Not sure if this warrants it's own thread but it was requested by @Grodd
I approached this obese woman at the mall that I thought was by herself. She wasn't receptive to my approach and I was getting ready to walk away, then her boyfriend comes up to me and stands over me all like "YO THAT'S MY GIRL!". He was at least a few inches taller than be, like 6'4 and clearly jacked. I remember just looking at his traps popping out of his shirt (think like brock lesnar, or the moreplatesmoredates guy). I knew I had zero chance of beating this guy in a fight so I was trying to deescalate the situation without looking like a bitch (a very thin line to walk). When I realized he wasn't going to calm down, I turned to walk away and that's when I saw his fist coming in my peripheral vision, but obviously it was too late. I don't remember actually getting hit, but I was knocked out. Not knocked down, but literally rendered unconscious. It was sort of comparable to general anesthesia, like the needle goes in and you don't really remember the moments before you're out, then you wake up but it's not like waking up from regular sleep, you don't really have a sense of how much time passed. Realistically I couldn't have been out for that long. Mall security was there, but nobody who was around me saw what happened. I was told to wait because someone called 911, so I bolted out of there because I didn't have health insurance. This was about 17-18 years ago.
I attribute this incident to a combination of mate guarding instinct and roid rage. He had to have been roided up because there's zero chance a natty guy could be as big as this dude.
In b4 some internet tough guy says "oh if that were me I would have kicked his ass" "you're a cuck for backing out" "HAHAHA REKT U PUSSY!", if a 6'4 roided up dude was trying to fight you, you'd try to bitch out too, so I don't wanna hear you little fantasy LARP. This was the only time in my entire life I tried to bitch out in such a manner as I'm generally low inhib and have been in plenty of fights.
I approached this obese woman at the mall that I thought was by herself. She wasn't receptive to my approach and I was getting ready to walk away, then her boyfriend comes up to me and stands over me all like "YO THAT'S MY GIRL!". He was at least a few inches taller than be, like 6'4 and clearly jacked. I remember just looking at his traps popping out of his shirt (think like brock lesnar, or the moreplatesmoredates guy). I knew I had zero chance of beating this guy in a fight so I was trying to deescalate the situation without looking like a bitch (a very thin line to walk). When I realized he wasn't going to calm down, I turned to walk away and that's when I saw his fist coming in my peripheral vision, but obviously it was too late. I don't remember actually getting hit, but I was knocked out. Not knocked down, but literally rendered unconscious. It was sort of comparable to general anesthesia, like the needle goes in and you don't really remember the moments before you're out, then you wake up but it's not like waking up from regular sleep, you don't really have a sense of how much time passed. Realistically I couldn't have been out for that long. Mall security was there, but nobody who was around me saw what happened. I was told to wait because someone called 911, so I bolted out of there because I didn't have health insurance. This was about 17-18 years ago.
I attribute this incident to a combination of mate guarding instinct and roid rage. He had to have been roided up because there's zero chance a natty guy could be as big as this dude.
In b4 some internet tough guy says "oh if that were me I would have kicked his ass" "you're a cuck for backing out" "HAHAHA REKT U PUSSY!", if a 6'4 roided up dude was trying to fight you, you'd try to bitch out too, so I don't wanna hear you little fantasy LARP. This was the only time in my entire life I tried to bitch out in such a manner as I'm generally low inhib and have been in plenty of fights.
