover

Oh lawd.

I think ive experienced too much internet for today.

Idk last time he was trying to choke/fight my dad I gave him an over hand right that had him sitting on the bottom stairs of the basement in are older house with his head between his legs for a some time

It is literally the only time I have ever hit my brother and it was more instinctive then anything ... Kind of wish I wouldn't of hit him because to this day I feel like I could of just grabbed him and got him away from my dad and calmed him down. I don't even remember why they were at each other's throats he was a teen so it was probably something stupid

I guess I should note I was prob 21 and he was maybe 17-18 I think so some things have changed lol