Worst Ass Beating Ever ???
<HR style="COLOR: #b80000" SIZE=1><!-- / icon and title --><!-- message -->I constantly reading about , " I'll be u up , Im gonna slap him silly , dont fuck with me ! ,Wait til I see you at the Bash etc " , Lets throw our egos out the door for a moment and admit our own "Worst Asskicking ever" , we all gots a story how we have been sucker punched or out numbered , well , if you got the time ...... get it off your chest and let it all hang out .... , I'll go first
I've been sucker punched a few times but the single biggest asskicking I have endured happened when I was 19 in Tijuana. It was summer and I was spending a few weeks out west with some college buddies in San Diego and of course we had to hit TJ , but little did I know at the time that TJ hits back.
Two of my friends and I decided to venture over the border one particular evening , I can't really explain exactly what happened , because anyone that has ever been to Tijuana at age 19 can concur , that nobody really remembers much. It's just a lot of blurry images , and loud noise , and lots of Tequilla , which I permantly call Ti"killa" because of this trip. Anyways we were doing what 19 year olds do , looking for Snatch , drinking like railyard hobos , and starting trouble wherever we could find it.
The two kids I was with were pretty tough , an Italian named Sal , and an Irishman named Troy. Sal was college wrestler , Troy was a 3rd degree blackbelt in Karate , and I was just a wild swinging , quick ducking American. After numerous drinks at different locals , we were on our way home around 3 in the morning. At the time , I knew only a smidgeon of Spanish , and the taxi driver who was taking us back to the border obviously knew we were 3 inebriated gringos who had little clue to the scheme of things in Mey - He - Co.
After a 20 minute tour through scumsville , we realized he was juicing our fare and demanded for him to pull over. Sal was the only one who spoke any Spanish , even though I was convinced this Pendejo spoke english but was playing dumb.
When the Cab driver pulled over , Sal jumped out of the car (as drunk as the rest of us, if not the most) and began to bang his hands on the Taxis hood , yelling something about ripping us off. The Cab driver jumped out of his car and grabbed Sal around his throat trying to choke him out. Sal was surprised and was too fukked up to defend himself properly, so me and Troy came to his assistance. I grabbed the Cab driver behind and slammed him on his own hood , Sal was recovering , while Troy and I wailed on Chico relentlessly with a series of punches. Before I knew what happened , Chico (the cab driver) whilstled , the finger in mouth kind , real loud. He was getting his ass kicked, and the MOFO started to sing like a canary , whistling away while we pummeled him.
But , that whistle wasn't a sign of defeat , but wrather a signal for help. Because suddenly , several men came out of nowhere , a few taxis stopped on the street and their drivers came flying out , and before we knew what hit us , instead of us tripple teaming one guy, it was 15 guys on us 3. And let me tell you , it was RAINING fists , before I knew it , I was laying in the gutter in fetal posistion getting kicked and clawed every which way but loose. After what seemed like 20 minutes of torrential POUNDING , the three us were left for dead, bleeding and bruised in a huddled heap. We finally got up and found out, not only did we get the SHIT kicked out of us , we were also robbed. I was even missing the emergency $40 in my Shoe.
No money , licked clean of our pride we walked the streets looking for a way back to the border. We finally found the fence but were probably a mile away from the main crossing. I have very distorted images , but can remember climbing the border fence that night , over the barbwire and everything , I got cut up some more , but I was in such a drunk beaten stupor , I doubt a bed of hot coals or 500 pound gorilla could have stopped me. I wanted one thing only , a safe place to rest , to heal. When we on American soil , we followed the fence to the main crossing , and eventually found our car after an hour of arguing and groaning. Troy somehow , managed to drive off back to his house. The next morning, I was so out of of it I litterally had to crawl into the bathroom on all fours before I puked for about 5 angonizing minutes. I finanly did a pull up to the Mirror and saw someone I didn't recognize. I had two black eyes , a fat lip (top and bottom ) A cut on the back of my had , which later required 6 stiches. Two cracked ribs , and I was pissing blood for three days.
That was by biggest ass whipping of all time ................. It made me tougher though , and smarter.
Peace
PS - Remember if in Tijuana and you want to take on a "bean" you better be prepared for the whole "burrito" ...
<HR style="COLOR: #b80000" SIZE=1><!-- / icon and title --><!-- message -->I constantly reading about , " I'll be u up , Im gonna slap him silly , dont fuck with me ! ,Wait til I see you at the Bash etc " , Lets throw our egos out the door for a moment and admit our own "Worst Asskicking ever" , we all gots a story how we have been sucker punched or out numbered , well , if you got the time ...... get it off your chest and let it all hang out .... , I'll go first
I've been sucker punched a few times but the single biggest asskicking I have endured happened when I was 19 in Tijuana. It was summer and I was spending a few weeks out west with some college buddies in San Diego and of course we had to hit TJ , but little did I know at the time that TJ hits back.
Two of my friends and I decided to venture over the border one particular evening , I can't really explain exactly what happened , because anyone that has ever been to Tijuana at age 19 can concur , that nobody really remembers much. It's just a lot of blurry images , and loud noise , and lots of Tequilla , which I permantly call Ti"killa" because of this trip. Anyways we were doing what 19 year olds do , looking for Snatch , drinking like railyard hobos , and starting trouble wherever we could find it.
The two kids I was with were pretty tough , an Italian named Sal , and an Irishman named Troy. Sal was college wrestler , Troy was a 3rd degree blackbelt in Karate , and I was just a wild swinging , quick ducking American. After numerous drinks at different locals , we were on our way home around 3 in the morning. At the time , I knew only a smidgeon of Spanish , and the taxi driver who was taking us back to the border obviously knew we were 3 inebriated gringos who had little clue to the scheme of things in Mey - He - Co.
After a 20 minute tour through scumsville , we realized he was juicing our fare and demanded for him to pull over. Sal was the only one who spoke any Spanish , even though I was convinced this Pendejo spoke english but was playing dumb.
When the Cab driver pulled over , Sal jumped out of the car (as drunk as the rest of us, if not the most) and began to bang his hands on the Taxis hood , yelling something about ripping us off. The Cab driver jumped out of his car and grabbed Sal around his throat trying to choke him out. Sal was surprised and was too fukked up to defend himself properly, so me and Troy came to his assistance. I grabbed the Cab driver behind and slammed him on his own hood , Sal was recovering , while Troy and I wailed on Chico relentlessly with a series of punches. Before I knew what happened , Chico (the cab driver) whilstled , the finger in mouth kind , real loud. He was getting his ass kicked, and the MOFO started to sing like a canary , whistling away while we pummeled him.
But , that whistle wasn't a sign of defeat , but wrather a signal for help. Because suddenly , several men came out of nowhere , a few taxis stopped on the street and their drivers came flying out , and before we knew what hit us , instead of us tripple teaming one guy, it was 15 guys on us 3. And let me tell you , it was RAINING fists , before I knew it , I was laying in the gutter in fetal posistion getting kicked and clawed every which way but loose. After what seemed like 20 minutes of torrential POUNDING , the three us were left for dead, bleeding and bruised in a huddled heap. We finally got up and found out, not only did we get the SHIT kicked out of us , we were also robbed. I was even missing the emergency $40 in my Shoe.
No money , licked clean of our pride we walked the streets looking for a way back to the border. We finally found the fence but were probably a mile away from the main crossing. I have very distorted images , but can remember climbing the border fence that night , over the barbwire and everything , I got cut up some more , but I was in such a drunk beaten stupor , I doubt a bed of hot coals or 500 pound gorilla could have stopped me. I wanted one thing only , a safe place to rest , to heal. When we on American soil , we followed the fence to the main crossing , and eventually found our car after an hour of arguing and groaning. Troy somehow , managed to drive off back to his house. The next morning, I was so out of of it I litterally had to crawl into the bathroom on all fours before I puked for about 5 angonizing minutes. I finanly did a pull up to the Mirror and saw someone I didn't recognize. I had two black eyes , a fat lip (top and bottom ) A cut on the back of my had , which later required 6 stiches. Two cracked ribs , and I was pissing blood for three days.
That was by biggest ass whipping of all time ................. It made me tougher though , and smarter.
Peace
PS - Remember if in Tijuana and you want to take on a "bean" you better be prepared for the whole "burrito" ...
