Well, I’m the newest guy of the bunch, but I guess I can post my account of what happened since no one else has.
I got to the guy’s ranch out near the Salt Lick at about 10 ‘til 6 and I didn’t really know what to expect. I halfway thought the whole thing was a hoax because of how ridiculous mse had gotten over the last couple of weeks.
When I pulled up, there were six or seven guys there. A big 6’4”-ish guy, dressed for a fight(agent), and a few onlookers. I met clobberline and ragin agcoholic first. Clobberline drove in from Houston, and I think ragin rode with him. One of the guys was named Eagelsmith. He said he is pretty new here too.
Tex Pete was on the phone almost the whole time—I think he was giving play by play. And Jasonbacon and kramp90 were there, too.
We shot the bull a little and drank a couple of beers waiting for mse. The rest of the guys showed, except for Chinese democracy. They said he never shows up for anything.
After about half an hour, mse still hadn’t shown up. I really thought he had backed out, and we were all talking about going somewhere for drinks.
About that time this klunky Dodge minivan rolls through the gate, missing hubcaps and all. (That’s right!) It was mse. He really showed up. He got out of the van and put on his sport glasses ,and started telling agent to get ready for the beating of his life. Mse is still pretty nerdy looking, but he is not nearly as skinny as he looked in hat picture. It must be 15or so years old.
Anyway, agent kept telling mse that he should just give it all up and we could all have drinks together. Mse wanted no part of it. Even though agent had mse by a few inches and more than a few pounds, mse insisted that they fight and he kept taunting agent—a lot like he does posters on here.
After a couple of minutes, agent started turning red, and told mse that he had one more chance to back out, but mse kept calling agent fatazz and stuff like that. Finally, agent went at him. At first, mse dodged and ran around like a little girl, but then he sacked up. I was actually impressed. I knew there was no way he could beat agent, but he stood up to him anyway.
At first agent pushed mse down. Mse just got back up and took a couple of swings at agent. Agent punched mse in the stomach ac ouple of times and thought that was it. Mse took a couple of seconds to collect himself, and went at agent. He actually landed a punch or two on the side of agent’s head. Needless to say, that was about it for mse. Agent got really mad, and quit taking it easy. He swung at mse pretty wildly, and on the second shot to mse’s face, mse went down. He got up again, agent hit him in the gut once more, and he went down for good.
While mse was on the ground, he was still talking smack, but it was more of a grumble. He was saying it was a lucky shot and that he would get back up and finish agent off in a second. When mse was looking at agent, Eaglesmith came up from behind his head and teabagged mse.
I thought that was pretty sorry, and Tex Pete pushed Eaglesmith away. Nobody else thought that was too cool except for agent. He laughed pretty good. Of course he laughed pretty good through all of it.
After that, mse loaded up in his van and left, yelling at us all the way down the street. We drank a couple more beers, and some of us went into town for more beers.
I feel a little sorry for mse, because he obviously didn’t have any friends there. I do have to give him credit, though. He showed up and stood up to agent. That’s more than I expected.
I got to the guy’s ranch out near the Salt Lick at about 10 ‘til 6 and I didn’t really know what to expect. I halfway thought the whole thing was a hoax because of how ridiculous mse had gotten over the last couple of weeks.
When I pulled up, there were six or seven guys there. A big 6’4”-ish guy, dressed for a fight(agent), and a few onlookers. I met clobberline and ragin agcoholic first. Clobberline drove in from Houston, and I think ragin rode with him. One of the guys was named Eagelsmith. He said he is pretty new here too.
Tex Pete was on the phone almost the whole time—I think he was giving play by play. And Jasonbacon and kramp90 were there, too.
We shot the bull a little and drank a couple of beers waiting for mse. The rest of the guys showed, except for Chinese democracy. They said he never shows up for anything.
After about half an hour, mse still hadn’t shown up. I really thought he had backed out, and we were all talking about going somewhere for drinks.
About that time this klunky Dodge minivan rolls through the gate, missing hubcaps and all. (That’s right!) It was mse. He really showed up. He got out of the van and put on his sport glasses ,and started telling agent to get ready for the beating of his life. Mse is still pretty nerdy looking, but he is not nearly as skinny as he looked in hat picture. It must be 15or so years old.
Anyway, agent kept telling mse that he should just give it all up and we could all have drinks together. Mse wanted no part of it. Even though agent had mse by a few inches and more than a few pounds, mse insisted that they fight and he kept taunting agent—a lot like he does posters on here.
After a couple of minutes, agent started turning red, and told mse that he had one more chance to back out, but mse kept calling agent fatazz and stuff like that. Finally, agent went at him. At first, mse dodged and ran around like a little girl, but then he sacked up. I was actually impressed. I knew there was no way he could beat agent, but he stood up to him anyway.
At first agent pushed mse down. Mse just got back up and took a couple of swings at agent. Agent punched mse in the stomach ac ouple of times and thought that was it. Mse took a couple of seconds to collect himself, and went at agent. He actually landed a punch or two on the side of agent’s head. Needless to say, that was about it for mse. Agent got really mad, and quit taking it easy. He swung at mse pretty wildly, and on the second shot to mse’s face, mse went down. He got up again, agent hit him in the gut once more, and he went down for good.
While mse was on the ground, he was still talking smack, but it was more of a grumble. He was saying it was a lucky shot and that he would get back up and finish agent off in a second. When mse was looking at agent, Eaglesmith came up from behind his head and teabagged mse.
I thought that was pretty sorry, and Tex Pete pushed Eaglesmith away. Nobody else thought that was too cool except for agent. He laughed pretty good. Of course he laughed pretty good through all of it.
After that, mse loaded up in his van and left, yelling at us all the way down the street. We drank a couple more beers, and some of us went into town for more beers.
I feel a little sorry for mse, because he obviously didn’t have any friends there. I do have to give him credit, though. He showed up and stood up to agent. That’s more than I expected.
