Ok, we all talk about it, but who here has actually beat someone up?

In response to the poll thread about what it would take to make you open the proverbial can of whoop ass on someone, who here has actually done it. Sure, lots of people can say "if you insult my mama, I'll punch your teeth out", but seriously, who here has actually fought someone?

I came pretty close one time, but I backed down when I realized that if I punched the guy in front of a bunch of teachers I'd probably be expelled from high school, which would have ruined my life.

What's your story?

Oh, and if you insult my mama in this thread, I'll kick your ass (you bastard)!

this guy fucked over my younger sister, so me and some friends hit him several times with baseball bats.

it wasn't a good idea.

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several times.

Why and how? This is what I'm interested in... see, this one guy basically decided to throw me to the ground with wrestling moves, crush my face on the floor, and break my nose and jaw against a doorframe because of what had started as a friendly snowball fight. When my friend finally pulled him off me, he and I were face to face, ready to break each others' bones. I think that in a fair fight (without his varsity wrestling team moves, I was a tennis player), I would have been able to do some damage because I'm heavier and stronger than him, but about 4 inches shorter. Anyway, I didn't want to get thrown out of school just as I was applying to get into college, so I pretended the whole thing was a joke and that this guy didn't just try to permanently disfigure my face because of a snowball fight. I'm just wondering why people actually fight these days... the fear of being arrested and going to jail for years on an assault charge because of some dumb insult seems to outweigh the satisfaction that one may achieve from a good throwdown.

between punching someone just say once or twice and really beating someone up (hitting them alot, kicking them on the ground, etc.)

um...i've done a few of both but mostly the first one

in the Cleveland, Ohio area, I had a reputation to uphold. For some bizarre reason fighting was considered cool. Or was that neat or keen? I forget. The 60's is a long time ago.

I was in probably over a hundred street fights and never was beaten. I was tied once, however, by a guy who had just been released from prison. His name was Benny Stratton and he had the biggest hands I've ever seen. He and I mixed it up at a bar and after the "tie" we both ended up in jail. Since he was so well known in those circles he had his buddies gang up on me in the holding cell. They kicked the piss out of me and burned me with cigarettes until Mr. Policeman broke it up and put us in separate cells. You know, I don't think I've been in a physical fight since. I went on to become a bouncer for a while but used my pr skills to keep things cool.

After I got involved in Martial Arts my desire to "fight" lessened even more.

The End.

I don't like to fight now. As a youngster, had a few brushes with the law over some fights, one in particular, it got nasty... on my part, yes I did win, but ultimately lost as I had to deal with the deserved assault charge.

Got to the semis once and the finals once of the Texas Golden Gloves.
Does that count?

If not, then I'll go with this one. A couple of months ago I went and told a guy who had bought some tires from me (I own a gas station) on credit. He had not paid me for months. I called him and told him I wanted my money or I was going to take my fucking tires back. I did not hear from him for a while, so I went to his wife's place of work (the tires were for her vehicle, not his), jacked up her truck and took my tires. I took them off of the wheel, went back and tossed the wheels into the cargo bed.

The next day the asshole came to my station. I went out to meet him and he asked for his tires back. I asked for my money. He told me to fuck myself, I called him a motherfucker and turned away.

He did not like me turning away so he grabbed my shoulder. I smacked him with a spinning back fist (mostly with the side of my hand so I wouldn't break it) on the side of the head, followed through and tagged him with a picture perfect spinning back kick to the gut.

He folded up like an old lawn chair and went down. I kicked him, more like punted him when he was down twice. Step, step, KICK! Step, step, KICK!

I left him there and went back to work. He finally crawled to his feet, got to his truck and left. His wife started making $25 a week payments on the tires the next week and paid them off. I remounted them when they did.

Both when I was less than 10-years-old.

Got my butt kicked in the first one.

The second one was against two kids - one my age, one a year older just down the street. I punched one of them in the stomach, and he dropped to all fours, and I pushed the other kid over the first kid, and he fell and hit his head on a log. Even though neither one of them had laid a hand on me, I still rode my bike home crying, and my dad was pulling out of the driveway in his truck and saw me and asked me what was wrong. I don't remember what I told him, or if I even made sense, but he drove over to the house I had come from (with me in the car) and gave the two kids a talking-to while they were sitting on the porch of the house, one holding his stomach, the other holding his head. :)

I decided to retire with my win/loss at 50-50. :)

TlalocW

and the second rule, too...

STFU

Tyler

I still do know how I would have avoided it. Was targeted by a little shit that I now understand was just trying to use me (seemingly an easy target) as his proof that he was tough. After getting "jumped" by him during PE, I had him in some kind of bizarre "hold." He would not give up, and thus I could not let him go. The coach finally came around and told us to "break it up." I let go and he quickly got up and kicked me, then ran off. What a joke. He failed at his attempt to prove anything, and bizarrely enough I gained respect, or a sort.

Broke a nose or two,had bottles broken over my head. Boot fucked and been boot fucked as the saying goes.

I was the short-fat kid in middle school/high school so there were more than numerous fights.

As an adult I worked as a bouncer and fought two guys outside the club who were trying to rob the owner. I got off with a fat lip and loose tooth, one of the attackers took home a shattered hand and broken wrist, the other took home three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder.

I got into a fight with my Dad in the dining room of our restaurant after hours one night. It was the only time we ever fought to a standstill, and trashed the place in the process. The battle stopped when we both started laughing and putting the dining room tables back together.

I stopped a guy from beating his girlfriend in the parking lot of an apartment building where we lived a couple of years after Mrs. McLargehuge and I were married. I dislocated his shoulder and broke a couple of his ribs too. I walked away from that one unhurt.

I had an altercation with a crack dealer and his junkie friends in another apartment where we lived, but it never escallated to actual fisticuffs.

So yeah, I've been in a few.

When I was little (think 8 or 9) there was a kid on my street who was a little older and a little bigger than the rest of us. He would catch us all one at a time and beat us up. Finally my momma informed us that there were more of us than there were of him. So the next time he thought he had one of us alone...the others were hiding and waiting for him. Collectively we pummeled him.

After that he didn't pick on us any more and later on when we were all a bit older we were actually friends.

I won most of them, but got my ass kicked a few times as well.

As an adult, I've only been in two fights, neither of which I could find a way to avoid. One guy ended up with a broken/hyperextended knee, and the other one got knocked out by the cue ball that I lobbed at his head.

I've grown to abhor violence, but I'll not refrain from playing dirty if I'm forced to respond.

no more because I'm older and I don't like the idea of hurting anyone but when I was in my twenties I was in more than a few scraps.

One of my favorite "I kicked his ass" stories was once when I was about 19 I gave my drunken brother in law a ride in my Moms car. He took the car keys from me at one point and jumped into the driver seat and I had to jump in next to him to try and stop him from driving. I reached over and threw the car in park and yanked the keys out and this 40 year old man punched me dead in the face and it stunned me good. In fact I rolled out of the car dazed and he came around to try and get the keys from me. I happened to glance into the car and on the floor of the back seat was the tire iron

Well...let's just say he walked home very slowly.

Turned out a few years sgo he was arrested for using a date rape drug on a 14 year old girl and assaulted her. I'm glad I beat his ass with that tire iron and if I ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on him again I would bring back an old memory for him

the first few years of high school (most in the boarding place that I hated so much) -- I don't count those youthful dominance-hierarchy bouts as 'real' fights -- I've only had one real physical altercation, not all that long ago.

I beat the hell out of him. It was self-defense, all the way, in response to his attack. I had to beat him beyond all reason because that's what it took to neutralize his immediate threat. None of his kicks or punches landed on me -- my first response got me out of the way of his attack and I followed his limb as he withdrew and hammered him with a rapid succession of strikes that never gave him much in the way of a recovery time.

If it wasn't for many years of martial arts training, I doubt I'd have responded anywhere near as quickly or effectively (verily, I was in the exalted "no mind" state of mind for a while there). As it was, I still hesitated a tiny bit at times and definitely could have been more full-on 'aggressive,' but something was holding me back from inflicting maximum damage...just wanted to take him out of play, even though I couldn't have chosen a nicer fella on whom to bestow broken or dislocated bits and other anatomical mayhem. My punches, especially, were not particularly graceful, either -- once I committed myself and emerged from my 'automatic' defense response, I was painfully aware that I had to keep him reeling and knock him out or down or he'd come back and hurt my body rather badly (I had some physical edge on him but he was very strong and used to fight in the streets and teach karate).

I'd had plenty of cause to pre-emptively pulverize him but I restrained myself for a long, long time. Even when the time came to respond to his attack I exercized a lot of restraint. He later came after me with a weapon, but that's a different story.

I've had several near-misses as an adult, but that was my only true fight. I'm not seeking out a second, but I'll always be prepared to defend myself or someone else. The fight was actually invaluable, in that I was fighting in almost complete darkness, in the wee hours, in a very restricted area, with a third party present who almost cost me more than a little pain and blood -- all lessons that I knew from my martial arts background, but lessons proven by real life tend to stick with you a little better.

closing a car door on a guys head until he can no longer talk right or walk straight count? Bastard shouldn't stole my 8-track player, that's all imma sayin'.