Here's how bullying sometimes takes care of itself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozqYxPlwhkA

Yep!

In the vernacular of the old school rasslers, that would be an airplane spin with a body slam!

and the victim as well as the bully got suspended from what I've read.

Kid's used to bully me all the time because my brother was a cop in town. He still is to this day actually. I only ever had 3 friends in school because of it.

The bullying got out of hand this one time and I ended up breaking the kids collar bone, nose, and cracked a couple of ribs. Nobody ever messed with me again after that.

Confrontation isn't as effective as swift incapacitation. ;-)

I had time to sit down and eat lunch while junior squirmed on the ground.

Eventually someone came and took us both down to see the principal.

That's why I jump in and play rodeo clown.

It's in my nature.

 
That's marvellous
 
I always like to see a bully get their comeuppance.
 
Reminds me of an incident years back in my snooker club.
 
We used to get a lovely old guy come in once or twice a week - Jim wasn't a snooker player but he liked a drop of rum, and he'd also enjoy the odd game of pool on the table we had in the bar.
 
He'd had a facinating life, having moved over from Ireland in the fifties as a young man to seek his fortune in England. He'd been in the licensed trade himself so we had a few things in common. I could listen to his stories and anecdotes for hours.
 
Jim was (sadly he's no longer with us) a real gentleman, always polite and friendly, and always dressed immaculately in a suit and tie.
 
I remember the incident as if it was yesterday. Jim was about 72 or 73 years old at the time, and was sat in his favourite seat sipping his glass of rum and watching a couple of guys who were playing on the pool table.
 
One of the guys playing was a well known dick-head - he was a big guy 6'2"+ and very well built. Once he'd got a few pints of Guinness in him he'd like to start mouthing off at others - but like most bullies he was quite cowardly in the way he only ever picked on woman and (much) smaller guys. If anyone stood up to him, he always back down and say he was only 'joking'.
 
Anyway, picture the scene again - Dickhead played a shot quite deliberately jumping the cue ball off the table in Jim's direction. Jim picked it up and handed it back to him, thinking it was an accident.
 
A couple of seconds later, and the cue ball flies off the table again... this time it smashes Jim's glass of rum.
 
By now I'm on my way out from behind the bar to give Dickhead a piece of my mind when Jim gets to his feet, casually strolls up to Dickhead and plants the sweetest left hook you've ever seen right on Dickhead's jaw. He dropped to the ground like a sack of spuds, not quite spark out, but very very dazed.
 
When he finally got back to his feet, Jim (who has sat down again) calmly said "I believe you owe me a glass of rum - I think it would be nice if you made it a double"; needless to say he got his rum, and a big apology.
 
What Dickhead didn't know was that Jim had come over to England to try and make his fortune as a professional middleweight boxer. He was once ranked #6 at that weight in the country, and he'd lost none of his skills in landing one right on the button.
 
Dear old Jim, what a great guy.
 
 
 

SteveStrummerUK


 
That's marvellous
 
I always like to see a bully get their comeuppance.
 
Reminds me of an incident years back in my snooker club.
 
We used to get a lovely old guy come in once or twice a week - Jim wasn't a snooker player but he liked a drop of rum, and he'd also enjoy the odd game of pool on the table we had in the bar.
 
He'd had a facinating life, having moved over from Ireland in the fifties as a young man to seek his fortune in England. He'd been in the licensed trade himself so we had a few things in common. I could listen to his stories and anecdotes for hours.
 
Jim was (sadly he's no longer with us) a real gentleman, always polite and friendly, and always dressed immaculately in a suit and tie.
 
I remember the incident as if it was yesterday. Jim was about 72 or 73 years old at the time, and was sat in his favourite seat sipping his glass of rum and watching a couple of guys who were playing on the pool table.
 
One of the guys playing was a well known dick-head - he was a big guy 6'2"+ and very well built. Once he'd got a few pints of Guinness in him he'd like to start mouthing off at others - but like most bullies he was quite cowardly in the way he only ever picked on woman and (much) smaller guys. If anyone stood up to him, he always back down and say he was only 'joking'.
 
Anyway, picture the scene again - Dickhead played a shot quite deliberately jumping the cue ball off the table in Jim's direction. Jim picked it up and handed it back to him, thinking it was an accident.
 
A couple of seconds later, and the cue ball flies off the table again... this time it smashes Jim's glass of rum.
 
By now I'm on my way out from behind the bar to give Dickhead a piece of my mind when Jim gets to his feet, casually strolls up to Dickhead and plants the sweetest left hook you've ever seen right on Dickhead's jaw. He dropped to the ground like a sack of spuds, not quite spark out, but very very dazed.
 
When he finally got back to his feet, Jim (who has sat down again) calmly said "I believe you owe me a glass of rum - I think it would be nice if you made it a double"; needless to say he got his rum, and a big apology.
 
What Dickhead didn't know was that Jim had come over to England to try and make his fortune as a professional middleweight boxer. He was once ranked #6 at that weight in the country, and he'd lost none of his skills in landing one right on the button.
 
Dear old Jim, what a great guy.
 
 
 

That sounds just like me uncle Jim. :-)

Gotta watch it with us wide boys... we're not always as slow as we seem...

SteveStrummerUK


 
That's marvellous
 
I always like to see a bully get their comeuppance.
 
Reminds me of an incident years back in my snooker club.
 
We used to get a lovely old guy come in once or twice a week - Jim wasn't a snooker player but he liked a drop of rum, and he'd also enjoy the odd game of pool on the table we had in the bar.
 
He'd had a facinating life, having moved over from Ireland in the fifties as a young man to seek his fortune in England. He'd been in the licensed trade himself so we had a few things in common. I could listen to his stories and anecdotes for hours.
 
Jim was (sadly he's no longer with us) a real gentleman, always polite and friendly, and always dressed immaculately in a suit and tie.
 
I remember the incident as if it was yesterday. Jim was about 72 or 73 years old at the time, and was sat in his favourite seat sipping his glass of rum and watching a couple of guys who were playing on the pool table.
 
One of the guys playing was a well known dick-head - he was a big guy 6'2"+ and very well built. Once he'd got a few pints of Guinness in him he'd like to start mouthing off at others - but like most bullies he was quite cowardly in the way he only ever picked on woman and (much) smaller guys. If anyone stood up to him, he always back down and say he was only 'joking'.
 
Anyway, picture the scene again - Dickhead played a shot quite deliberately jumping the cue ball off the table in Jim's direction. Jim picked it up and handed it back to him, thinking it was an accident.
 
A couple of seconds later, and the cue ball flies off the table again... this time it smashes Jim's glass of rum.
 
By now I'm on my way out from behind the bar to give Dickhead a piece of my mind when Jim gets to his feet, casually strolls up to Dickhead and plants the sweetest left hook you've ever seen right on Dickhead's jaw. He dropped to the ground like a sack of spuds, not quite spark out, but very very dazed.
 
When he finally got back to his feet, Jim (who has sat down again) calmly said "I believe you owe me a glass of rum - I think it would be nice if you made it a double"; needless to say he got his rum, and a big apology.
 
What Dickhead didn't know was that Jim had come over to England to try and make his fortune as a professional middleweight boxer. He was once ranked #6 at that weight in the country, and he'd lost none of his skills in landing one right on the button.
 
Dear old Jim, what a great guy.
 
 
 

Great story!

There are hundreds of make believe fight and bully theme videos on YouTube with weirdo's pretending they are actors... but a piece of footage that appears to be a real event gets pulled?