Ah yes... The MacBeth MacLashing: I sort of got mugged once. I was working the door at a bar, and this huge fight broke out ( long sotry, didn't directly involve me) inside the bar, and as we got it outside it exploded into a street brawl, and 6 or 7 cop cars showed up; and I was swinging away, and didn't get a scratch. Was ducking and sliding at all the right times, and generally felt like a god. So an hour or so later, I'm walking home ( it's about 3-4 in the AM) in a not great neighbourhood, with my walkman on, feeling pretty good about things, and these three stringy druggie looking guys are coming coming up on the sidewalk to my right. In that tunnel perspective you get with a walkman, I just gave them a sort of nod as we passed each other and wasn't even thinking about htem when WHAM! Something hits my face. For a second I can't figure out what's happened, and as I'm pulling off my earphones I get clouted in the side of the head. So I turn around and these 3 guys have spread out, and are telling me they want my walkman. In one of those moments inspired by machismo, I tell them to forget it, take it off, put it on the newspaper machines behind me, and get ready to rumble. As I said these guys were stringy, and I was in great shape and used to fighting ( boxing, karate, bouncing, etc.), so I'm doing ok for a while, but soon it becomes clear that I can't keep it up; for every shot I'm sending out, 3are coming back, and I'm getting tired. These guys are also on acid or soemthing, cause they're not really feeling some pretty hard shots, even though one's nose is broken. I kick one in the side of the knee to put him doen for a bit, abd grab another by the thraot and throw hiom down and start pummeling him on the ground, but as this takes me down on top of him, I'm now being kicked repeatedly by the 3rd guy, and the 2nd guy is limping over to get involved. My left hand is on the guy on the ground's throat, and my right is punching him, so I'm not really warding anything off anymore. Just as i realise that my energy is just about up, and soon I'm gonna be on the ground curled up in a ball getting stomped, these capbs all pull up and jump out and the two guys on top run/limp away. I'm having a hard time breathing, so I let the guy on the ground up, and he screams he's gonna sue me (!??!!) and takes off too, with the cabbies yelling at him. This one cabbie offers me a free ride home, and on the way he's telling me how well I was doing 3-1. I destroy the myth by admitting that, had they not come, I was about to get destoyed. To this day I think that, considering the state of these guys, and the damage I'd done, and the fact that I am sure my energy was just about completely up, if those cabbies hadn't shown up when they did, I would have been seriously hurt, and quite likely killed. I'm not a macho guy at rest, but in moments of action I somehow revert, and that hasn't changed all that much, unfortunately, since then, but it's made the post action realisation/fear a lot more profound. It happened to me on a night I felt invulnerable, when I was in great shape and could take care of myself. It can happen anytime, and I know that now. http://bbs.clutchfans.net/showpost.php?p=1366074&postcount=38
If you insist on lobbing the pitches in, the guys in here have no choice but to keep knocking them out of the park.
Never really been involved in a serious fight. I'm pretty skinny (although I've gotten bigger by lifting now) and I'm quick so I think I could hold my own. The closest I have ever gotten was at a concert with my girlfriend. We were near the front when a punk band came on and this group of punk kids starting moshing and a kid got pushed into my girlfriend. She's pretty small so I was already being protective and this just pissed me off real bad. I shoved the kid pretty hard and we started going at it a bit. Someone seperated us and it was me standing across from the whole group of them lined up. Fortunately for me, my friend and another huge guy with his girlfriend (who was pissed at them for the same reason) got behind me and that pretty much diffused the whole situation.
Last time I was in a scuffle i was actually jumped playing b-ball down at UH. It had been a rough game and everyone was heated. After I had stuff one dude really bad I was talking smack to him. Suddenly one of his friends grabbed me from behind and him and another friend start hitting me. Either they sucked or it was adrenaline but it didn't hurt at all. But after people pulled them off I was smart enough to leave. Damned Asians. (I'm Asian btw). Never played down there after that again either. Also teaches me not to talk smack to people I don't know. Hehehe.
I don't want to be all macho or anything, but I could drunken-monkey punch this entire BBS into oblivion....so y'all better chickety check yourself, or you can kiss your spleen, your gall bladder, and your vas deferens goodbye once they suffer rupture from the devastating impact of my mighty Kung Fu.
Considering fighting you should always be aware of your surrondings and never go places that have a tendency for fights breaking out. You can walk away from every other fight, to this day i have not been in a street brawl, I walked away from everyone, whats the point of ending up in jail? because if you want to disable someone set out to hurt you, you have to cripple them, and that leads to excessive force and jail time. If you guys have an itch to fight, join a martial arts/boxing/ muay thai gym. you fight people within a contolled environment and its a good way of relieving stress, so you wont have to fight someone on the street. Always walk away, if you're in a situation where you cant, you only have yourself to blame. And NEVER underestimate another fighter.
you attacked a guy because he 'smarted' off on you? what did he say that you felt you need to tackle him at full speed?
I have won very few fights in my life, although I used to regulary beat up one kid. We fought all of the time for some reason. Though today, I would get pulverized. I need to learn some self defence.
I'm sure this comes as a shock to nobody, but I got sucker-punched quite a bit in High-School. Even a couple of times in college. Then I got into a fraternity, and the fighting stopped.
I was in the UH Jujitsu/Grappling Club at UH for a couple of years; I could defintely hold my own and still feel confident about my abilities in a controlled setting but I would do anything to avoid a fight in a real confrontation. My older sister, who used to/still hangs out with a pretty rough crowd has come home telling many a story about friends who like to fight. Most of them ended with someone in the hospital/dead.
Excellent advice. I love to spar and get more than my fill of combat at the dojo. On top of that you don't have to worry about annoying side affects of street fighting like ripped and soiled clothes, road rash, picking bits of glass and trash out of you and jail.
