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Being a fan of Street Fighter, I decided to check it out.
Apparently, this is the reason why. The gist: some little punk-ass kid is repeatedly punching this bigger kid. Finally the bigger kid snaps, picks up the smaller kid, and does a kind of bodyslam/suplex/piledriver thing on him. In other words, he picks the smaller guy up, turns him upside down, and then just straight-up drops him on his head. The Internet is apparently calling the bigger kid "little Zangief" now or some such. And there are already some of those idiotic "Guile's theme goes with everything" meme videos of the footage online (shouldn't it have been Zangief's theme, in this case?), though they and any of the other non-edited vids are getting pulled from Youtube almost as soon as they go up, it seems.
I've seen the video, and I don't find it funny at all, honestly. (Of course, part of that had to do with the one I saw being one of the moronic, overused Guile's theme meme edits, but even so.) On the one hand, that little punk totally got what was coming to him, and given that he was able to stand up andwalkstagger away, I have absolutely zero sympathy for him. On the other hand, that little punk could have been seriously injured or killed, being dropped like that. Would the Internet be laughing then? What if the big kid had just pulled out a knife/gun and started stabbing/shooting instead? Would the Internet be laughing then?
Still, even so, I can fully empathize with the bigger kid. It reminds me of a birthday party/sleepover I went to back when I was in the 8-12 year old range. All the other kids there were really into roughhousing at the party, wrestling and such. I wanted nothing to do with it, but they just wouldn't leave me alone. They kept trying to drag me into it and I kept telling them no, I didn't want to wrestle with them. They just kept on and kept on, all morning/afternoon as well as all of the previous evening. (The only respite I remember getting was when we watched the movie Tank the first night, which I remember being pretty cool, though beyond that I don't remember much of anything about it.) I'd told the adults at the party, but they didn't seem to give a crap one way or the other, that I recall. So, I finally snapped. I took off my wristwatch and surreptitiously wrapped it around the knuckles on my right hand. The next person that can grabbing at me, I punched once, aiming for the face. I don't remember if I actually connected or not. I don't even remember who it was I flailed at (as I knew very few of the people who were at the party, aside from the guy whose party it was). But it finally got their attention. They left me alone for the rest of the party, though it only lasted for another hour or so (it was the second day and the whole thing was wrapping up anyway, as I recall). I don't think I got in trouble for it (as that would have been my main fear at the time). Even so, I still feel kind of bad about it whenever I happen to think about it, though, to this day. I saw it then and see it now as a moment of weakness on my part. But at the same time, I morbidly feel like it was worth it, and maybe even a little "badass" in a way, though not really. It was, and still is, the only "fight" I have ever gotten in. (Though I do vaguely recall being falsely accused of "fighting" once when I was in, I think, the first or second grade, because again, some asshole kid kept trying to roughhouse with me during a computer class or some such, and I kept trying to throw him off and get him to leave me alone, the teacher saw us and thought we were actually fighting. But the charge didn't stick since the teacher making the accusation was new, I think, and my actual homeroom teacher knew that I just didn't get into that kind of crap. I was very trouble-phobic back then. Hell, I still am even now, for the most part.)
Apparently, this is the reason why. The gist: some little punk-ass kid is repeatedly punching this bigger kid. Finally the bigger kid snaps, picks up the smaller kid, and does a kind of bodyslam/suplex/piledriver thing on him. In other words, he picks the smaller guy up, turns him upside down, and then just straight-up drops him on his head. The Internet is apparently calling the bigger kid "little Zangief" now or some such. And there are already some of those idiotic "Guile's theme goes with everything" meme videos of the footage online (shouldn't it have been Zangief's theme, in this case?), though they and any of the other non-edited vids are getting pulled from Youtube almost as soon as they go up, it seems.
I've seen the video, and I don't find it funny at all, honestly. (Of course, part of that had to do with the one I saw being one of the moronic, overused Guile's theme meme edits, but even so.) On the one hand, that little punk totally got what was coming to him, and given that he was able to stand up and
Still, even so, I can fully empathize with the bigger kid. It reminds me of a birthday party/sleepover I went to back when I was in the 8-12 year old range. All the other kids there were really into roughhousing at the party, wrestling and such. I wanted nothing to do with it, but they just wouldn't leave me alone. They kept trying to drag me into it and I kept telling them no, I didn't want to wrestle with them. They just kept on and kept on, all morning/afternoon as well as all of the previous evening. (The only respite I remember getting was when we watched the movie Tank the first night, which I remember being pretty cool, though beyond that I don't remember much of anything about it.) I'd told the adults at the party, but they didn't seem to give a crap one way or the other, that I recall. So, I finally snapped. I took off my wristwatch and surreptitiously wrapped it around the knuckles on my right hand. The next person that can grabbing at me, I punched once, aiming for the face. I don't remember if I actually connected or not. I don't even remember who it was I flailed at (as I knew very few of the people who were at the party, aside from the guy whose party it was). But it finally got their attention. They left me alone for the rest of the party, though it only lasted for another hour or so (it was the second day and the whole thing was wrapping up anyway, as I recall). I don't think I got in trouble for it (as that would have been my main fear at the time). Even so, I still feel kind of bad about it whenever I happen to think about it, though, to this day. I saw it then and see it now as a moment of weakness on my part. But at the same time, I morbidly feel like it was worth it, and maybe even a little "badass" in a way, though not really. It was, and still is, the only "fight" I have ever gotten in. (Though I do vaguely recall being falsely accused of "fighting" once when I was in, I think, the first or second grade, because again, some asshole kid kept trying to roughhouse with me during a computer class or some such, and I kept trying to throw him off and get him to leave me alone, the teacher saw us and thought we were actually fighting. But the charge didn't stick since the teacher making the accusation was new, I think, and my actual homeroom teacher knew that I just didn't get into that kind of crap. I was very trouble-phobic back then. Hell, I still am even now, for the most part.)
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