I'm always surfing through the internet videos, here's a good MMA match.




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This reminded me a lot of my bachelor party some years ago.

A bunch of the local Sasquatch women busted into the party after midnight and tossed guys to the floor like that Korean, and raped them.
(this part is true story)

The one's who were passed out, they took with them when they left, for a snack I suppose, later. :?

After a couple days, I don't care who you are, you will gnaw your leg or arm off to get away.

 

So...which part is true? :P

 

The Night of the Amazons! :shock:

We tried to keep the where abouts of my bachelor party a secret.
No doubt they captured some poor fella, and got him to give us up.
These knuckle dragging women are predator's, and knew to wait until about midnight to catch us off guard.

I was doing pretty good up until the time my Dad shows up with his home-made BlackBerry wine. After that, I was either going to die, a young man, spared at the hands of his Father...or I would survive and be married, a horror story for another day. :?

The men in my County are well known for being very handsome and built like Roman Gladiators. The woman I was about to marry traveled all the way down from Yooper Country. She was a petite pretty blonde Swede. I had to mark my territory around her every day, and protect her most from the local Sasquatch women who were jealous of her. We have to import women here, to try and stay with our own species.

That night, the last thing I remember is staggering out onto the snow in front of the porch, ralphing up Deer chili, and falling face first into the snow banks on the sidewalk. My dog, a yellow Lab was sitting next to me howling a sad long howl, indicating I was close to death. I could hear my Bro's saying to leave me lay in the snow. That would be the best thing for me right now. Last thing I heard after that is heavy feet stomping over the top of me, and the fierce snarls of female Sasquatches about to feed on male bone. I think I chuckled a bit...thinking I was smart for playing dead, and my jackhole Bro's will now be someones beatche. You could hear grown men crying and furniture breaking...muffled screams, like a face buried in a foul arm pit.

I woke the next afternoon out of a coma in someones bed, but had the shakes, and my face was sore, like it had been dragged across the carpet.
I remained there in and out of a coma until the next day, the morning of my wedding day. My Bro's were getting me out of bed, and exclaiming we we're all going Bow Hunting Deer. F%$#@ing leave me be, was all I could muster. That stopped nothing.

So four of us are now prepping our gear and heading into the woods. Sun is not up yet. F%$#'em I thought...I'll just go in a ways and sit down under a pine row and go back to sleep. 7am I hear one of my idiot Bro's cursing about 200 yards off, then branches breaking. I knew that sound, was a Buck going airborn. Dammut...it came straight up to my area. I had to get up off my haunches from primal instinct. The Buck was huge...10-pointer, and coming up the other side of the pine rows I was on.
He stopped about 12 yards before me, and ducked his head to cross the pine row into my side. I took my Bear SuperMagnum recurve to full draw, and was ready....the Buck gave me a perfect 12 yd. broadside.

zzzzzzZZIP-SMACK... perfect as if Fred Bear himself released the shot.
It darted about 30 yards and dropped. I gave it 30 minutes, then did my field dressing...and took another nap. I guess about an hour later the horn was honking...and it was time to go. My Bro's didn't want to believe what happened. It was the largest Buck by arrow that season in the County.
Our celebrating was cut short, by my best man asking me... "hey man...aren't you getting married today?" Awahcrap...I completely forgot. I made it to the alter 30 minutes before the ceremony was to start. My Bride was steaming and wanted to hurt me somehow...but that would have to wait until the honeymoon. My Mom and sister were scolding me up one side and down the other, and all I could talk about was my Buck.

It snowed 16" that day, starting just when I shot the Buck at 7am. I never knew my Bro's tied beer cans off the rear bumper of my truck until the next day. The reception was at the local Veterans Hall. Most people up here drive 4 wheel drive. So we didn't let the snow stop us.

We may live in the sticks...but life here can be interesting. :roll:

 

Almost like Rocky vs the Russian!!!