Disman..this isn't a ......n chuck norris movie!
Okay, so you wanted to hear "Piledriver on the rocks" eh?
You got it.
In 8th grade, there was this 7th grader who liked to talk **** on the bus...he was actually bigger than me, but in the flabby zone. Anyway, he tripped me once on the bus...we got off at the same bus stop.
So, he gets out, I get out, he turns around and starts talking crap. Of course, I didn't talk much back then. So, he gets punched. Well, he was bigger...it didn't phase him much. He charges me, we wrestle a bit on the sidewalk. The sidewalk was next to rocks (as it is in the desert landscape) and I was a wrestling fan. He charged me...I picked him up between my legs and BLAM! down on his head he goes.
He lost his fight in him...but I keep going. Drag him to street, smack his head against the asphalt...about 3 times. He gives up. We both sit on the curb.
He picks the rocks out of his head. I help him by actually wiping the dirt off his back. We shake hands, agreeing who won. He never messes with me again and we became good "Back up buddies" for the times that fights are about to break out. (His friends didn't like me, but he made sure they didn't mess with me.)
Lesson: You always find friends in the weirdest situations...and you never know when your worst enemy will watch your back for you.
lol...I forgot "Baseball bats beat guns"....that was the last "fight" I was ever in. But we can talk about that later.
I forgot to add...I had to pick some rocks out of my .... When you piledriver somebody on rocks hard enough where it sticks to the top of their head, you ... also gets a few rocks in it.