You talking about when LeBron tried to chase him down but didn't get it and Kobe dunked son that was weak as hell. I don't even consider that getting dunked onI fought my pops 3 times and won twice. We fought when I was 14 (I lost) by the laundromat on Pitkin Ave.
Again when I was 17 (started out as naked slap boxing) down south at my uncle Bobby crib and the last time was a few years ago when Kobe dunked on Lebron at the All-Star game. I won the last two.
. We both boxed growing up so he has hands too. I played football but stopped during college (injury) and wrestled through HS. Got a scholarship for it but took the football scholly instead. We legit fought. Grown man fight. shyt is not for glory or bragging rights but to dominate. It was like the moment when the Alpha male lion and the adolescent male lion who has gotten too big a mane to stay in the pride kind of fight.I was concerned about his ability to absorb my punches and losing my mobility trying to deliver said punches and my ability to take his. After the first real exchange I came to a few conclusions:
I couldn't soften him up to take him down so I had to sacrifice taking a few shots for positioning to get his back, I had the space. I didnt think I could take two clean shots and stay up enough to defend myself right. I guessed I could take 1 clean blow (hopefully the second one) and a glancing one. Problem was I had to circle into his right to get position and that was his power hand so the second blow I needed to take would be the power.
I didnt have time to get him to lead with his right so I had no choice. I feinted a leg shoot so he would step back but he stepped in instead.
If i actually shot for it, I wouldve been fine with him stepping in because I shoot/drop over my right shoulder (im a southie) but since it was a feint, I stumbled back looking like I was scared and it pissed me off. I launched a lead left with everything behind it and he partially blocked it with his arm but I caught him just above his kidney as he was breathing I think. 
He stepped back but not as far as i wanted. He sidekicked right above his bad knee, he caught it but too late so he winced and basically let go. I figured it was now or never. Maybe I didnt need to eat those punches after all. 
I didnt ready my body for the motion to take off as fast as I wanted so I was way more sluggish than I thought I would be trying to step around and thats when I caught glimpse of that big fukking ham coming at me.
G, I aint never moved that fast in my life. I thought I used Instant Transmission or something 
. I didnt duck the entire punch and I couldnt get right arm up in time because it was already over his right shoulder so I got clipped and if my momentum hadnt carried me over around his back, I wouldve been 
. BUT, I got his back, I got his neck and cranked a RNC as hard as I could. He slammed me against the wall and fell back onto the table. I tried to stretch back so far that my feet were off the ground using the edge of table for leverage and he wasnt focused anymore on moving to get me off but to trying to pull my arm off his neck and thats when I knew. "I GOT YOUR ASS NOW". I stretched back so far off the table that my back was arched like damn whale breach
While all this is going on my sister is standing in the hallway home for christmas. She's seeing all this and since I've got his back and I can see her now and she has this look of concern. Not like "Damn, theyre fighting." but I saw for a moment what it looked like through her eyes and I saw that SHE saw, her little brother and her father are about to kill eachother. For a brief instance, I felt how strong my rage in that moment was and realized that I would not let go and would have killed my own father brehs 
........and while I didnt let go, I definitely eased up which was...........................a big ass mistake because my dad flipped around on me and with all my weight shifted back without my feet on the ground, he had all his upper body pushing down on me with extra leverage and commenced to throttle my neck like a muthafukka. Im sitting here blacking out thinking "
nikka I almost killed you and loosened up and you do THIS BULLshyt!?"
Im losing consciousness, hearing my sister scream at my dad to let me go and I think of one final last ditch effort. He's breathing hard as hell and grunting from effort to choke me with his mouth open. I tighten my neck to hold out for 2 seconds and I use all my strength and time it perfectly to jab my index and middle finger into his throat in an attempt to make him gag and give me a chance to roll out...........except I was maybe an inch to shallow. Then this nikka bite down on my fingers so fukking hard i thought he bit them clean the fukk off. Worst pain I could remember at that time. Flashes of killing this nikka for biting my fingers off and choking me when I spared yo big ass were overpowered by the pain in my hand....
I believe you misquoted me here friend.Mowgli, you are in your 50s. It's dope that your dad is still alive.
Well friend, if you held the choke long enough for him to stop moving you could have just picked up his legs, got the blood back i his brain and apologized to him. You honored your father by easing up and took your discipline for that.We did fight. I was basically 17 and cocky as fukk. 6'1, 195-205 All American in football, state champ favorite for two years in wrestling (didnt go to the finals either time lol). My dad was a pro athlete and stayed in shape years after. He got a bit of a beer belly but his shoulders, chest and arms are still
Not to get into details about why it started but once it did, I tested his hands. Heavy, slower than I thought but much sharper than I thought as well. I knew I could had an advantage of wrestling. He was bigger than me but not THAT much bigger than me to be worried about. I hit hard. I could always generate a huge amount of force because of my big ass legs but I got them from my Dad
1. I can hurt him. He didnt move much so I could tee off and I felt him "feel my punches".
2. He can REALLY hurt me. I felt his blows considerably more than he did mine.
3. I didn't think I could stand in front of him for more than 2 more exchanges.
At this point time was not on my side because I wouldnt be able to put him down with hands before he did me. I'd need maybe two more beyond where he could finish me. Soooooo: New Plan....And thats when I heard the gurgle. You can weeze and huff but once you gurgle, that thang is locked in there.
That was it it for me. Im done. Give me this L
You are a good son.
No I got my ass kicked by easing up.Well friend, if you held the choke long enough for him to stop moving you could have just picked up his legs, got the blood back i his brain and apologized to him. You honored your father by easing up and took your discipline for that.
He showed you mercy where you may not have so its obvious the one getting beaten, which was you, was in the best place because no one ended up dying.No I got my ass kicked by easing up.
of his 50s 
I was the one who showed HIM mercy and was repaid by getting throttled.
Are you sure you eased up out of mercy or because you really thought the fight was over and you could begin the cooling down phase.I was the one who showed HIM mercy and was repaid by getting throttled.
I hear what you're saying though.
That story was good as hell actually LOLI was the one who showed HIM mercy and was repaid by getting throttled.
I hear what you're saying though.
