Rubber Raw recently wrote this interesting story about his altercation with a black shemale -
The other night, me and a friend were leaving one of my favorite L.A. nightspots. The place was crowded inside and outside with a lot of people wanting to get in. In the parking lot near the end of the line to get inside, there was this freaky black transvestite standing there. She was like 6'2" and very muscular, except she had on a wig and a dress and makeup.
My friend was pointing at her and laughing. Because I was drunk and not really thinking of what I was doing, I made a remark a little louder than I should have. I said, "That's a big bitch!"
Next thing I know she is stepping into my face saying, "Big enough to kick your ass white boy. Now run along before I have my way with you."
I couldn't even muster a response because I was laughing too hard. I was literally doubled over, cracking up. He started to get angry. He took off his high heels and then he said, "It's time for me to give you the lesson Momma never gave you."
I was still wiping the tears out of my eyes from laughing and this transtestical slaps me hard across the face. He said, "Yeah mother fucker that's right, I just slapped your face. Now what are you going to do."
Thta is when this stopped being a laughing matter. Underneath all the makeup and the dress was a large black man. It was fighting time. I led off with a right hand to the face and he came back at me with extreme ferociousness. Normally I would have the strength edge against anyone, but on this day I was off my steroid cycle. It's not like you can cycle year round, sometimes you have to take a break.
The other problem was that this guy was about the size and strength of Ray Lewis of the NFL. I can't imaginge why such a powerhouse would want to dress up as a chick, but I guess we all have things in life that we want to do. Anyway, strength wise we were about equal and he had about a 5 inch size advantage. I was trying to grapple him to the ground and he was coming over the top with hard blows to my back.
Damn, I thought, this is embarrassing. A guy in a wig was fighting me to a standstill, although at this point I had at least knocked his wig off. I was thinking of all the years I had built my reputation up as a steet fighter, it could all come crashing down with one loss to a cross dresser. Some things there are just no way to explain to people. Losing to a guy in a dress is one of them.
About a minute into the fight, a thought occurred to me. I wondered if he had implants or falsies. I made a point to break out of the standing clinch and get into striking range. We exchange combinations and when the moment was right I unleashed a hard left hook to the chest area. He backed off in pain.
"Oh you mother fucker!" he was screaming. He had implants and he didn't like being hit there.
He tried to come back in and start brawling, but basically at this point I had seen his tail. Even though I'm primarily a steroid stength brawler, this particular fight would be won with strikes. I saw another opening and nailed one of his sillicone implants with a powerful right hand. He backed off screaming and cursing.
"A couple more shots like that and one of those sacks is going to start leaking", I said. I had a cocky grin on my face. At this point he ran off saying he was going to get a knife and cut me. I knew he had had enough though.
One of my favorite parts of any street fight is the post fight strut. This is where you walk away from the fight scene and everyone is looking at you with admiration because you just kicked ass. It was kind of absurd because my opponent was wearing a dress, but people saw how big he was. I walked by slowly, letting people see who the man was. I was pretty sore the next day though. I definitely learned to be careful who you make fun of.
