Every fight I've been in was on account of a girl. 1) I had this girlfriend who went to Spring Woods. Very pretty, very hot and massive jugs. Since we went to different highschools we could only spend quality time on the weekends. Provided I had a ride there. One weekend my friends mom lends him his car and I talk him into taking me and her to the movies (Sucker). When the movies over we go and drop her off and I walk her home when suddenly she screams "Pancho No!!!" Whack!!! I get sucker punched to the left side of my face. Next thing I know I'm on the pavement and he's whaling on me. My friend(he played baseball) gets out of his car, grabs his bat, and walk towards us. The dude gets up and rushes my friend who takes a swing at him. It does little cuz the guy is high on Vodka and PCP. The cops show up, fire a warning shot and we're all on the floor. we're getting patted down on the floor when Pancho decides to get up and hall ass towards the woods. As he's taking off he yells "I dont care what happens, I love you Marabelle!!!" I could here one of the cops yell "shoot him, shoot him" Long story short, cops let me and my friend go. My friend leaves me coz he's afraid his mom is gonna ground him for being out past midnight, My "girlfriends" older sister tells me that Marabelle has been talking to and seeing Pancho for 3 months, and the cops take me home and explain how no woman should be trusted. 2) This fight was all because some Vietnamesse midget kid thought I wanted his girl. Granted she was cute. Petite, slender, braces, and dressed very japanimation. Anyway we had the same period lunch, we didn't sit together coz the asians at my school segregated themselves , but she would occasionaly come over to where I was and chat about mundane things. Very pleasant conversations I recall. Well, this didn't go over very well with her man or male cousin. Coz one day her boyfriend "steps" to me at lunch and ask "You don't like asians?" I'm shocked by this question and he asks me again "you dont like asians?" and the first thing that comes out my mouth is "are you asking me a rhetorical question?" People around us started laughing which pissed him off coz then he started talking all sorts of noise. The crowds started forming around us (thundredome style) and his buddies were gathering in numbers. My friend Preston, big black guy, came over with his crew, saw what was happening and when Viet. boy asked me again "you don't like asians?" my friend Preston said "Hell yeah he dont like fu**ing asians!I dont either." He looked at me and said "kick his ass dog. I got your back." Inspred by the moral support of the black and powerfull legion I took a swing at midget Viet. boy. The fight didn't last long. i had him in the headlock most of the time. Slammed him on the ground once. He was pretty scrawny. Then like a week later her fat cousin corners me at a convient store after school and tells me never to talk to Japanime girl ever again. I'm like whatever. So he pushes me and I push back. He takes a swing and misses, I counter with a right to his face. He wobbles a bit and then, I kid you not people, 5 other asians come pouring in through the door and jump me. I got some licks in but i just couldn't handle 5 cowards. The store clerk pulled out a shotgun and threated to call the police and the cowards left. In retrospect it was kinda funny coz it must have looked like bad kung fu movie to the clerk. 3) I dont remeber much. I was in argentina piss drunk club hopping with my ex-girlfreind and my English friend. I was having problems with the Ex at the time. So she decideds to flirt with some guys in front of me. She was getting back at me for not taking her back after she cheated on me with some disgusting euro frog in france. This enraged me so I took a swing at the guy and his buddy jumped in. Lucky for my drunk ass my English friend took over and one-punched both of them to the ground.
I've had a bit of martial arts training. I once had to use a move and put a guy down on a table after he grabbed me. I let him up, and the bouncer through him out. I was in high school at the time. I generally can reason, talk, or walk my way out of most fights. I think if it came down to it, because of my training, I would be slightly above average.
I can't whoop a Disco's ass. Last time I had a fight was in middle school, and the dude had me pinned with his legs on my arms, not letting me up. I'm a wimp. I can't lift over 100 lbs. To top it off, I am a smart ass who thinks he's always right and wants to fix things, even if nothing concerns me. I can get bad looks at malls just because I smile or look at some dude's girl's boobs or smile at his kids. I tend to get into trouble. No, I can't fight, but I can twist your arm while we're both on the ground like there's no tomorrow, and you will probably end up with a twisted knee or a broken kneecap because of my weasly ways of beating someone. My 2 older brothers always picked on me, but once we're both grappled, I can twist some extremity and hold it until they cry "UNCLE!" I am that smaller dude macalu warned you about. MadMax, if I didn't have a bum knee, I'd run just as well as you can, laddy.
Undefeated, but I've been lucky in that I've only had to fight guys that were smaller and wussier than me. And they started the fight in every instance.. wtf? I'm out of shape now, so nope, not much of a fighter. I'd have to rely on someone getting cocky and moving close enough for me to get them on the ground to have a chance.
I haven't been in a fight since 4th grade. I'm always the guy who ends up taking my friends to the emergency room after they've been sucker-punched into unconciousness. I used to stay all night with them in there while they got stitches or whatever but screw that, it takes all night. Now I let them catch a cab. Jail is the worst place I can possibly think of to spend the night. Stank-ass bums whose crabs and lice get all over the beds or some gangsta who's bored from being locked up all week. I hate being tossed in that cell, so there's no way I ever risk going just because some drunk idiot is talking **** or throwing drinks. Let him cripple himself driving home instead or sleep on a hard-ass bench in the tank.
I can kick all you mofo's asses...Uh..nevermind, wrong thread...I can fight, but it depends on if you can win...If you think you can win, go for it...I agree that most people are full of sh*t and would rather not, so its like playing chicken...
Well it had been building for a couple of years and plus I wasn't in a good mood that day. I'm usually not like that but for some reason, I snapped that day.
Short answer - not really. I know some aikido but I doubt I could do much if I had to. Long answer: I think my one and only fight was in 4th or 5th grade. I was challenged by this kid I hated so I said sure. We were both patrols so it was to go down in the "patrol area" which was behind the stage. Fight starts and I fake one way, jump the other way, and grab him in a neck lock. I don't let go. He cries. He said that I cheated and even some of the audience was upset with me. So then a few weeks later he wanted to fight again so we did. Once again - short. He tried to headlock me from behind and I elbowed him in his mouth. He had braces. Middle school I made friends with large drug dealers early. So nobody messed with me. Same for high school. My scariest HS moments didn't so much involve fights as it did people pointing guns and/or shooting at me. Speaking of mouths, I once had to talk me and my stupid drunk friend out of a serious beatdown by a carload (like a clown car - the kept coming out) of gangsters. My stupid drunk friend had been flipping peope off and yelling profanities as we were being driven around in a convertible. Gang members thought we were throwin rival gang signs and surround and confront us after we had pulled in to a gas station. Stupid drunk friend apparently wants beat down and starts saying dumb things. Weapons flashed and I step in between and talk the situation down.
I hereby challenge SamFisher to a battle to the death in the Buckminsterfullereneagon 60 sided ring of evil.
Dude, nobody wants to fight me. I'm five feet, eight inches, 130 lbs. If you want to fight me, you'll look like a dumbass cause i'm scrawny. I kinda want to get in a fight with somebody bigger than me, but only for twenty seconds. Then have people break it up, and pull me back. If I fight, I only want to fight homeless bums. At work, when they act all stupid, I want to jump over the desk, and just start pummeling them.
Classic lines from Sanford & Son: Lamont's Karate Teacher : Karate is the oldest form of self defense known to man! Grady : It ain't older than runnin'...
Aw, shucks guys. Although it was a tense situation at the time, I've never been in a punch-throwing fight (sibling altercations excluded). I used to want to get into one, but I know it's not worth it. Besides, I don't know too many guys that would fight a girl, and the majority of girls causing problems wouldn't do anything other than talk trash.
I used to box a little, and trained in Muay Thai and brazilian jiujitsu and the one I learned from those experiences is there are plenty of people out there capable of kicking my ass, especially in a street fight situation. I obviously have a better chance of winning than most if I had to defend myself, but there are too many variables in a street fight. The most important are the number of people involved and weapons. I did knife fighting excercise where you put on an old t-shirt and let your opponent have a marker representing a knife. The goal was to disarm the person without getting cut in a vital area. Needless to say everyone involved in the excercise got marked up. The lesson you learn is regardless of who has the knife (a 10 year kid), you will get cut.
The last fight I was in that wasn't with my brother happened in 4th grade. This little jerkoff was standing behind me in line when we were coming in from PE or something, and he started bouncing one of those red rubber balls (the kind you use for kickball, dodgeball, 4-square, etc.) off the back of my head. I told him to stop it, and he didn't. I spun around and punched the ball that he was holding in front of him. The ball went into his breadbasket, and he fell down on the ground and started crying like a little girl. Unfortunately for me, the little b*stard's grandmother was a teacher at the school, so I was the one that got in trouble. After that, I retired, undefeated and un-tied.
I grew up with a psychotic father that was always getting into fights. Unfortunately, some of that misplaced machismo and insecurity got dumped on me. I'm in therapy now. In Israel there is no shortage of good mental health experts. Anyway, my last fight was a few years ago, and it went like most post-childhood fights I've encountered. My ex's father was a drug dealer, and the son of one of his addicted clients came by to "restore honor to his family." Bear in mind all of the participants are uneducated, Israeli and living in the craphole known as the San Fernando Valley. This 21 year old thug punched out my ex's 60+ jockey-sized father. I asked him what was going on, and he started to cuss me out and took a swing at me. I was holding a bottle of beer in my hand and I just beat him as hard as I could over the head with it until it busted all over me (suffice to say, it doesn't work like in the movies). Blood, beer and glass all over the place, and it took about 9 swings before it busted. He ran away and didn't come back. Five minutes later, I shook like crazy. I've never started a fight in my life, and every one I've been in usually ended with me getting the guy on the ground and hitting him as hard and fast as I could in the face or picking up the heaviest thing around and hitting him over the head with it. And only then when I seriously thought my life was in danger. I hate getting in fights. I recently started boxing training, and I like it as a form of fitness and mental conditioning, especially as an outlet for anger, but I doubt it is practical for much in a fight other than to give you the confidence and presence of mind to not be bee-bee brained to be sucked into an ego-wanking contest where someone could get hurt over something stupid. Another funny thing is here in Israel, people are really confrontational, but are almost NEVER physical. It's pretty different compared to places I grew up in (LA, Houston, Corpus Christi). I've seen one fight here in a year, and it was between two bouncers and some drunk West African foreign workers that were kicked out of a club. Looking back though, I think the biggest factor that led to violence was putting myself in situations that were stupid to begin with (having too much to drink in bad neighborhoods and walking home, dating girls with criminal fathers, looking for the wrong kind of stimulation in anti-social places and with unhealthy people). People with healthy self-esteem don't tend to have these sort of experiences, and have no problem running the hell away from potentially lethal confrontation. It doesn't make you a "man" to risk injury to avoid a slight. It makes you an insecure child with something to prove. Run away, and do the fighting in a gym if you need the outlet. Just my two cents.
I've been in one fight in my life. Third grade. My best friend Sean and I got a little heated on the basketball court during recess and he ended up sitting on me. As we were going to the principals office, the teacher stopped us halfway, looked at us sincercely and said, "you two don't really want to go to the principal's office, do you?". We were both good kids who'd never really been in trouble beyond talking in class a bit so we were scared as hell so we answered, "no ma'am, we're really sorry". Her response? "TOO BAD!!!". There have been a few close calls on the basketball court in junior high and high school. Closest I came to blows was with Art Howe's son. He was a cockgobbler. A couple years ago, three of my good friends and I hit a bar in Katy. When we walked in, this table started giving us looks and talking **** to us. We asked them to step outside and they ran out there itching for a fight. Of course, all the enthusiasm they had in their 5'7" bodies quickly disappeared when they saw a 7'0" guy, a 6'6" guy, a 6'3" guy and a 5'11" guy ready to whoop some ass.
