Fighting?

So, has anyone been caught/involved in any fights?

What was the cause and story?

 

Yeah. This dude tackled me at job corps and put me in a choke hold. I got loose and he started walking away, so I grabbed him, flung him down on the couch, and started pounding his face.....UFC style. About 30 people were watching outside the window and 20 or so people in the dorm were watching, but nobody told, so I didn't get in any trouble for that one. I was known as "The Champ" after that. lol

 

nah. i just got my ass kicked a lot, for pretty obvious reasons.

 

Two serious ones.

One was in 6th grade, I was on the way home from school, and we all rode our bikes home. This guy, Franky, kept on hitting my bike with his... I ignored it at first... I was a pretty quiet, insecure, reserved guy... but they he made my bike fall, on me. I got up, faced him, and punched him in the jaw. He tried to swing back, I punched him again, in the jaw. He fell down, got up tried to swing at me, I ducked it and punched him in the nose.

We both got suspended for it. Good stuff. Didn't really feel much better about myself after that one though.

The other one happened in 11th grade. I was just minding my own business, walking around the halls, reading a book. The stupid kids had a knack for this idiotic game when you go around and slap people's dicks (it hurts like hell), and run away. Anyhow, he was passing by doing that shit (I honestly don't know how 17 year olds could even thing of playing such an idiotic game)... and I looked at him and told him : "Man... don't do that shit to me, ya hear? I'm not playing". Anyhow, he went away... 5 minutes later... I'm standing and reading, and the fucker comes by and does it to me... I explode man... punch him in the face, punch him in the stomach, he punches me back, hits my arm, I kick him, he kicks back, I throw him against a locker, he falls down, two big guys run over to grab me, and the **** gets up and hits me while those guys are holding me back... so I break their grip somehow (addrenaline rush from hell), and push him against the locker again... he goes down and starts crying, they grab me again, and drag me away.

I think that those were the only moments in my life in which I've shown such aggression. At least I won both fights.

 

Last night this stupid idiot down the pub was in the girls toilets and looking over the cubicles. He's a twat who thinks he's a big drug-dealer, but he's nothing more than a middle-man who rips people off; he's looking to get shot, due to his £4K debt to a coke dealer. In this cubicle is my ex-girlfriend. She gets upset so her boyfriend, our friend, goes over to this prick and starts talking to him. We're all stuck within this narrow corridor - people on this guys side, and on my friends side - when finally a punch is thrown from their side. So, as a retaliation I swing for this fucker and smacked him clean in the socket between a crowd of people. It ended with my friend getting sucker punched and the bouncers dragging them away and kicking them out of the pub.

More to come...

 

You damn Britons and your hooligan ways

 

Gangsta Gangsta

Sounds fun.

 

I've got a bucket load of stories for you. I'll tell you a good one shortly.

 

Please do.

 

I shall when I have some more time. It involves an 'animal', a shoe, a plastic pint glass, and a main road.

 

There was this other time at job corps when this snitch ass mofo was talking shit, so threw my lunch tray at him and covered him in all kinds of shitty job corps food. Then he walked up to me and he was looking down at me with his big ass melon head, and I slapped him hard as fuck right in front of everyone, then we were pulled apart by the center administrator. Then the fucker invited me into his dorm to fight, but when I came in there he was just sitting in his chair and he wouldn't even look at me, so I basically bitched him out in front of everyone of his dorm mates.

 

Another time at job corps, this other snitch wanted to sit at the lunch table with me and I told him not to, but he sat down anyway. So I poured milk all over his food before he even took a bite. He told me to meet him outside, so I told him to let me finish my other carton of milk and I'd be right out. He went out, I grabbed the steak knife off my lunch tray and followed him out. Then when I came out of the cafeteria carrying the knife, he turned around and went back inside like a little bitch. hahaha that was fun. He never did get to eat lunch that day, because the lunch ladies wouldn't give him anymore. hahahaha

 

This other time at job corps, I threw this crip's $120 Timberland boot on the roof. Then he asked me if I threw it on the roof and I said "Yep" so he started talking shit. Everyone was watching, including a bunch of people who I KNEW would snitch on us both, so when he started swinging, I already had it in my head that I wasn't gonna swing back and I just stood there with my hands behind my back and let him do what he wanted to do. Then I proceeded to make him look like a bitch, even though he had just punched me a couple of times. He was complaining about his shoes and saying "Look at these shoes.....they're fuckin expensive." He said "You probably don't understand, because you have shitty shoes", so I said "Yeah, but I still have both of mine......you're walking around in your shower shoes". He started crying in front of everyone, while still talking shit. Everyone was like "Yo Brian, just beat his ass....we got your back if you need us", but I just chose to bitch him out verbally instead. Then, as I suspected, someone snitched on us and he got kicked out of job corps and I didn't get shit because I didn't swing back. hahaha

 

Okay, this is a long story, but I think it's a good one.

I was at a disco that my school held about a year back. I was pretty drunk, but sober enough to stabilise myself and talk clearly. As we - me, plus 5 other guys - were about to leave we sat on a wall outside the venue, just outside a police station. My friend needed to ring his father for a lift home. So we waited. Then, out in the distance, fifty yards or so, a guy shouts with his four friends, 'Oi, boys! Want a fight, or somthin'?' We ignored it at first and carried on, because it's the same usual drunkard talking shit. Eventually they come over and start talking to us, with the intention of fighting. This short bastard pointed to this 6 foot 3 guy and said to me, amidst the talking, 'you know what we call this guy?'

'No, what?' I reply.

'The animal.'

...

'Do you know why we call him the animal?'

'Because he's an animal?' I smirk and lightly chuckle; trying to get casual and comfortable with them and the atmosphere.

'It's not funny, butt' ('butt' is Welsh slang for 'friend', but used to often to actually mean it)

'No! I know it's not. I can see he's an animal' I get defensive.

Eventually, some guy starts squaring up to my best friend so I get on my toes and asses the situation. He then swings for my friend and so, with a pint glass that I kept from the party, I smash it over the side of his face and it shatters. Everything kicks off. The 'animal' power walks towards me and swings like a monkey; full round-house jabs. It was so slow that it made it extremely predictable when and where it would land on my face, so I duck on reflex. I swing back and land a nice uppercut on his chin. He tries again, but drops on my second smack.

Then, as the animal writhes on the floor, I see this other guy on the floor. So I run up to him full force and kick him clean in the face - I wasn't entirely sure who's side he was on the next day, but it didn't matter, because it felt good at the time (I don't want to know and be left with guilt if he was on our side).

I then find a shoe in the middle of the road. I pick it up and smack it on the back of this guys head, who's pounding the shit out of my other friend on the floor. Then more people in cars start turning up. So I figure out the best thing to do, as a last resort; don't forget, this all happened outside a police station.

I run to the copshop and start pounding on the windows. It takes a good 5 minutes before they notice me and come running like the cavalry of pigs that they are; slow and stupid as fuck.

In the end they get arrested and a night in the cells. The guy I hit with the pint was covered in blood and still managed to start mouthing off to me whilst in cuffs. Stupid cunts.

 

I'm not going to count boxing or lethwai.

Only two since I've been an adult. I was kinda a thug when I was a kid.

When I was 18, my ex was at work (Chilis) and one of her coworkers kept bothering her. I asked her if she wanted me to say something (I'm not going to ones work and look for a fight) she said yes. So I was there eating waiting up for her and I saw the guy right outside. Polite as could be, I asked him to leave her alone. He swings at me, so I fade back, cross, step in elbow across his face, and then headbutted him.

Incedently, my ex was suspended, and not mad at me. I would have been if I were her. Guy got off with a broken nose and a few bruises.

The other was (I was 20) a girl who was a friend of my roomate, who called him up in a panic about her boyfriend being outside. if I were sober, I would have called the police, but my roomate didn't want to.

We headed over there, and knocked on her door. She let me in, and my roomate confronted the guy. My roomate was a 52 year old man with MS. He pushed he guy, the guy fought back.

I threw the guy off my roomate and he came after me. I jabbed him a few time and then knee to his ribs. He feel to his knees and I gave him a roundhouse to his head.

Later I discovered he not only spent two nights in the hospital with dislocated rib and mild brain hemoraging and concuscion, but also that the bitch lied to my roomate, and she just wanted the guy beaten up. The guy was a local thug and I don't think the cops looked very hard for either of us, but I felt bad later.

Incidently, I've decided to let the cops handle about everything. If danger isn't immenent, I'm just going to back down. I don't need to prove anything.

 

I've never gotten into a fight.

 

i've never wanted to.

 

Hmm. Well, when I was a youngin', I fought. :sweatdrop
I was quite a tom-boy, actually. haha
Ofcourse along the way I became more peaceful. (look where I am now, yano?)


I work at, and I do Aikido (way of 'peace' and energy)
and Iaido (way of the sword. It's very quick.
It's drawing- killing apponent in 1 cut- and sheithing.)
They are forms of meditation, as well.
Though, it is considered "fighting". I think it is very meditative.
It is enlightening. You access your soul and mind..
and feel the soul of others, it seems.
It teaches alot, including spirituality. Or so, that's how I feel about it anyway.
(and how I was taught, I guess)


Ofcourse, I don't promote fighting. It's all about peace, for me.
But, the only time I fight, is to protect people on the spot.
(and I had to a couple times so far,
even against men, no less.. feel bad, tho)

 

Well not counting the numerous time my brother and I got into it....

One time, I think I was probably in either 4th or 5th grade, there was this girl who I absolutely HATED, and vise vera. Idk exactly how it happened, or even who started it, but one day we just ended up going at it, pulling each other's hair, kicking one another...I got 2 weeks detention for that.

Then there was this one time in 8th grade I believe, when there was this girl who was apparently talking shit about me. Well at the time, I thought I was the shit, so I walk up to this girl, who has to be about 3 feet taller than me, and about 100 pounds heavier than me, and say "So what's this I hear your talking about me" and I push her. I had no idea what I had just gotten myself into. She automatically grabbed my hair, started punching me, and even though she was 10 times stronger, I wasn't giving up. I punched and kicked and pulled everywhere and everything on her. In the end, luckily a teacher ran over. Thank god he did, I wouldn't want to know what would of happened if he hadn't.

Looking back, I can't believe I got into those fights at those ages. They sound like just stupid little kid fights, but I remember them well, those were no wimpy little battles. I bled and had bruises after those.

I would never fight like that now though. I took this vow about 2 years back to never use violence unless I absolutely had to, in a life or death situation. Those fights were definitely avoidable, and now a days I would just walk away from them and hold up a peace sign.

My how I have changed.

 

You gotta do what'cha gotta do kiwi.

I really liked Aiki. I only took it for 6 months, but I really like how intellectual it is. You can't move fater then your opponent it seems.

martial arts are very deeply introspective.