Field Marshall Bradley
Veteran
Yeah... he mollywhopped me when I was 18.... but I bounced the shyt out of his ass when I was 23... Father Time is undefeated
Ever fight your dad?
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If you can even call it a fight. When I was a kid we were play wrestling and i just got really mad cuz he was overpowering me and I started getting really mad and serious and was trying really hard and got so frustrated I ended up swinging on him and he just shoulder blocked it and put me in a headlock like it was nothing. Then told me to brush my teeth and go to bed 
. I was steaming
. I was steaming
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Ms. Quick
“If I don’t eat breakfast I’m fking pissed off!”
If he did any type of taunting handrolling shyt he definitely picked up some 52 somewhere I kno bgf second home is D.C. y'all nikkas crazy
Plan to engage in combat with your father like a Saiyan, brehs
Dead ass gotta get in the hyperbolic chamber tonight if I have a chance to knock this nikka out
Indiglow Meta (R$G)
Ultra.
He actually did...I leaned back on my "power foot"...he looked at me like
and said "oh, don't do that" before I even swung, ate the two for some type of test and then caught my shyt. My NY brehs actually taught me a lil bit of that but I guess you have to learn in the joint to know. I ain't even from DC...just lived there a lot. He from there.
This ass whooping happened in Florida.
Indiglow Meta (R$G)
Ultra.
Old head punches have a different effect.
You will be a different person after this.
Especially because it's your dad and you have some type of "chance" as a man.
Twice.. first time I put a hole in his wall because he broke my gameboy. I was like fukk it nikka you can fix it, you the maintenance man at the complex lol. He swung on me and we go at it... he got me Couple years later I’m a lil older. He was suppose to give me and my sister 300 each for school clothes. I did something to piss him off. I get to his crib he say
“that 300 is now 250”I’m like what .... he says say something else and it’s 200... I’m like wtf you talking bout nikka.. he say 200!!
At that point I’m like fukk it and keep saying slick shyt until he said 100 lmao.. I lost it and swung on him. Sister sitting there watching the whole thing like
And 
I got the best of him that time. After the fight I was leaving and decide I’m gon be like Mookie in do the right thing
Grabbed his lil Webber grill and tried to throw it through his patio sliding door. shyt was plexiglass so I had to hold that L. I turn around to walk away and out of nowhere he rush me and two piece me. I went back to my mama house
Henri Christophe
Son Of Afrika
He taught me how to fight.
So we've squared up for fun multiple times.
After 13, it also became a standard method of discipline.
My pops is extremely in shape.
I've gotten my ass beat plenty times but I've fought back a couple times and there was a full blown fight inside the house one time..... Like on some street shyt LOL
Mama had to come and calm things down.
I love my pops. Real nikka for life.
So we've squared up for fun multiple times.
After 13, it also became a standard method of discipline.
My pops is extremely in shape.
I've gotten my ass beat plenty times but I've fought back a couple times and there was a full blown fight inside the house one time..... Like on some street shyt LOL
Mama had to come and calm things down.
I love my pops. Real nikka for life.
I don’t know his strength, but I still think he’s stronger so if I don’t do some intense training now, I’ll rely on my speed but man oh man if I take this dub over himOld head punches have a different effect.
You will be a different person after this.
might be a top 3 moment in life
Dad was a drill sgt in the army and the did the gulf war twice I got shipped back to Miami from Germany when he had to do the second one and i started acting out I had gotten into all kinds of fukkery (breaking into houses, fights, sellin rocks, bad grades, suspensions) when he was gone and had been talking back to my g-ma and aunts/uncles I remember til this day..... I had on a red rag on my head like pac 
that was the way to tell if you were really out here in the streets like that.....We had just stole mangos of out this lady's yard and were about to 
I saw this crowd of all my folks gathering in the driveway cheering ect im like 
Well my Dad wanted to surprise us with a visit and let us know he's back for good. He was in full military uniform. I was so mad he "left" us in Miami man, I saw my sisters and brother crying, hugging him and played it cool like "I'll be over here whatever" I missed the hell outta my dad man but I was young and didn't know how to deal with my emotions.... a few brehs on here (thecoli) met my pops, he was and still is built like and looks like prime mike tyson. He walks over to me and is like "So i hear you a gangsta now 
" Im like "man what you want 
" He snatches the rag off my head and was like "what the fukk is this 
" I try and snatch it back and thats when I felt my pops strength
a simple stiff arm damn near killed me 
So I get more pissed, hurt and prideful and I clinch both my fist tight like I wanna fight I have snot and tears running down my face, Im so young and not aware how to deal with these new feelings. My Dad was my superman 
and he left me alone He hugged me so tight that I couldn't even move lol at first my fist were still tight but I had to let them go and hug him back, that was the closest we ever came 
I got shipped back to Miami from Germany when he had to do the second one and i started acting out I had gotten into all kinds of fukkery (breaking into houses, fights, sellin rocks, bad grades, suspensions) when he was gone and had been talking back to my g-ma and aunts/uncles I remember til this day..... I had on a red rag on my head like pac that was the way to tell if you were really out here in the streets like that.....We had just stole mangos of out this lady's yard and were about to I saw this crowd of all my folks gathering in the driveway cheering ect im like Well my Dad wanted to surprise us with a visit and let us know he's back for good. He was in full military uniform. I was so mad he "left" us in Miami man, I saw my sisters and brother crying, hugging him and played it cool like "I'll be over here whatever" I missed the hell outta my dad man but I was young and didn't know how to deal with my emotions.... a few brehs on here (thecoli) met my pops, he was and still is built like and looks like prime mike tyson. He walks over to me and is like "So i hear you a gangsta now " Im like "man what you want " He snatches the rag off my head and was like "what the fukk is this " I try and snatch it back and thats when I felt my pops strength a simple stiff arm damn near killed me So I get more pissed, hurt and prideful and I clinch both my fist tight like I wanna fight I have snot and tears running down my face, Im so young and not aware how to deal with these new feelings. My Dad was my superman and he left me alone He hugged me so tight that I couldn't even move lol at first my fist were still tight but I had to let them go and hug him back, that was the closest we ever came 
Yeah I posted about it before. Gotta find it. My pops is my profile pic. His swole ass is 60 in this photo. This happened when he was 42 and I was 17 so you can imagine the fukkery. He used to play in the NFL and boxed. Imma find that shyt cause I had a play by play breakdown complete with anime internal dialogue. Lol
My dad was a pro athlete and stayed in shape years after. We both boxed growing up so he has hands too. 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.
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 had an advantage of wrestling. Had a wrestling and football scholarship. He was bigger than me but not THAT much bigger than me to be worried about I thought. I hit hard. I was 215, but he was 240+. 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.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
. BUT, I got his back, I got his neck and cranked 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/counter 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 YO ASS NOW". I stretched back so far off the table that my back was arched like damn slinky. I had him. I felt that my shoulder had been dislocated and popped backed in so it was going dead. I was just hoping he died first before I couldnt feel it anymore.
...And thats when I heard the gurgle. You can weeze and huff but once you gurgle, that thang is locked in there.........and while I didnt let go, I definitely eased up which was.
....Wrong move. Somehow he had enough air left to immediately flip around and was choking me. Mind you my feet arent on the ground anymore as I was leaning back over the countertop for leverage choking him out. Now Im defenseless. My arm is now dead. Once I let go, whatever sensation I had before, the lactic build up took all that away. It was gone, burning. Limp. He had all his upper weight down on me and was throttling my neck. All I could think was "I shouldve just killed this dude, now Im gonna die." He was breathing through his mouth and I was blacking out so I jammed my fingers into his mouth to make him gag and lose grip. He did but my arm wasnt long enough for it to last but a second. I tried to jam it further but couldnt get up and he bit down on my index and middle finger. It felt like he bit my fingers off. Worst pain I've felt I think. and in my panic was able to free my other arm that I rolled over onto and jammed my thumb in his eye. He opened his mouth to yell and was able to jam my fingers all the way back. He lurched, gagged and let go. I was flipped backwards and lawnchaired myself on the other side of the bar and he fell back on the otherside in the dining room. Everyone just laid on the floor. All I heard was labored breathing and couldnt tell who it was. Just breathing for like 5 minutes. Heard him get up and go to his roI'm upstairs. Sounded like he fell in the floor in his room.
My sister tried to help me up, I pushed her off of course. My eye had swell up by that point. My fingers needed stitches. My shoulder was dead (actually found out I had a torn labrum). Everything ached. I told my sister I was leaving. She drove me to the airport and asked where I was going. I told her I dunno. She asked me if I will call her, I said no. Bought a ticket at the counter to Atlanta. Didnt talk to my dad for almost 2yrs. He was trying real hard to reconnect and I got tired of fighting it because the whole family was begging me to receive him. It took a long time but we became good. It will never be how it was before when my dad and I were inseperable. It will never be as good as it could be because of that but we got good. He knows he was wrong and takes the blame for my shoulder injury that plagued me all throughout my football career, effectively ending it. I don't blame him for that myself though.
That was it it for me. Im done. Give me this L
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