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ScipioAfricanus1911 on scored.co
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There were two particularly beautiful double leg takedowns in that clip, both with the lift and drop. Glorious. It's true niggers can't wrestle, they really can't fight worth a damn in general other than their typical zerg rush, but they are particularly bad at dealing with wrestling/judo/etc.
I got in a fight with a nigger outside a bar back when I was in college. The subhuman was flapping his nigger gums and I invited him to take a swing on me, he tried for a looping john wayne style haymaker (that clearly had no power and had that stupid long telegraphed windup) which I easily avoided & and I put him on his back **hard** with an Osoto Gari Judo throw. I've knocked a few guys down with one punch over the years but that was the one move=fight over I am most proud of, and most amused by. I'll never forget the sound the nigger's spine made hitting the concrete, like a wet towel snapping against cardboard. The porch monkey tried to catch it's breath and writhed around a bit, and was still on the ground when me and my friends had departed the area. Even back then, happy to beat the shit out of a nigger but wouldn't call a nigger a nigger, I still instinctually understood not to engage one without backup because of course he had a pack of fellow intellectuals with him who undoubtedly would've zerg rushed me after I put tyrone into the sidewalk.
I got in a fight with a nigger outside a bar back when I was in college. The subhuman was flapping his nigger gums and I invited him to take a swing on me, he tried for a looping john wayne style haymaker (that clearly had no power and had that stupid long telegraphed windup) which I easily avoided & and I put him on his back **hard** with an Osoto Gari Judo throw. I've knocked a few guys down with one punch over the years but that was the one move=fight over I am most proud of, and most amused by. I'll never forget the sound the nigger's spine made hitting the concrete, like a wet towel snapping against cardboard. The porch monkey tried to catch it's breath and writhed around a bit, and was still on the ground when me and my friends had departed the area. Even back then, happy to beat the shit out of a nigger but wouldn't call a nigger a nigger, I still instinctually understood not to engage one without backup because of course he had a pack of fellow intellectuals with him who undoubtedly would've zerg rushed me after I put tyrone into the sidewalk.