Booked

Saturday

Hmmm

The best way to avoid such events, is to stay away from such type of events.

If i'm invited to any event, the venue and location will determine if I would go.

Been streetwise, you should know areas where such things can happen.

you'd notice that almost all the fight are because of a girl.

*spreads mat*

abbeylli:
Not everybody but most people had been involved in a fighting scene how did you escape.
I had like 4 occasions but let me share one.

There was a time i was invited to a birthday party though am not a party person but i got many invitations from that friend but didnt grant it so i just went to the party around 7pm they were cultist or something i couldnt be precise of on the sit i was. I had bottle sound been broken i calmed down remembered my mums advice dont follow bad friends. i first checked the two exit one was blocked with a guy holding cutlass the second was free but the door was closed i just had to risk it and go through the second exit with a chair i carried protecting it on my head with full speed to the second exit lo it opened i got outside dropped the chair bottles spread on the floor i thought to my self so na my head they for break these ones..

The stupid guy came the third day asking how i escaped....

Have you ever been caught up in a scene like this share you exprience

Mehn, its like watch too much Hollywood movies

Nurry:
I am a good child.
I don't do such

So am a bad child. Mama's boy

Pinopinoguy:
Mehn, its like watch too much Hollywood movies

did one pass Hollywood sef..

the last tym i had an xperience lyk dat. I fought and killed evry1. #JAMES BOND....

nnepep:
Good girls lyk me dnt involve in such act

i dey look you with one eye

Sorry, never been in one

I haven't engaged in a free for all fight because I'm not a party person and dislike staying in crowded places. However, I have engaged in about 4 one-one-one fights which I came out victories. The last one which resulted in a torn mouth had be swearing not to fight again since I had to foot the bill of the guy. It was then I was told that I had a single bone. Still don't know till today what that means.

Sveen:
There was this certain Sunday that I and my pals decided to go play football, we dressed up and got to the field; but we met other set of peeps playing therein. Meanwhile, we are more than them in person and we decided to make use of that opportunity to send them of the field.

But these peeps were having none of it, suddenly an argument ensued, and a guy(in the other group) descended on one of my pals. We were supposed to let them fight, but I knew my pal his weak, he cannot take on the guy on his own and I jumped in, forming Mike tyson, I dealt him a mortal blow and he staggered backwards.

Before I know it, three guys descended on me, one was welding a broken bottle and another was holding what I presume to be a charm, while the last one was welding a plank. Da fuq, all these were gonna be used on me, I am so dead.

Suddenly, I felt a rush of air across my face and footsteps behind me, my legs were on motion, running as fast as it could go, but I was very sure I wasn't the one controlling them because I didn't even thing of running away before the assault.

I ran for a mile and I stopped when I was sure they weren't behind me anymore, and when I returned to the field with my own plank and bottle, I met my pals playing football with the supposed guys; the same peeps that wanted to kill me. Right there, I swore never to get in a fight because of a friend again in this milky way.

O boy good morning o hehehehe

Dottore:
Gentlemen don't fight. Now don't tell me about the fighting rep members. Most of them are opportunistt low life touts. Suits alone doesn't make a grbtkeman

Dottore:
Gentlemen don't fight. Now don't tell me about the fighting rep members. Most of them are opportunistt low life touts. Suits alone doesn't make a grbtkeman

See awon Omo Ole forming Jet Lee!

My advice to the impressionable youths here,
When the shiit hits the fan, don't play no hero,
Tuck your tail between your legs and skedadle!

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Sveen:
There was this certain Sunday that I and my pals decided to go play football, we dressed up and got to the field; but we met other set of peeps playing therein. Meanwhile, we are more than them in person and we decided to make use of that opportunity to send them of the field.

But these peeps were having none of it, suddenly an argument ensued, and a guy(in the other group) descended on one of my pals. We were supposed to let them fight, but I knew my pal his weak, he cannot take on the guy on his own and I jumped in, forming Mike tyson, I dealt him a mortal blow and he staggered backwards.

Before I know it, three guys descended on me, one was welding a broken bottle and another was holding what I presume to be a charm, while the last one was welding a plank. Da fuq, all these were gonna be used on me, I am so dead.

Suddenly, I felt a rush of air across my face and footsteps behind me, my legs were on motion, running as fast as it could go, but I was very sure I wasn't the one controlling them because I didn't even thing of running away before the assault.

I ran for a mile and I stopped when I was sure they weren't behind me anymore, and when I returned to the field with my own plank and bottle, I met my pals playing football with the supposed guys; the same peeps that wanted to kill me. Right there, I swore never to get in a fight because of a friend again in this milky way.

This one gidigan..

Aminat508:
Am. Coming, chai i have alot to say ooo

we are waiting o,na girls fight dey always make sense pass

Sveen:
There was this certain Sunday that I and my pals decided to go play football, we dressed up and got to the field; but we met other set of peeps playing therein. Meanwhile, we are more than them in person and we decided to make use of that opportunity to send them of the field.

But these peeps were having none of it, suddenly an argument ensued, and a guy(in the other group) descended on one of my pals. We were supposed to let them fight, but I knew my pal his weak, he cannot take on the guy on his own and I jumped in, forming Mike tyson, I dealt him a mortal blow and he staggered backwards.

Before I know it, three guys descended on me, one was welding a broken bottle and another was holding what I presume to be a charm, while the last one was welding a plank. Da fuq, all these were gonna be used on me, I am so dead.

Suddenly, I felt a rush of air across my face and footsteps behind me, my legs were on motion, running as fast as it could go, but I was very sure I wasn't the one controlling them because I didn't even thing of running away before the assault.

I ran for a mile and I stopped when I was sure they weren't behind me anymore, and when I returned to the field with my own plank and bottle, I met my pals playing football with the supposed guys; the same peeps that wanted to kill me. Right there, I swore never to get in a fight because of a friend again in this milky way.

lmao

grin88:

you are not a good person. Be a peacemaker.

Fighting is not good!
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Mine happened back then while in secondary sch. We had a Jss3 end of session party in a karaoke bar, I was a gentle guy back then , even till nw.

I think that was the first time I tasted alcohol, while in my sober mood somebody grabbed the mic from my gf and started singing , to me all I cud hear was a croaking sound and it was annoying. I shouted at the guy to keep quiet and he continued. I approached him and seized the mic, flung it away and walked back to my table.

The guy, together with his gang approached my table. These guys were area bois who crash parties.
The one who seemed to be their leader mumbled a few words, raised his hands to dash me slap but I used my left arm to wave his blow and with my right fist I made him pummelled down a distance of about 20metres.

The other guys were shocked, they rushed me with planks and bottls, I fought restlessly and brutalized them all mercilessly.

I stuck my fist inside the first guys mouth and pulled out his lungs. The second guy rushed me witth his broken bottle and I slapped it off and spun him around grabbed his spinal cord and pulled it off.
At this moment I was really possesed by the happy moment, I reached out to the 3rd guy and severed his face with my fist.
The rest ran off, the NPF then 'swung into action' ... till date, they still look for me in Smallville not knowing I'm now based in Gotham City.

Yes oooo!!!!!

Was hanging out wiv some fwends in the evening at a garden within the campus, saw them rushing a gal to the skool clinic having been sprayed nd ignited...

As dem pass, it was not up to a minute see crowd, in a wink it was free for all fight btw two families.
Turning back, my friends, everyone at d garden had disappeared. Being a ghost I decided to move close to the fight before I could say jack I was in between cous the more populated family was over powering the other nd chasing them back.

I jst gently go near the hostel wall close by tanda dey view mortal combat until it was certain som1 was going to die b4 playing d Red cross to save a soul..

Wen calm was restored, all my niggaz don turn female cous dey all ran to d female hostel...

Dottore:
Gentlemen don't fight. Now don't tell me about the fighting rep members. Most of them are OPPORTUNISTT low life touts. Suits alone doesn't make a GRBTKEMAN

Bro you need SwiftKey™

We roll with Israeli made TAVOR rifles. We don't fight with bottles or cutlass.

abbeylli:
Not everybody but most people had been involved in a fighting scene how did you escape.
I had like 4 occasions but let me share one.

There was a time i was invited to a birthday party though am not a party person but i got many invitations from that friend but didnt grant it so i just went to the party around 7pm they were cultist or something i couldnt be precise of on the sit i was. I had bottle sound been broken i calmed down remembered my mums advice dont follow bad friends. i first checked the two exit one was blocked with a guy holding cutlass the second was free but the door was closed i just had to risk it and go through the second exit with a chair i carried protecting it on my head with full speed to the second exit lo it opened i got outside dropped the chair bottles spread on the floor i thought to my self so na my head they for break these ones..

The stupid guy came the third day asking how i escaped....

Have you ever been caught up in a scene like this share you exprience

My friend was having squabbles with my landlady's son and the boy dey claim hard man onto say he be cultist. I told him to cool down and before I could open my eyes, he landed me a blow and that day, I was ill but as par a man with a single bone, I hit him back and out came two of his teeth. His mother and wife came and joined him to fight me: they bite all my body with scars still on my face, chest and tight till today.
Men, that was the closest shave I had with death cos the guy regrouped and brought 12 of his gang to panel-beat me, they tried to remove my teeth but e no work so they broke my hand, na God save me.
But one thing is certain: cultists are cowards; they believe in crowd mentality.

Sveen:
There was this certain Sunday that I and my pals decided to go play football, we dressed up and got to the field; but we met other set of peeps playing therein. Meanwhile, we are more than them in person and we decided to make use of that opportunity to send them of the field.

But these peeps were having none of it, suddenly an argument ensued, and a guy(in the other group) descended on one of my pals. We were supposed to let them fight, but I knew my pal his weak, he cannot take on the guy on his own and I jumped in, forming Mike tyson, I dealt him a mortal blow and he staggered backwards.

Before I know it, three guys descended on me, one was welding a broken bottle and another was holding what I presume to be a charm, while the last one was welding a plank. Da fuq, all these were gonna be used on me, I am so dead.

Suddenly, I felt a rush of air across my face and footsteps behind me, my legs were on motion, running as fast as it could go, but I was very sure I wasn't the one controlling them because I didn't even thing of running away before the assault.

I ran for a mile and I stopped when I was sure they weren't behind me anymore, and when I returned to the field with my own plank and bottle, I met my pals playing football with the supposed guys; the same peeps that wanted to kill me. Right there, I swore never to get in a fight because of a friend again in this milky way.

Baba I swear to God!!!! Som friends re waste to have..

Went clubbing wiv 5 guyz on our way out som1 tried oppressing a fwend nd I came in btw...

I swear I was so drunk that if I throw a punch I find mysef on d floor, in d presence of friends these 2 guyz, that in d nxt world can't confront mii wen my eyez re clear bundled me in a car drove mii to 2nd rainbow nd dealth wiv mii that I could feel d pain after 2 weeks...

shadowgwalker:
Mine happened back then while in secondary sch. We had a Jss3 end of session party in a karaoke bar, I was a gentle guy back then , even till nw.

I think that was the first time I tasted alcohol, while in my sober mood somebody grabbed the mic from my gf and started singing , to me all I cud hear was a croaking sound and it was annoying. I shouted at the guy to keep quiet and he continued. I approached him and seized the mic, flung it away and walked back to my table.

The guy, together with his gang approached my table. These guys were area bois who crash parties.
The one who seemed to be their leader mumbled a few words, raised his hands to dash me slap but I used my left arm to wave his blow and with my right fist I made him pummelled down a distance of about 20metres.

The other guys were shocked, they rushed me with planks and bottls, I fought restlessly and brutalized them all mercilessly.

I stuck my fist inside the first guys mouth and pulled out his lungs. The second guy rushed me witth his broken bottle and I slapped it off and spun him around grabbed his spinal cord and pulled it off.
At this moment I was really possesed by the happy moment, I reached out to the 3rd guy and severed his face with my fist.
The rest ran off, the NPF then 'swung into action' ... till date, they still look for me in Smallville not knowing I'm now based in Gotham City.

ichidodo:
Well, if you count the terrible experience of being shot at multiple times in Ak-47 short busts at less than 20 yards and having your feet sprayed by bits of Nsukka-Opi road asphalt displaced by ricochetting bullets as you ran for cover... Although we loved the later scene where we tried disarming the silly Ak-47 wielding cop but got only his mopol berret as riot-trophy. Do you know mobile police berrets are hand made? Some with exquisite craftsmanship, like our seven year old riot-trophy..

Dats unn 2009 riot. I c u bro ;Da