Have You Ever Been in a Serious Fist Fight?

STAY DOWN! I just saw my favorite Kids in the Hall skit, and I thought I'd start up a poll.

Have you ever been in a serious, physical fight? What happened? I wanna hear some stories.

On edit: Whoops, this should have been in the Lounge....Mods, can ya move it? Thanks...

Fortunately I was in the company of some Marines, who settled the situation quickly.

We're waiting.

One night in 1986 I went the Halászbástya disco with my roommate, her Marine boyfriend, and his colleagues. The disco was crowded and I jostled a few people on the way to our table, including a 'working girl.' This girl told a colleague, known to the Marines and nicknamed 'Benetar' because she looked and dressed a bit like Pat, that I dissed her and the latter decided to dispense justice. I was standing around minding my own business when I was beset by an angry prostitute shrieking, pounding me and pulling my hair. The Marines put a stop to this very quickly. We eventually got it out of her what the problem was and I told her it I bumped into her friend by accident. Sheesh.

Maybe there was something else behind it--perhaps she thought I was a competing hooker muscling in on her turf (I was a slender 23 year old dressed in stylish Hungarian garb at the time, after all.)

When I was younger I got into them a bit.

I got beat up by a kid in a cast.
I used to get beat up by groups of guys at a time (I had a big mouth)
I've won my share though, I think I'm about 50/50 from my youth, between 10 and 12 fights. None past my sophomore year in college (13 years ago) and I doubt there will be any more.

Take up boxing, its safer.

Where did you people grow up?

I grew up in New York, and I've been in at least 20 serious fist fights. Now, like most folks that do a couple, you'll find that you win some and you lose some, and some - the really good ones - go on forever, and end in a "draw" (i.e., you both lose).

I'd also like to say that I've been in fights with guys of all races. hell, I even fought a drunk Irish lush outside a bar in Sunnyside. You ain't a New yorker until you kick the crap out of an mick in Queens!

Now, all these happened between the ages of 15 and 22 (plenty of fights before 15, but those are rarely "serious). IOW, I haven't been in a good fight in eight years. I'd probably be a mush now, but I think I still have the hand speed and the on the ground quickness. Every fight goes to the ground.

"You ain't a New yorker until you kick the crap out of an mick in Queens!" OH MAN...

Prior to that, my grade school years, I lived in Coral Springs, FL... and everyone got along, for some odd reason.

Out here there is alot of animosity.... but most of it goes towards minorities and obvious assholes. So my fist fights were limited... in my younger years I was also well built and heavy... so no one wanted to fuck with me, really.

edit: I've seen one of those draw fights. The 'thug' that beat me up in the post below (who was also black) was being mocked by a rascist fuck from the backwoods, we were in the back of the school smoking cigs before first mod... well the thug punched the rascist (rightfully so) right in the face, the rascist hit him right back in the face.... repeart like 10x... and then they just stopped, they were all fucked up.

Won some. Lost some. Got some stories, but don't know if I want to share them when so many people here are into peaceful resolutions to disputes. Most have been with friends -- incl some of my best friends.
John
Instant asshole -- just add alcohol.

All my fights have involved booze. And, like you, some with my best friends. Some fights were serious and hardly mattered the next day...some were nothing and changed my entire relationship with them....weird stuff...

I think it's a Michigan thing. :evilgrin: Most every male friend I have has been in several knock down drag out brawls with multiple participants. I'd say about 90% of them involved alcohol. I'm glad I don't drink nearly as much as I used to. Alcohol and that other recreational drug really need to shift spots on the legality scale. Never really fought amongst my friends though. There was one night I remember however. We were drinking lots of beers and enjoying that other substance while playing LinksLS. Somehow the discussion turned to the fact that not only could I not beat my buddy in a fight but I wouldn't even land a punch. He threw 20 bucks on the desk and it was on. Needless to say, the way I was throwing, I couldn't have hit a sloth. When our little exercise was done it was back to golf.

Jay

A thug in my highschool (I say thug b/c he was always beating people up) accuse 'someone who looks exactly like' me, of stealing his wallet during gym class... although I skipped gym and went to play chess downstairs with a kid named Dave, who the thug knew.

So without warning, after explaining and telling him he should ask Dave... he punched me. The first fist I took since 3 grade when someone kicked me in the stomach and then punched me (I was then backed up by almost the entire of my farm league baseball team).

Anyways my world shook for a minute... but with my (much more substantial, at the point) weight, I knocked the kid right in the nose... kicked him in the nuts, gave him a right jab (knocking him to the ground in his disabled conditiong), and kicked him in the stomach while he was on the floor (just for being a complete ass). He later apologized.

On both the winning and losing side, I have since decided not to put myself into such a situation. I'll shoot someone before I fight them (I don't carry weapons anywhere, although I'm well armed here at home).

I was very unhappy from the age of 13 and I was angry at the world. I put all my energy into one thing-Tae Kwon Do. Night and day I practiced and sparred. By the age of 19 I had a 2nd degree black belt, a bad mouth and a bad attitude. I was known to take on more than one person and I had learned that the leg was longer and stronger than the arm so I was very adept at the full gamut of TKD kicks and a little savate thrown in for good measure. I got hurt bad once by four guys. Then 'Nam happened and when the military discovered I could speak Russian, had this martial arts training and knew a little about explosives from working with my uncle's demolition company and was an excellefnt shot I got to do all kinds of interesting things. My wife pretty much saved me from myself in the end. Thank God for a good woman!

This sounds fucking interesting...do tell more....

First one was in grade school. I was being bullied, so I stomped the crap out of the bully. I was left alone after that.

In high school, one classmate thought that starting shit with me was a good idea. A slight beating fixed that.

The first time someone tried to mug me, it was two guys trying to take my purse. I started swinging, until it ocurred to me that the odds were against me, so I took my wallet and let them take my purse.

The last time someon tried to mug me, I had a lot of hostility looking for an outlet, and the 6'3" mugger (I'm 5'3") picked the wrong chick to attack. I broke his arm and shattered his cheekbone, and kept my purse.

There were a few other mugging attempts in between, and I punched my way out of being robbed, mostly because the dumb motherfuckers weren't expected a girl to fight back. Thanks be, I haven't had to do that for a long, long time!

Doesn't sound like a vacation destination.

in Kansas City Missouri, when I walked everywhere.

One was when I was 6. We were kind of friends but we were jockeying for the position of best friend of another kid. So he challenged me to a fight for it (ah, youth) and then backed out at the last second because I was a girl and apparently he just realized there was no way to win. So I cornered him after school and threw sticks at him (ah, youth) until he took a swing at me. Kicked his butt even when he was really fighting but then changed schools a month later so I didn't really get the benefit of being this other kid's best friend.

The other was in middle school. I was kind of shy and stuck to myself but this one girl in German class kept making kissing faces at me (presumably I was a lesbian because I wore jean jackets- I dunno.) Anyway, one day on the bus home her friend came up and said they wanted to fight me. So I said alright. I met them at the designated location, the girl in my class tried to slap me, I ducked and knee-ed her in the groin. She shouted a lot and limped off with her friend and that was more or less the end of it. She went to a different high school so I never had to deal with her again but her friend was in a class with me years later and tried to be all buddy-buddy.

I guess they don't count as serious fist-fights and I generally reject violence, but in the second case I'm quite proud of standing up for myself and in the first, well, I was 6 and determined to prove I could run with the boys.

right in the face, roundhouse style. I was paralyzed with fear and the dude I was walking with took quite a few steps away as the altercation started. This guy who kicked me could have kicked my butt with no problem as I had not the first clue how do defend myself.

Instead, after a few moments of staring at me after the kick, he went running away yelling "You don't know me, man! You don't know me!" I picked up my books and caught up with my friend who was laughing his ass off. I asked him why I wasn't laying on the ground in a heap instead of walking home and my friend told me that after the kick my expression morphed into a manic grin. And here I honestly had no idea.

What was the whole fight over? Just the fact that the punk ran past me and knocked my books all over the ground even though he had all kinds of room to avoid me. I yelled to him to watch where the hell he was going and his answer to that was to come up and kick me. :shrug:

ass for no reason at all.. ..when i was 48, about 6 years ago I was at a Mexican restaurant, good food and rally nice classy dance floor and band. This really big, I mean BIG and pissed off at someone on the dance floor, actually REALLY HUGE guy about 6'11", Hulk Hogan on double shots of steroids, hits the security guard in the back of the head, knocks him and starts trying to get his gun, a 15 round 9mm out of its holster.. it had a twist lock holster and i figured that in about 15 seconds a lot of people were going to die. so i take a deep breath and kick his hand off the gun, grab him by the hair and drag Him up back off ballance...i put his arm behind his back and and run him across the dance floor and rammed him into the wall.. there was a problem with him being so muscle bound i couldn't get his wrist above his belt line.. his arms were bigger than my thighs and i am 6'6".. so he twists away from me and starts swing as fast as he can 1212121 this animal is really pissed off. I took Tai Che for about 3 months 20 years earlier, it saved my life. I was slapping his hands out of the way and walking back wards in a circle so i could maneuver into a position to RUN AWAY, that is what Dr Lu mm always said..do this or that, then..."run away". so we are standing in the middle of an empty dance floor, him grunting with the effort in each punch and me bitch slapping his HUGE fists out of the way.. this went on for for almost 10 minutes then his associates jumped us and pulled us apart yelling 'Policea', he did an Arnold pose and pointed a finger at me with that, 'this isn't over yet'..look, the cops later said that he was a Columbian Hit Man that had a contract to kill a guy in a crowded public area.... The guy with the gun ran outside to wait for the police. I didn't even get a thank you.

You definitely went above and beyond the call of duty, there. The dude with the gun coulda helped ya out, too, after you saved him. What a bastard!

I think I was a junior or a senior.

This dude in my homeroom kept picking on me, pretty big guy to.

After awhile I got sick of it and tore into him. I knew pretty well that I would lose, but I figured win or lose, this guy would leave me alone then.

Anyway, the fight was broken up real quick and neither of us won or lost. (but he did leave me alone after that)

Strangly, this guy went onto to become a pro football player, however within his first season he blew his car horn at the wrong person, who promptly got out of the car and shot him dead.

true story.

Even in elementary, there were "fight clubs" all over the place. Sometimes the 6th graders would attack the 4th graders, who would then take out their frustrations upon the 2nd graders.

'Course, in junior high school, it gets more serious. The occasional bloody nose and black eye, or worse if the football team decided to single you out for a beat-down. *shrug*

Guy broke my jaw in 2 places, it was wired shut for 9 weeks.
You have not known misery until you are starving and watching your roommates eat solid food.
I don't drink tequila anymore. For some reason, it always made me want to fight.
I drink beer and I'm everybody's friend.
Oh, and I don't get into fights anymore, either.

Seems logical ro ask you.

I starved, mostly.
A nutrionanist showed me how to boil chicken and potatoes then blend it.
Looked awful so I would never eat much.
I figured out that if I used a lid over the glass I wouldn't see it.
That worked, I ended up gaining 5 lbs.
Pretty bad time, I lost my job, moved from maui to my sisters in Oregon.
My sis saved me that time.

when my dad was probably about 18, he and his buddy were walking down the street. Some ruffians rolled by in a van and yelled something at them, and my dad's buddy gave em the old Mr. Digit hand puppet. The van screeched to a halt and four guys jumped out. They broke my dad's jaw, but my dad's friend got away practically scott-free.

behavior in my lifetime. It works and it's a lot less painful.

countless cousins but it was my brothers who I tussled with. I certainly didn't win every one of 'em but to this day my brothers will testify to my kids that indeed, their mom can throw a helluva mean right. ;-) All 108#s of me. I think it was that time period where I did much physical labor, unloading turcks by hand, that really left a big impression. hahaha

Julie

I'd probably get my ass kicked. :)

serious fist fights. With my sister too! Every week there was a battle royale in my house.

I have kicked ass and had ass kicked.

My friend Duane has been in well over 30 fist fights and not won a single one! In fact, he is such a bad fighter than he once was punched in the face and broke his leg!

that's what I TELL people I'm going to do to them...

I've talked myself out of an ass-kicking or two, but that's it. ;-)

A boy, a year younger than me, was picking on my little brother as we were walking home from church. I kicked his bootay (while wearing a dress ;). Little bro had a good time telling his friends at school that they bully got his a** kicked by his sister.

hehe!

I was a junior in high school (5 years ago) and I got into a fight with this kid who was a serious asshole. He used to bully me since 7th grade and I got sick of it. One afternoon, on a bus ride, I finally kicked his sorry ass. I clocked him in the testicles first (I learned that's really low, even if you hate the man.) I then got on top of him and belted him with my fist in his face, much like Ralphie Parker did to that bully in "A Christmas Story." The a-hole got up and tried swinging at me, but he missed, and I whacked his face in the bus window, breaking his nose. Man, did that feel good. He left me alone since then. I got detention and in-school suspension for 5 days after that, but it was worth it.

fighting with your family counts, which it probably doesn't-
wouldn't qualify for serious fist fight.

I tended bar in New Orleans for five years so I saw a whole bunch of fights. It's amazing how much better you do in a fight when you are sober and the other person is drunk.

Here's my favorite fight story. During Mardi Gras one year the bar where I worked was packed. There were five players from the Saints in the bar at the back. To get out of the building they started bulling through the crowd, knocking people down left and right as they went. Our bouncers tried to stop it but ended up in a massive fight.

I was behind the bar, so all 170 lbs of me came running towards the fight. I jumped on a beer cooler, launched over the top of the crowd and latched onto the biggest MFer of them all. It turns out that I had jumped on top of Joel Hilgenberg (ProBowl Center for the Saints). He must weigh close to 300lbs and was at least 6'4". All I could do was hold on for dear life.

Fortunately the force of me hitting him knocked him off balance. He stumbled to the front door with me latched onto his neck swinging me like a rag doll the whole way.

When we got to the front door, I grabbed the top of the door frame and knocked him into a trash can, which caused Mr. NFL center and I both to come crashing to the ground. He landed on top of me, but was pinned by some bleachers near the front door.

In the few moments he was dazed from the fall I seized my opportunity and grabbed a hand full of his hair and started smashing his face on the concrete. I continued doing that for a long time, how long I don't remember. It took two NO Police Units and two LA State Trooper Units to pull me off of Hilgenberg. I wasn't going to let go until someone was there to protect me. If he had gotten up he would have killed me.

I beat the hell out of him and today get to tell the story of how I beat up an NFL Player.

Oh man that's hilarious....great story...great description :)

I got sucker-punched 9 years ago and hit my head hard on the cobble stones of the St. Louis landing, I got up and beat the crap out of that bitch. Believe me, she deserved it.

*Not* a fighter.

Noticed that when I stopped drinking my aggressive social behaviors also evaporated.

Peace.

Evidently, I was talking to one of their girlfriends at a party and they jumped me outside. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my couch with a lump, a shiner and my friends saying, "Dude, you got your ASS KICKED!"

This was 20 years ago...

You need to ask? :P

A man I knew some years ago began saying some totally outrageous things about a woman with whom I had a close friendship. I knew in an instant that they were untrue, and my friend was devastated.

As if that were not enough, these unkind untruths were posed at a time when she was making a bid at a career and were probably going to damage her chances.

During all this conflagration I bumped into him at a party and rather tersley told him what I thought of him and his pack of lies. His sneering reply was to challenge me to do anything about it.

Long story sort, I clocked him. Maybe it was surprise, or maybe I knocked him off balance, I'll never know for sure, but I dropped the guy in one hit.

I've never felt very good about the exchange. I still remember fondly a number of times that I've used my wits, my verbal skills and some carefully applied logic to win an exchange. Smacking a guy has more or less just hung over me like a cloud.

:spank: but :thumbsup:

Some fools deserve a good cold-cocking, on occasion. :hug:

when a relative began a beating on my son. I FLEW across a couple rooms and pulled my son out of the situation in one swipe, and stayed in the person's face with the "finger in the chest", face within an inch of their face, and prepared for a knock down drag out if necessary. They took me seriously and decidied not to try me.

Scared the shit out of me later that I literally could have killed the person and landed in jail for a good long time. I was truly insane at the moment. My son was never left alone with that relative ever again. I also reported it to Child Protective Services.

Moral of the Story - Never Fuck with a kid around his Mother

if they were skinned, I was in trouble.

I fought a *lot*. I was the youngest of 13, so I got my butt beat a few times, but it was never any fun and no one ever wanted to do it again.

That doesn't mean I'm not very, very good at it. I just don't take pleasure in it.

I almost got into one yesterday. The neighbors at the crack house across the street got into a fight with the (ex?) girlfriend of one of the dealers. I went outside to break it up since the noise was bothering me, and because I like to discourage violence where I live.

We traded a few words, and the fight broke up quickly. Apparently they were startled to see a big fat white guy standing on his front porch in just his bathrobe with a bad case of "bed-hair" (they didn't get close enough to smell the "morning breath", which in my case qualifies as a WMD), screaming at them while cradling an assault rifle in his arms. (note: when the odds are looking like 10-to-1, I firmly believe in the threat of excessive violence if it stops the actual fight.)

It was pretty funny...I saw one of the dealers today, and he went way out of his way to be very nice and polite to me. We laughed about the whole thing.

C'est la vie. C'est la guerre. C'est no more.

Mostly the result of late nights in bars occupied by highly anti-American, and highly intoxicated, men. Hurt my hand once pretty badly too. These were mostly group melees.

Also got jumped a couple of times back in College, my psychotic step-sister had that done, fortunately I was with a friend both times and never got hurt too badly.

Oh and my idiot brother in law tackled me while we were walking up a steep icy road to get back home. This was in Krakow and I was staying with my parents. He ended up kissing the pavement pretty hard, scraped his face, it was a mess. The next day he said that he just wanted to see if he could "Take me"...Nope, bad idea:-)

All that said I hate violence, it just seems to have found me every so often...

I have had so many I could fill the pages with them. I lived in a tough community, Shively Ky. We used to go down to Portland and the west end to pick fights.

the Louisville people will know. I used to get into gang fights down in the Algonquin area. We also fought Pleasure Ridge park and Valley Station punks. We would also go over to Middletown and pick on the rich kids.

Used to hang at the Frish's on Cane Ridge Road, and the one on Dixie Highway. I'd meet my buds there and we'd get some beer and look for some action.

In the sixth grade I would get into fights daily. I would also get paddled daily for those fights. When I got home, I got the belt. None of their punishments worked.

I've mellowed a bit since then. I haven't been in a fight since the late 60's. I rejected violence.

I grew up in southern Connecticut, and played hockey as a kid. We'd often go down to Commack, L.I. (home of the infamous Long Island Ducks of the late great Eastern Hockey League) to play some of the "locals". You can guess the rest.

Later, when I was in college (and had hair down to my waist) my roomie and I would sometimes go down to southern West Virginia, where his dad owned a pool hall. You can stun a guy quite nicely if you whack him in just the right spot with a pool cue after he questions your gender.

I did learn to like bluegrass music, though, as it was always on the jukebox, and after a while everyone eventually learned to get along and kind of like each other. Back then I could play some serious billiards.

<shakes head at memories of misspent youth>

Basket ball caused a lot of fights too.

And the best way to get it is to knock it out with his elbow. :)

I challenged that self-rightous SOB, al hamilton to come have a taste of his own making. But the whining coward had to come to the fight hiding behind his gun!!

This is when I proved to him that no gun will allow him to run away from taking responsibility for his crooked, aristocratic actions...O8)

We Puritans hold purity and bravery as being more virtuous than egotism and cravenness! ;)

I always think about the boys in elementary school fist fighting with one another in the classroom right after the class came back from attending Church!

I really don't rmemeber much about it, or what happened, or why it started. I think they thought I was someone else. I'd never even been to Calgary before.

The only other "fight" I've been in as an adult was at an intersection. I was walking acroos a street, and some asshole in an Aerostar van turned left and passed me close enough to clip me with his sideview mirror. He screeched to a halt and jumped out, screaming that I punched his van, that he was going to beat the shit out of me, etc. He looked like a fighter, and had one arm in a cast, to boot! I was so shocked that I suckered him and (I'm pretty sure) broke his nose in one punch before he even wound up. He dropped to the ground, cupping his bloody face, and I ran like hell!

Fighting between men is sometimes nothing more than male bonding.

I've definitely lost more than I've won - but still theres nothing like the adrenaline rush of putting everything you have into those first few punches....

OK...I'll lay off the Palahniuk...

who section 8'd out of the military.
Yeah, I've been in a few serious fights.

Although I don't talk about, you asked:

Hooking motherfuckers who's just as soon see you dead.

And I mean that most sincerely.

I've gotten stichtes,bottles broken on my head,won some lost some. It was fun,but those days are hopefully behind me.

:hippie: