You know the one if you have been around for a while. The one that was discussed indepth. The one you can`t hide from. 
He started his crap and I put him against a wall to keep him from getting to something that was really gonna get him in serious crap. The second I turned him loose, he swung ....and missed.
I didn`t...........numerous times.
The parts that bother me are how much I totally enjoyed it, just like I used to earlier in life and the fact of how dangerous it is for me.
Docs told me quite a few years ago my scrapping days were over if I wanted to continue to stand upright due to my neck injury.
But hey..what can you do?
Why, cyber streetfighting! It's alot like cyber sex- nobody really gets laid or beat up- but it's the only way I'll fight, so let's get in on, Jackal!
"After asorbing Jackal's initial attack, which consists mostly of girl slapping accompanied by wild shrieking, I spin her and slam her face first into the wall so hard earwax jets from her head. Her shrieking is now replaced by a gurgling sound as I slam her face repeatedly into the wall. I pause, asking if she's had enough, when she suddenly hits me in the side of the face with her purse. I fall down and Jackal tries to grind her stilleto heels into my crotch. I do a leg sweep, knocking her down and causing her dress to ride up, exposing her male genetilla.
" "A transvestite...I shoulda known he'd have a purse filled with quarters," I think before absorbing another shot from the purse that almost knocks me out. We both scramble to our feet, circling-.."
OK Jackal, it's your turn-
And thank you Skuzzy for allowing me back. FWIW I am reformed, and I promise not to tease anybody.
Well, not too bad, anyway
