Yeah. F@#$ the Marquis de Queensbury. They’re using broken bottles, trash cans and shivs, and they seriesly expect you to go into your corners at the bell, etc.? F@#$ them all. Cancel culture cuts both ways. Do it.
“They’re using broken bottles, trash cans and shivs, and they seriesly expect you to go into your corners at the bell, etc.?”
Reminds me of a chick that wanted to fight me in Army Basic Training. She harassed me for a week or so, and I ignored her, then one day stood up to her and said, ‘Let’s Go!’
I also said, “But, before hand, let’s set some ground rules, because in all honesty, I’ve never fought another girl before. So, if I have you down, can I slam your head into the ground until it splits open like a melon? If we’re tussling, and there’s a sharp stick nearby for me to grab, can I use it to gouge out your eyeballs? And do I get to KEEP your eyeballs? If I can get a hold of a rock, can I use it to smash in your cute little nose, leaving a big HOLE in the middle of your FACE? How about your hair? Is THAT off-limits? Because if I can grab a handful, I’m gonna yank it out! And then I’m going to grab another handful and yank THAT out, too! Just what ARE the rules when girls fight? Is this to the DEATH? Because if so, you’d BETTER call your Mama and tell her you loved her, right now.”
She said, ‘Beotch! I was just joshin’ with ya’ and she never bothered me again. She also washed out of Basic Training. *SNORT*
And all the other girls watching that day never bothered me, either. And I was TINY back then - five-foot nothing and about 99 pounds at the time, LOL!
I just wanted to know what was considered, ‘fair.’ ;)