[Westernesse]

And so I am here again. Hooray.


I am wondering what have been some of the most epic fights and victories you have had? What have you learned from those fights, and what was great, and what was negative? I mean usually physical fights like fist fights. Stuff in the political sphere that have not been necessarily physical applies too.

Any kind of victories you've had in arguments, political sort of things, victories against nature, victories against yourself. Basically any kind of event that made you feel like you've "won".

I am sure many of you have interesting stories to tell and I would like some good reading material. Hope all is going well for you all.

[philosophical_recovery]

One time I fought 31 white knights in a club and won.

[spokepoker]

Did you chase after them and tell them to "Go Home!" ?

[Paracelsus]

(01-13-2016 01:01 AM)philosophical_recovery Wrote:  

One time I fought 31 white knights in a club and won.

C'mon phil, we all know Little Dark was your wingman that night.

[philosophical_recovery]

(01-13-2016 01:33 AM)Paracelsus Wrote:  

(01-13-2016 01:01 AM)philosophical_recovery Wrote:  

One time I fought 31 white knights in a club and won.

C'mon phil, we all know Little Dark was your wingman that night.

Who do you think 31st was?

[2Wycked]

(01-13-2016 01:28 AM)spokepoker Wrote:  

Did you chase after them and tell them to "Go Home!" ?

Guys, the focus isn't the fight here. It's the control that one bitch had over 30 white knights. Geez.

I guess that would count as her "greatest victory."

[RoastBeefCurtains4Me]

This thread isn't going the way the OP expected.

[Dominance]

I once got into a fight in highschool and when my taekwondo didn't work I got punched in the face and thrown over a bin. I learnt that if you're going to be thrown over a bit make it a plastic bin cos it won't hurt as much as a punch in the face.

[Mr. Pink]

*Dox Defense*

[Westernesse]

Such awesome. Much entertaining. Great victory.


Ok. Probably one of the best fights I had was when some asshole was beating on my brother. He said that he had the asshole on top of him being face washed and then suddenly the weight was gone. I face washed the guy and had a scuffle with him. It was rather comical too which was nice.

I used to have a great rage problem in Elementary School during the beginning of the safety nazi regime. Kids would pick on me, assault me, generally be assholes. So one time a guy was being an asshat and I kicked him and broke his finger. Then his buddy wound up and kicked me straight in the balls and it was one of the most painful things I had endured up to that point. I would get into fights every few weeks or so and trips to the Prinicpal's Office were common.

When I got into a rage I'd be like a spastic and just going nutters. There was a " zero tolerance" for bullying and violence. Other students would continue to be unpleasant just more subltle and bitch like behavior.

[Westernesse]

If you could fight anyone alive or dead who would you fight and why?

Who would be your wingman?

[Paracelsus]

I don't know who I'd fight but I'd want Jesus as my wingman.

He would make the bar tab much, much cheaper.

[Sam Malone]

^^

[Jazzman92]

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[Hardy Daytona]

I'm not sure if you'd call this a victory per se but since my having taken the Red Pill circa 2 years ago it was unquestionably the moment when I turned my back on some of my former attributes.
Also it's an opportunity for me to provide documentation of the event and to organize it in my own mind. So here it is.

Back when I was still blue pill, I had a pretty large circle of friends composed of all the dregs of society, ranging from NEETs to faggots, deviants and even a tranny (whom I affectionately nicknamed Aerosmith after Dude Looks Like a Lady) Of course we professed the inconsequential platitudes of kinship and bonding despite only meeting en masse a few times a year.
Then I swallowed the Red Pill and started the journey of self-improvement. I got my ass down the gym, I started reading a lot more and generally investigating the why behind everything far more than I ever had in the past. As a result I had far more information in my arsenal that was augmented by first-hand evidence.
Something else was different as well. Among my friends I started to notice little things that bugged me - nobody was punctual, niceties were professed but never acted upon and everybody just seemed far more motley than they had in the past. I even gave one girl a dressing down for taking a picture of me smoking a cigar because it was something she'd never seen before - nothing could have screamed a lack of life experience more than that.
I questioned the values that they held and the opinions they spouted as being unfounded by empirical evidence and based on nothing more than espoused dogma. Of course I was chewed out but it was what I'd come to expect.

About a year ago, we were all set for one of our meetings when I was told that it was no longer on the ballot since the organizer had too many work commitments and was unavailable for the event. So I shrugged it off and decided to roll solo since there'd be less logistical complications and no baggage to deal with.
While I was out and about I ran into a couple of guys from our group. I figured they'd decided to do the same but after some light questioning they revealed that the original plan was still happening.
After doing a little investigative research I found the idiots had posted photos on facebook for anyone to see. Needless to say, I was pissed at having been lied to and decided to confront the group's de facto leader.
Coming across some mutual friends, they relayed the necessary information for me to find him. Clearly they hadn't gotten the memo.

I found him and grabbed him before loudly saying in front of a crowd "We need to have a conversation. Now." First I noted how he was present after claiming the contrary some months prior. At first he tried to pass it off that he was there because of a spur-of-the-moment decision but then I confronted him with the photographic evidence. His mannerism immediately became uncertain and defensive. He was rumbled and he knew it. As the conversation progressed he struggled to maintain constant eye contact and his body language was fidgety, indicative of discomfort and a desire to flee.
I should also point out that on no less than 2 occasions, we were approached by white knights who tired to intervene on his behalf. I batted them away easily enough.
Eventually I wrestled something resembling the truth from him. Apparently the group had become disillusioned with my behavior and attitudes since my having taken the Red Pill. They held a secret vote and decided to kick me out. Of course nobody ever had the guts to tell me to my face.
I smirked when he told me that the sentiment was nigh-universal and said "17 to 1 huh? That's pretty good odds......for me." It goes without saying that he accepted no personal responsibility and was trying to weasel his way out of the consequences of his actions.
I ended the conversation abruptly by saying "Well, since you're the supposed leader, I want you to take a message to those deviants and cowards. As of this moment, every single one of you is now dead to me. The only time I ever want to see any of your names ever again is when I read them in the obituary of the papers" before about-facing and marching off.
Perhaps I could have been a little more detached during the confrontation but overall I was satisfied with the results.

That was my first test of conviction since embarking on the journey of self-improvement and my reaction could be summed up thusly: