Heaps of fights at every school I went to. Infact, the rate of fights per week of any school would consistently peak during my stay.
I was in a few, but mostly I coerced idiots and losers into fighting eachother. It's basically "what I did at school" rather than study. I became EXTREMELY good at it. And still am.
Some very entertaining fights, but something you soon learn about losers is how bad they are at fighting. Often they were incapable of hurting eachother.
There were enough exceptions for fond memories though.
There weren't many horriffic beat downs at my schools, but there were in the town I grew up in and loitered around as a punk teenager.
I saw one guy have his legs held spread eagle by a mob of aborigines, and then be repeatedly kicked in the nuts so many times that one person who was watching litterally vomitted. The victim also had all of his piercings (which were every stupid place they could be) yanked out violently, and his face stomped on, before the nut assault. He didn't awake untill a few days later in hospital.
I've also seen a guy get beaten with a pipe untill he was dazed and struggling to get up, at which point a dog was set upon him. Eventually the dog was pulled off the mess of a man(actually I suppose boy is more appropriate), and the assailants mosied off. But then the wierdest thing happened. A skinny crying guy came running back, straddled the helpless victim, and pummelled his face with heavy fists for some time. His sobbing only gaining momentum as his assault progressed.
He eventually seemed to wear himself out, at which point he rolled off to the side of the victim, wiped his nose on his sleave, and ran away, still weeping loudly.
We were so shocked by the force of the hits, and the prior events, that it wasn't untill hours later that we asked eachother "and why the fuck was that dude crying? haha, what the fuck? that made no sense at all".
To this day, no one has any idea. It was truely bizarre.
One time I was involved in the beating of a very large girl.
She was acting the overly dominant enforcer at a party, telling everyone what to do and generally being a nazi.
Me and my friends were being smartasses to her and she would threaten to kill us. She was actually going to get these huge(adult in other words) white trash dudes with beards to come and kick our ass right when the police showed up.
Usually police would show up at the front of a party and kind of sheepishly ask if they could talk to someone, but this time they just stormed in and everyone scattered into this forest which the party house backed onto.
The police were scanning the hills with spotlights and all that sort of crap and it was a massive commando effort to escape. Eventually we were spat out of the forest onto some back street and we started walking in the general direction of my house. Suddenly the large authority girl stumbled out of the forest in front of us, panting heavily.
Our eyes just lit up, and the expression on her face made it clear she knew we were going to kick her ass. She knew she deserved it, and that there was no viable alternative.
She cowered and covered her face as we circled her like wolves and proceeded to kick and punch at her mammoth frame. To little affect at first. There was a real festive mood to this beatdown. We laughed and skipped with glee as we delivered blow after blow, slowly but surely making a dent in this ungodly behemoth. As she weakened, our bond as buddies strengthened in accordance.
I noted one of my friends was aroused by a bulge in his billabong cargo shorts(which were the style at the time).
Usually we would rip on eachother mercilessly for the slightest discretion. But on this night, the fact his body was preparing for sex at such an inappropriate time didn't warrant the scorn and mockery it usually would.
For these 10-15 minutes, we were true friends.
It remains a defining moment in the memories I have of growing up, when this redwood toppled over and crashed onto the road with a thud and groan. She lay still, trying to play possum, but her fat ugly face gave her away when she tried to slightly open her eyes without us noticing.
What was once a mountain of rabid authority, was suddenly a scared oversized little girl again, and our work was done.
My friend spat on her meaty forehead, and with uncontrallable laughter we ran triumphantly into the night.
That walk home was something else, it was punctuated emphatically when we met up with a friend who stayed at the party. He was laughing at us, "aaaahahaha, dicks, why'd you run away? I was able to just walk straight past them", his smug expression crumbled like an abandoned warehouse when we let him know what he missed out on.
The beating was technically quite tame, but it was definately the greatest most perfect set of events I've ever experienced.
I've seen horrible beatings, but the school ones I saw were pretty minor.
I've seen horrible torturings at school, where everyone has some little nerd and is doing horrible things to them. But because the assailants weren't angry and serious I don't see such things in the same light, even though sometimes the victim was technically assaulted quite severely.
This just displays how politically correct anti-white racism has been drilled into countries like America, Britain and Australia by gullible morons.
There is something surreal about a community of white people applauding the beating of a little white girl by a mob of african savages.
It just makes no sense. It's against everything the world has ever stood for.
Racial tolerance is a necessity in the modern world, but this story shows this sentiment explosively prolapsing out of the ass of society. What's most chilling is how comfortable society is wearing it's bowels on the outside.
It's akin to lions tenderly patting the backs of hyenas while they tear their cubs apart.
The whole thing is morbidly twisted, and I see a future with black people owning willing white slaves.