>>2011403>>2011527Heres a story about me and my step brother, mma style and a stick.
So when i was into halo like a fucking whore on heat
I used to grab sticks and make believe it was the assult rifle.
Anyway, i was in perth on vacation with my family and cousins.
All us kids would get kicked out of the house as soon as we woke up to daylight and wasn't allowed back till just before dark.
I would run around like a fucking sickcunt with mah stick thinking i was wasting covenant scum.
I would play with this stick all day, to pass the time and then my brother wanted a go.
>The day has comeStanding in the blue corner, weighing in at 60 kgs and 5 foot, Mcfucking Stickfag
And in the red corner weighing in at 110 kgs, 7 foot tall. He has father issues, and an ape as a mother, bigfoot jr
I never thought about till now, but my stepdad was a short ass and his ex was 7 foot 2. She had a thing for midgets i think.
Anyway, so me and my step brother go at, I'm throwing punches and he is just flicking me away like a fly. But i fought with passion and i wasn't giving up my stick. I'll bleed and have a concussion before i let that stick go.
And that i did. He hit me in the jaw and i dropped like a rock, but i didn't give up. My stick needed me, and i needed it.
I grab that motherfuckers leg and held on for dear life.
So mind you we're in this soon to be playground and it's just dirt patch with houses all around.
I pretty sure we have a few people watching from there homes, a fucking small dickhead taking on a titan.
I was david and he was goliath but guess who felt that stone. It was me, in my desperate struggle, i didn't see thid fucker pick up a small rock.
It all happen in a second
I was down for the count, that rock fucked my skull like a bitch. I lost my stick that day, but i went 9 rounds, a hole in my forehead and kept my pride for that beloved stick.
Anyway that's it for me. I'm heading off to bed.
