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Post by BigPapaJoe on Aug 16, 2017 6:46:28 GMT -5
Did you win? Did you lose? Did it matter? How did you feel after it's conclusion? Victorious? Remorseful? Scared? Humiliated? Ashamed?
People here seem pretty civil. But everyone has a dark side.
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Post by Confessor on Aug 16, 2017 7:45:17 GMT -5
Weird idea for a thread, but OK... I've only been in two proper fights in my life (I'm a lover, not a fighter...to quote Micheal Jackson  ). The first was when I was about 14, I guess, and it happened because I'd been a wise ass to the school bully, who I really, really disliked. He wanted revenge and accosted me one day, as I was walking to a local shop to buy some comics. It all happened really quickly -- he grabbed me by the neck and started punching me in the face. I tried to twist free, but I didn't throw a punch back. It was all over pretty quickly and I just went back home, feeling humiliated and with a sore jaw. The other fight I've been in was much later -- only about 5 or 6 years ago. I was playing a gig and there was this utter clown at the front of the stage pulling faces at me, coming right up to the mic I was singing in and trying to intimidate me, all for no other reason than he was drunk and was a d**k. He then started jumping up and down, pogoing at the front of the raised stage and, as he jumped about like an idiot, he accidentally bashed into the microphone stand I was standing in front of, which in turn caused the mic to smash into my teeth (microphones are heavy, metal objects and getting one pushed into your face like that is like being hit in the mouth with a hammer -- I've actually lost teeth in the past because of that happening). Anyway, as the mic smashed into my mouth I just totally lost it -- the "red mist" came down. I immediately stopped playing and kicked this guy two or three times in the head with my big heavy Doctor Martin boots. He went down and the bouncers were up on the stage trying to restrain me before I knew what was happening. Like a true professional, I broke free of their grip, swung my guitar back on and was back at the microphone for the start of the third verse. Damn guitar didn't even go out of tune!  |
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Post by adamwarlock2099 on Aug 16, 2017 8:28:31 GMT -5
Like Confessor, I'd rather make love than make enemies, but I have only twice in my life. Both times in school. Once was just some stupid alpha male BS dare stupidity. We both came out pretty even. The last time was in middle school when I taunted a jock that might as well have been the Hulk for all I know for treating his girlfriend the way he did. The result of that was pretty much if he really had been the Hulk. But to quote Marv "It really gets my goat when guys rough up dames." Doesn't help I fancied her anyway. The things I'll do for the fairer sex.  |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 8:47:48 GMT -5
I got in a fight once in Junior High with a guy about my size and weight and I was a virtual unknown to the students at that particular Junior High and one of my buddies was in Cub Scouts and he knows what I'm capable of. For the Record, I have 3 older brothers they are all 4 years and older than me and I hold my ground with them constantly arm wrestling them and half of the time I end up beating them. So, this guy provoked me so bad and called me a chicken and he took the first swing at me and with my experiences with my older brothers - I decked the guy right in the stomach and he went down like a sack of potatoes and I walked away. I told the kids there ... he threw the first punch and I reacted in self-defense and that's why nobody wants to mess with me because I wore hearing aids and he was ridiculing me for wearing them in school.
When some of the students saw this ... I was left alone and never, ever bothered me for the rest of my Junior and Senior High School years. Because they did know how physically strong I was and playing with my older brothers that built up my strength considerably. He asked for it and I wasn't proud of doing that and it's all self defense and the students at that time backed me up and I wasn't punished for that fight. The other guy did and he got a week suspension from school and had to make up the time at the end of school year attending 1 week of summer school all by himself.
That's the only fight that I had in School and anywhere else.
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Post by brutalis on Aug 16, 2017 9:03:10 GMT -5
Had a few playground matches in grade school where I was picked on because i was relatively smaller than most. Gained the nick name Moose at that time because any guy bigger than me my 1st move was to run into them full speed with my head down and crush into their stomach knocking them down on the ground where their size didn't matter. Then I would punch and punch getting in whatever shots I could in hopes of going down fighting. Every time the guys would get up and after say hey enough and we would be friends after that. Seemed like every year There would be a new kid in school doing this with me. By Junior High (6th grade) we were all friends and the guys in the morning before class would pick me up and use me as a battering ram going through the junior high building hitting all of the metal classroom doors with my head making them ring. Memories eh?!?
My last 2 fights were as a Freshman in high school. A typical little guy trying to impress his friends by picking on another guy (me the typical looking nerd with glasses) and trying to push me around as I got off the school bus in the morning. Standard meet me after school BS. So as I leave class end of the day he is waiting just outside the school campus where my bus will be. He has 7-8 buddies there with him and I arrive. So he starts trash talking and such and shooting off his mouth/etc until finally I just put my school books onto the ground and take off my glasses and give them to a friend. Then I politely walk up to him (we were about the same size) and say are we doing this or is he going to keep talking? He huffs and puffs and tells his buddies to go ahead and beat my ass. I said fine and dove into him before they could do anything and I proceed to whup his butt. I stand up and his buddies are ready to dive in and by then most of my freshman pals from grade school have all turned up to catch the bus ride home and the 10-12 of them speak up and said hey, it was a fair fight, he called me out and he got his answer. They all backed down and we went home and never had a problem with that guy again.
2nd fight Freshman year was a few weeks later waiting in the Science Lab early before class with a few other guys in the class studying. A typical tough guy/athlete comes in who is in the class and proceeds to bullying and shoving some of the guys around. Comes up to me and the guy I am studying with and grabs the other guy and starts in saying how he is going to beat him up and make him cry. I quietly turn around and pick up a pair of metal tongs we use for holding test tubes over the Bunsen burners and use it to grab the tough guys hand and twist making him let go of the other guy. Tell him if he wants to to pick on somebody why not go do it outside with the other neanderthals since us human beings inside are trying to study and learn. He looks at me and then walks away leaving the lab. Comes up later at lunch and tells me that I am the 1st person to stand up to him and he was only doing it because the other athletes were daring him to torment us "nerds" in the class. After standing up to him we became friends and he is my best friend and buddy to this day. I was his best man at his wedding and his son's call me uncle.
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Post by hondobrode on Aug 16, 2017 10:17:54 GMT -5
A couple of years ago I asked my son and three daughters if they'd ever been in a fight. None of them had but my son had come close once. He would've done fine. The principal's son was picking on one of the twins and my son told him to back off. At the time I was in L.A. and they were in Nebraska. Kids are brought up to not fight, which is fine, but at a certain point you need to defend yourself. I told Nick to tell the punk if he didn't back off that not only would Nick defend but that I'd personally fly back there and kick his dad's principal ass as well. He told him and nothing ever happened  My parents lost three babies before I was born due to them being born too early. I was the first to live though I was three months early and only weighed 2 lbs and 10 ounces. Being a preemie, you're behind both physically and mentally until around the age of 10. I wasn't small but my coordination wasn't very good. Kids are animals and I got picked on a lot until I was 8. That's when everything kicked in. Everyone in my grade school fought, even the girls. Don't know why, that's just the way it was. Very common. Kung Fu was big around the time in the early 70's, and I'd read a book from the library about it. Myron, the toughest kid in the class, was picking on some other kid. I thought I'd try some of this Kung Fu out defending him. It was Charles Atlas-esque and worked amazingly well, and not just against anyone, but Myron, the tough guy. I was in some fights over the next few years in grade school but haven't been in a fight since. I'm 6'3" 250 lbs with a big barrel chest and shoulders. I'd hold my own I'm sure if I had to. If I didn't have my glasses I'd be next to blind and my double and triple fusion back surgeries don't help my flexibility, but still, I'd do fine. |
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Post by codystarbuck on Aug 16, 2017 13:48:07 GMT -5
It was caught on film... |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 21:38:11 GMT -5
the last time was probably 20 years ago.
and I was attacked by someone in a bar (he thought I had done something, but can't recall what). he had me up against the bar wall, and was choking me.
I used the beer bottle in my hand, to bash him over the head with it until he hit the floor, and then bashed him a few more times until the bottle broke (most of the beer spilled out when I was hitting him with it while he was chocking me).
the Bar Owner and Manager (who knew me well, since my roommate worked there) threw his ass out on the street, and then bought me a replacement beer.
they never called the police, and I never saw the guy again.
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Post by Icctrombone on Aug 17, 2017 5:26:21 GMT -5
the last time was probably 20 years ago. and I was attacked by someone in a bar (he thought I had done something, but can't recall what). he had me up against the bar wall, and was choking me. I used the beer bottle in my hand, to bash him over the head with it until he hit the floor, and then bashed him a few more times until the bottle broke (most of the beer spilled out when I was hitting him with it while he was chocking me). the Bar Owner and Manager (who knew me well, since my roommate worked there) threw his ass out on the street, and then bought me a replacement beer. they never called the police, and I never saw the guy again. Wow, You're lucky they didn't press charges. |
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Post by Randle-El on Aug 17, 2017 14:16:01 GMT -5
I have trained in martial arts for most of my life, and I've never been in a real fight since I started training. Had a few playground battles as a kid before I trained though, and got beat up enough to get bloodied, but not so bad that I was seriously hurt or endangered.
About fighting, I will say this: I think the vast majority of altercations are ones that can be avoided, and are largely due to male pride and/or too much alcohol. Even when things get a little rough, the situation can still be salvaged by not retaliating if the attack was more of a provocation than a true threat to your safety. For other situations, they can still be mostly avoided by situational awareness and avoiding scenes where bad stuff will go down. The few situations where fighting is unavoidable are also usually the most dangerous ones -- can't walk away, genuine threat to your personal safety. My philosophy is that I think everyone should try to avoid fighting as much as humanly possible, but if you have to fight, fight as if life and limb depended on it (whether yours or someone you're protecting). That means fighting dirty -- elbows, knees, groin, eye, and throat strikes, using whatever weapon you have available. But also doing only enough damage so that you can escape. At the end of the day, self-defense is really about protecting your life and being able to go back home to your loved ones. The reality is that real fights can go south really fast, and even if you have training, it's not a silver bullet. I've known people who got in fights who were trained and had things turn out bad for them because someone had friends who had their back, or someone was packing a knife. You never know what can happen.
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Post by Jesse on Aug 17, 2017 14:32:44 GMT -5
I was violently assaulted and robbed by three people while walking down the street at night my senior year in high school. I spent the next month in the hospital and underwent several reconstructive surgeries on my face. My face was so swollen I looked like one of the goofy goldfish with the puffy cheeks. I spent the next six months being home schooled because of my injuries. 17 years later I still have a titanium surgical pin in my lower jaw which is often painful and three surgery scars around my jawline which I generally cover up by not shaving. At times I have had severe PTSD from this incidence as well as the shitty treatment I experienced at the hospital afterward.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2017 16:58:49 GMT -5
I was violently assaulted and robbed by three people while walking down the street at night my senior year in high school. I spent the next month in the hospital and underwent several reconstructive surgeries on my face. My face was so swollen I looked like one of the goofy goldfish with the puffy cheeks. I spent the next six months being home schooled because of my injuries. 17 years later I still have a titanium surgical pin in my lower jaw which is often painful and three surgery scars around my jawline which I generally cover up by not shaving. At times I have had severe PTSD from this incidence as well as the shitty treatment I experienced at the hospital afterward. Oh Man, I feel your pain as I read your post here and it's isn't easy to share this and thanks for taking the time to express it and I'm totally in loss of words as I think about the suffering that you went through. |
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Post by Confessor on Aug 17, 2017 17:28:46 GMT -5
Sad to hear about that, Jesse. And I totally agree with Randle-El that fights should always, if at all possible, be avoided. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2017 18:13:16 GMT -5
the last time was probably 20 years ago. and I was attacked by someone in a bar (he thought I had done something, but can't recall what). he had me up against the bar wall, and was choking me. I used the beer bottle in my hand, to bash him over the head with it until he hit the floor, and then bashed him a few more times until the bottle broke (most of the beer spilled out when I was hitting him with it while he was chocking me). the Bar Owner and Manager (who knew me well, since my roommate worked there) threw his ass out on the street, and then bought me a replacement beer. they never called the police, and I never saw the guy again. Wow, You're lucky they didn't press charges. self defense. and a bar full of witnesses. |
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Post by Cei-U! on Aug 17, 2017 19:37:11 GMT -5
I've never been in a physical fight. I've been beat up, mind you, but since I'm incapable of defending myself I'd hardly call that long-ago incident a "fight."
Cei-U!
I summon the first aid kit!
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