Stricker and I never really fought.
We never did an ultimate beat down to each other or anything like that.
We just punched each other a bit at a party one time.
Then his friend hit me.
Then the same friend beat me a foot or two away from the end of life.
Then like 2 years later Stricker punched me in the head at a comp.

In chronological, it all goes like this: Let me remind every one that this was like 10 years ago.

1. The first incident.

At an HB(Huntington beach for all the north easterners) party I hit him a couple of times after he squirted the girl that I brought to the party.
Her blouse was all wet from the super soaker e used and you could see her nipples.
She was pretty pissed and gave me the you better do some thing look.
Nasty was the percolator of the 1st incident.
He brought me in to Neil Woods room (where Josh was at the time) and was like DUNKDOG, you gotta do this boi….
he said-”Hit em dog, hit em”
I did and then I was soon blind sided by Neil Wood in the temple.
I was “star struck” literally.
I was fresh off the Florida boat into the land of sheep hills and I was like this is cool I got punched by Neil Wood.
After the Neil Wood punch Josh got me a few more times and we were kinda ok. (physically and stuff)

The 2nd incident.

The next weekend I was punched in the middle of the face by his friend and I was pissed because I thought it was over. No big deal just one party punch.

3. The third incident.

Well one time about a year later I was at Neil Woods house chilling with Stephen Murry and the same guy that punched me at the party came over.
I was drunk and called this guy out and I didn’t realize that he was a professional bar brawler. After the comments he proceeded to beat me senseless.
First he hit me on the head with his skate board then he got on top of me and beat the vision out of my eyes. Stephen Murry had a broken Collar bone and couldn’t help get him off of me. Eventually I woke up and got away from him and ran into the garage. I was really beat down.
I couldn’t see straight and the dude (”Thompson”was him name) chased me around the garage until Neil got home and told the dude to leave.
I was mad and scared of that guy Thompson for years, but I got over it and appreciate the memory of the beat down. I realized that a person can only talk so much shit till he is knocked the fuck out.

The 4th incident.

One time a year or two after the Thompson beating I talked shit to Stricker at a contest and he punched me in the head so hard that I bled from the ear for the rest of the day. Crazy!

Current day…..(a few months ago)

At the 25 year S&M party me and Stricker laughed about all of this.
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I’m alot more lovable today and I have different policy towards anyone that hits me today.

I have it outlined this policy in the latest Chris Duncan Clothing advertisement.
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