Big talk and bigger fails. The most satisfying beatdowns are you witnessed.

Watched some college bro D-bags continually make fun of a rugby team out on a fancy dress and

costume bar crawl. The rugby players were all dressed as superheroes, wearing spandex outfits.

The head D-nozzle kept chirping at a massive dude wearing a Robin costume. The rugby guys ignored

the deepags for a while until head moron intentionally walked up and knocked Robin's pint out of his

hand. Robin proceeded to beat the stupid out of three guys, including head moron, all the while wearing

green spandex. It was poetic to wash. Of all the many athletes I would

not F with, rugby is at the top of my list, maybe even above actual fighters.

A couple of buddies and I finished work at 1am. We went to grab a bite at the Waffle House.

The guy manning the grill that night was a Polynesian gentleman named Isaac, who was about 5'4 in terms of both height and width.

The dude was built like a fire hydrant.

A drunk couple came in, acting all sloppy, talking crap and making a scene, and got booted

right as Isaac went to have a smoke break.

The guy got in Isaac's face, spit on him, and the entire restaurant got to watch as Isaac slowly

and methodically took off his apron and folded it up, took off his work shirt and folded it up,

and then turned back around and absolutely crumbled the guy. Like, I'm pretty sure that his

kids are going to be born with TBIs from the genetic memory of being punched in the face so hard.

Isaac, not even breathing all that hard,

turned back around, unfolded his shirt and put it back on, unfolded his apron and puts that

back on too, and is finishing his cigarette as the cops roll in to haul the guy away. That guy's

girlfriend got real cooperative in a real hurry. Rule number one for fighting, protect yourself

at all times. Rule number two for fighting. Protect yourself at all times. Rule number two for

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