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<blockquote data-quote="Johnny Drama" data-source="post: 1520051" data-attributes="member: 554719">This big guy Matt picked on me constantly from 5th-9th grade. Finally in 9th grade he came behind me and yanked my pants down, just so happened to take my boxers with it.&nbsp; Plenty of people got to see the love machine.&nbsp; Well, I got pissed, pulled my pants up and proceeded to tey my best at kicking the shit out of him.&nbsp; Needless to say he kicked my ***.&nbsp; Sat on me, farted and everything....He eventualy moved off somewhere ~30 miles away.&nbsp; I would see him at every football or baseball game I played in or went to for the rest of my high school years.I went off to collage and joined a ferternity Sigma Pi.&nbsp; One night at a party I happen to glance over and see old Matt...He proceded to talk a bunch of crap and tell every story of the terror he caused me.&nbsp; Well, being that he was in my house didnt go to well for him.&nbsp; 3 of my frat buddies grabbed him and took him to the basement.&nbsp; I casually walked down there to meet him.&nbsp; My frineds and big bro were ready to kick the shit out of him when I told them that I wanted to fight him fair.Started off lame as usual with shoving.&nbsp; Finally I called his sister a **** licker and he came at me.&nbsp; I jabbed him a few times in the nose and mouth, then proceeded to knoch 3 of his teeth out with a left hook.&nbsp; As he held his jaw I pulled is pants down and pulled his shirt over his head.&nbsp; proceeded to uppercut him in the jaw until he passed out.&nbsp; I have seen him twice since that day and he wont look me in the eyes.Only time I have ever really lost my composure.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Johnny Drama, post: 1520051, member: 554719"] This big guy Matt picked on me constantly from 5th-9th grade. Finally in 9th grade he came behind me and yanked my pants down, just so happened to take my boxers with it. Plenty of people got to see the love machine. Well, I got pissed, pulled my pants up and proceeded to tey my best at kicking the shit out of him. Needless to say he kicked my ***. Sat on me, farted and everything.... He eventualy moved off somewhere ~30 miles away. I would see him at every football or baseball game I played in or went to for the rest of my high school years. I went off to collage and joined a ferternity Sigma Pi. One night at a party I happen to glance over and see old Matt...He proceded to talk a bunch of crap and tell every story of the terror he caused me. Well, being that he was in my house didnt go to well for him. 3 of my frat buddies grabbed him and took him to the basement. I casually walked down there to meet him. My frineds and big bro were ready to kick the shit out of him when I told them that I wanted to fight him fair. Started off lame as usual with shoving. Finally I called his sister a **** licker and he came at me. I jabbed him a few times in the nose and mouth, then proceeded to knoch 3 of his teeth out with a left hook. As he held his jaw I pulled is pants down and pulled his shirt over his head. proceeded to uppercut him in the jaw until he passed out. I have seen him twice since that day and he wont look me in the eyes. Only time I have ever really lost my composure. [/QUOTE]

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