Ever been in a fight before and if so, how did it go?

I was in some during my childhood years, although they were more like "altercations" than actual fights.

Anyway, let me lay down the groundwork, and I'd like to see your own (true) stories.

1. In the 4th grade there was this monster named Ted. He was the tallest kid in the 4th grade, easily. No one came close. He was 4' 11" and he bullied a lot of kids.
I always stayed out of his way, but one day I had enough.

After one of our softball games, everyone was walking back to class. Me and Ted were the first ones back. In fact, everyone else was so slow we were the only ones in the classroom for a good minute and a half.

He started calling me names. I stared back and looked at him like, "don't start this bullshit on me." Then he pushed me.

I don't know how or why but it triggered something deep inside me. Instinctively, I shoved him back -- HARD. So hard he flew back a few steps, and rubbed his chest. He looked at me. I stared back.

In that time frame, I saw a look of respect in his eyes, and from that day forth he never messed with me again.

2. Also in the 4th grade, I made a new friend named Timmy. At first we were good friends. Then he started double crossing me. Before I knew it we became rather bitter enemies.

One day the 4th grade class had this project to do. Get a shoe box and make models of something that interests you or that you love.

I remember it vividly.

I brought in that day a shoebox filled with cheap paper models.

Flat.

Totally 2D.

It was a paper model of my family. It showed us doing our regular activities. On one end my dad was reading, my mom was washing the dishes, and on the other end it was me and my brother playing on a big TV screen the video game "Street Fighter II."

Well, guess what little Timmy brought in?

A superb 3D model of dinosaur life; filled with little details and bursting with colors.

His was easily the most impressive in the whole 4th grade. He got an A. When Miss Marks came to my project to grade it, I stood by tensely. Timmy, being the asshole he was, came by and actually said this to Miss Marks:

"Miss Marks, what grade do you think Steven deserves?" *flashes a smug smile*

She looked at him uneasily and said something like, "mind your own business, Timmy."

I ended up getting a C. But more than that, I felt embarrassed and upstaged.

But that wasn't what made me snap.

No, what made me snap was Timmy's comments to me right before the bell rang for school day's close.

He sat next to me and whispered in my ear, "Hey Steve, your model was crap. It wasn't even accurate. How come you and your family were depicted SO skinny? You guys are the butterball family!"

Underneath my desk I balled my fists up, and tried to cool down. But Timmy kept the insults going.

"Butterball family, butterball family!" He'd kept saying in my ear.

Finally, the bell rang to signal that school was over. But my meeting with Timmy was only beginning...

As he got up he said "Bye Butterball." Another smug smile and he walked off like an asshole. I got up... and snapped.

I charged full speed at him.

He saw me and immediately started to run away.

I recall chasing him down the school block. We had entered "first grade territory" meaning; we had reached the section of the elementary school where 1st graders were ready to walk out of school.

Can you imagine? Amist all those six-year-olds, here came running in two savage nine-year-olds!

Timmy was screaming for help (I kid you not) and guess what? Ole "butterball" caught up to him. I grabbed him by the shoulders, and pinned him to the wall. By now, a hush silence fell over the crowd of 1st and 2nd graders.

I knew they were watching but I didn't care.

I looked at Timmy in the eyes and said, "You better not talk bad about my family or me ever again... OR ELSE."

He was squirming like a worm.

Then... I jabbed him straight in the left cheek with my right fist.

Just a light blow.

I could have knocked him out.

But that's not me.

So I jabbed him.

But it connected pretty well.

And it felt damn great.

Timmy groaned, and as I let him go, he walked away slowly, massaging his left cheekbone.

Geez, I only jabbed him.

I walked home feeling vindicated and never have I heard the birds chirp prouder.

Timmy never messed with me again. Ever.

Those are my two "fight" stories. You see, I only fought when provoked. I never started anything because I'm no bully. But growing up I learned there are times where you got to stand up for yourself, and especially your family.

Peace.

LOL

I remember somebody once saying that your posts sounded like something Keven's little voice from The Wonder Years would say. I have to agree

Best Topic Ever. Edited because i rememebred the time i got my ass kicked.

It was 3rd year at school, and i always had these 2 friends, we were always together and shit. Anyways one day when we were on the playground my one friend said something about my brother which pissed me off. Anyways we wrestled for a bit and ended up on the floor i think we both got a few hots in but he was at least 8-9" taller than me and he got the advantage by smashing my head of the pavement 4 times. He obviously one cus i got knocked the fuck out. We were friends again the next day, but i remembered not to piss him off. Guess what he grew up to be? Well he now owns a shedfull of guns and got arrested for shooting someone in the head. Dunno where he took the wrong turn,but he did.

I only ever get into one fight in high school. it was because this kid thought it was cool to keep kicking a football at me and my mate, so i went over and pushed him, and basically the fight consisted of him holding my jacket while i punched him in the face. in the end he cried and that was that. man that was funny

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I never used to until I saw Fight Club, now I have a serious problem...

The one I remember the best...

I was in 8th grade and there was this 7th grade moron in my class named Andrew. We got bored so we started playing "The Flinch Game". For those of you who don't know, it's basically one guy does something to see if you react, i.e. look like he's about to punch you and let up millimeters away from my face. What got the ball rolling was when he licked his finger and started bringing it closer and closer to my face. I think, "Andrew's a real stupidhead but he wouldn't." He DID. I was really mad. Eventually we stopped the flinch game, or rather I thought we did. Throughout the class peroid Andrew'd keep doing stuff like kick me in the shins and punch me in the back of the head and be all "Oop, you flinched!". I'd glare at him and he'd run off, snickering. So eventually, I'd had enough. I started pounding him in his right arm, and he put up his left arm to block it, so I started hitting his LEFT arm really hard. He ran off and I gave chase, and got one or two more in before we got sent to the principal's by a teacher outside.

We figured we were in deep, as fights were really uncommon at our school. We had about a minute to wait outside the lobby, and Andrew said "Let's tell him we were playing the flinch game and it got out of hand. Technically it's the truth." We told our principal and he actually let us off with a warning! Our families weren't even called! I ended up telling my mom and everyone, and my Grandpa said "You shoulda hit him in the nose early on, showed him ya mean business."

My grandpa buttrock . He also got me the sweet deal on the cabinet too.

Yeah sure, last one was last month inside then outside a pub.

me and 2 mates got started on by some rugby playing wankers, one of my buddies got his face smashed in, i was lucky, getting a few gd knuckle raps on the biggest guy, getting away with just a few bruises.

Its rough around u know

Fighting is a lot stranger than I think most people realize. We grow up with movies, videogames (fighting games anyone?), and other sources of media that paint a much different picture of what fighting is than it really is.

Don't get me wrong, I love my media blitzed fake fighting , but the real thing is much darker, less gratifying, and for most it's terrifying.

Most fights these days are a matter of push or shove, maybe a fist thrown in, and after someone gets hurt, that's it. Someone breaks it up, etc... I think most people, after really seeing/feeling firsthand what it's like to 'fight' tend to hate it. The problem is when the start shooting each other. If you punch someone, the world's not over, lessons can be learned. Some is shot, you've got one kid in the morgue, and the other in jail. Two lives wasted. But now I'm thinking too much.

One of my teachers once explained to me that when you hit someone, really truly hit someone, in that instant you change. You either love it or you hate it. Sometimes it's best to not know.

-Chris Thompson
-Kristoff
christian@variableproject.com

I'm not stupid enough to get into physical altercations, but a funny event did happen. A few years back I was involved in a noodle war (you know those styrfoam tubes you use for swimming) Except I had armed myself with one of the monster ones (about 5-6 inches in diameter). So, we were all hitting eachother until it got out of hand.

Myself and another guy got so pissed of at eachother we went straight for the face. He landed a few good hits (he had a monster sized noodle as well) Until I smacked him so hard in the side of his head that I burst his ear drum. He collapsed on the ground and started crying, was kind of funny.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!

Good name for a topic, but the name doesn't correspond with the contents -you'd better call it 'Ever Been in a Fight when you were a stupid kid?'-

Well, actually I was in some fights when I was a kid, but I've never had to fight when grown up -nobody never actually dared fight me since I was fourteen. Shame I've never got to practice ;-)

As for teen fight stories, there's a funny one I remember very distinctly:

I was er...13, I think, and me a some mates from school were hanging around just out of the local arcade. One of my friends started calling me names, and as I usually did, I just tried to ignore him patiently. He kept on and on, however, and I started to get really, really ANGRY. So in a fraction of a second of madness, I got behind him bot his neck between my arm and my forearm, and began to squeeze it really HARD. I asked him if he was ever going to call me names again, and I can assure you he was pretty much scared to death. Next, just to be sure, I banged his head against the wall, as if it was a puppet. Never again did he ever mess with me. Actually, he started to behave pretty politely and gently with me hahahaha.

On other occasion (same year I think), we were training (I was in the school's basketball team) and one guy started to laugh because I was missing most of my shots. I became angry quickly, so I missed more...finally I punched him hard (but just in the chest, he was supposed to be my friend after all), and he shut up. Then our coach started ridiculing me, saying that I was very primitive and had to solve everything with violence, in a kind of ironic tone. So I said: 'shut up, you dwarf' (I was actually almost double his height at that time, he was a very small guy lol) and walked away, never to return to the basketball team. It was a nice day for my ego ;-)

kindergarten-this little prick named justin jackson came up to me one day and said: "look at my new shoes they're cooler than yours" i said: "they're stupid." and we got in to a fight he punched me in the stomach i tackled him and pounded on his forehead with my fist.

second grade- a bully named jonothan strubal, was in my class he was some fat kid from jersey who shit his pants in secon grade, i swear to god he wore fucking pull ups. well he stole my crash dummy toys one day and i got mad. i kicked him in the shins and he fell down at which point a sat on his face.

third grade- johnny ellis. this kid was my best friend we were obsessed with dinosaurs and we would play with jurrasic park toys all of the time. well one day i told him a compsygnathus was a dumb dinosaur and he got mad and said i was dumb i got mad and kicked him he tackled me and held me down and pounded on my face.

forth grade-josh gogolski he was the biggest loser in my class and, one day while we were playing soccer at recess i kicked the ball at te goal, it got kicked out of bounds and when i went to throw it in as i bent over he pushed me down and sat on my bakc and exclaimed: "ride em cowboy!!!" i threw him off and kicked him in the ribs twice and threw a rock at him.

sixth grade- this eighth grader named ernesto kept on picking on me, until one day i snapped and took a swing getting him right in the face. but it only pissed him off he grabbed me threw me down and punched me in the stomach three times that hurt like hell. then another time a fellow named roy cook decided we should all play tackle football well it was going fine, noone could tackle me cause i was always a big kid not really a fat kid; as i played baseball and did karate, just a big kid. and roy tried to tackle me he pushed and pushed and i slipped on a rock. i fell and hit my head on another rock. i was pissed so i rushed the kid tackled him and hit him in the face three times.

seventh grade- the tensions were high that year for some reason, raging hormones or something. but anyways pe class comes and we were playing volley ball when some kid named austin newman always has been a good friend of mine served the ball right into my face. i snapped an swung right at his right eye i hit him once then the teacher came and sent me away. another time in seventh grade, my friend joel silguero hit me in the face with a piece of wood(art class we were carving linoleum), my nose was bleeding all over my shirt and every where at which point i snapped and tackled his ass and punched him four times(a personal best) before the teacher pulled me to the office.

eighth grade- joel siguero strikes again we were jumping on a trampoline when he off an kicks me in the nuts. i fall over in agony he stands ther laughing, i recovered quickly and rushed at him and got him about five times in the stomach since we weren't at school i wasn't pulled off by some teacher. and the last fight for three years was when some kid named timothy randall said something along the lines of: "man i'd die till i'm dead" i said back to him: "you can only die once stupid" at which point he kicked me four times. i ran over a desk and grabbed one of the metal folding chairs leaning up against the wall and i was gonna kill him, but a teacher came and pulled me out.

eleventh grade- this year i had gone a good three years without any trouble. until this assclown named fernando came along and grabbed up the only girl i've liked for the past two years (yeah i was too scared to ask her, still am) well i snapped and i wanted him dead, and one day when i saw them in the hall he ran up and grabbed her ass. i snapped and the raging irish drunkard within me sprang out once again and i flew at the guy and pummeled his ass. i got expelled and i can now go back to regular school. as opposed to being in the equivilant of a juvee school. so now i find out he's dropped her for some ugly fat chick and now i'm free to chase after that firey redhead catherine. and my last fight was with my stepdad. he told me to "mow the lawn" after i had just finished i said "no" hje turned and said: "dammit boy mow the damn lawn" i said: "i just finished the lawn is mowed" he got pissed and swung at me i ducked and got him in the stomach twice then as i came up BOOM!!! hit right in the jaw. that shit hurt like hell i was out in one hit, he was in the airforce for years and used to play football(captain of his highschool team) so he's a pretty strong guy god i hate him, he fucking moves in on my mom and gets her knocked up three times. the asshole got me stuck with three little "sisters" god i hate him.

now that i think about it i'm a bit of a loose cannon. i have a really bad temper (the dead ps1's and saturns on my floor should tell you that.) but damn i never really thought about all of the fights i got in. i think i need some anger management or something.

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I have gotten into a few serious fights before when i was 17.There is this one guy who started with me.We were just having a talk and then it turned into a heated argument.He started insulting me.He then kicked me on the stomach.I was pissed and i punched his face.He grab my shirt and i pushed him down.We started fighting.I was really aggressive as i didn't want to lose.I got the upper hand.He was already bleeding from his nose.I had a bruise on my elbow.I punch him really hard on his chest area.He staggered.It took some air out of him.I then give him a really hard one on his jaw.The impact was so hard that his jaw turned.I was afraid that i might dislocate his jaw so i stopped after that.I spat on his face and went off.

Oh yeah I've been in hundreds of fights mostly for Tae Kwon do and most of them were not full contact... also a few other out of the Dojo. The last fight that I was in was a full contact at the dojo where I was against someone that was more than twice my size. Little to say I held my ground for quite a while but in the end got my ass kicked.
I called off the fight after my jaw got dislocated.

I've only been in two fights my entire life with the first being in 3rd grade and the second in 4th. Both were with this kid named Eric who was actually my best friend for several years since both of us were the tallest at our school.

I don't really recall what happened in the first fight, but the second fight is still somehow fresh in my mind. It began with him saying something about me which wasn't true and I retaliated with a rumor against him which was true.

It all finally ended with a fight in the school yard and the principal then made us apologize to our teacher. That's life I guess.

Similar to Kim Im going to organize my fights by grade.

Kindergarden: This asian girl tricked me into giving her the finger. Then told on me for doing it. So I kicked her in the shin.

1st grade: Me and two of my close friends Luke Nicholson and Dallas Swindell got in a fight. Luke wanted me to go to the playground but I wanted to go inside. So he pushed me and I pushed him back. Then we started wrestling hardcore and dallas tried to break it up and I bit him on the arm. My teacher called me a dog. I wanted to punch her in the face.

3rd grade: I was in guidance class and this kid Jaques Bernard kept kicking me in the ass through my chair. I asked him to stop 2 times then told the teacher to make him stop. But he kept doing it so at some random point in the class I spun around and hit him in the face with the palm of my hand. This was the first mark on my record. Itll make sense in a minute

4th grade: So there is this sort of reatrded guy in my class named Rene Mullugan and he always had these ranger rick magazine that were totally annoying. So one day I made him mad somehow and he picked up this stick with a rusty nail in it and started chasing me around the playground. So I ran for a while until he got tired and I took the stick away from him and started pummeling his head. This was my second mark on my record so I got suspended for 2 days.

6th grade: Jacques was being a bitch again so we started wrestling on the playground but he was an ass and pulled my hair alot so I sorta quit and ran away. Then my friend Sputnik Television Rushing (swear to god thats his full name, his parents are drug dealers) got in a fight because I accidently broke his bike. I didnt even mean to break the bike, I accidently knocked it over. It wasnt a real fight because I was already 5 foot 5 and he was short as hell so I didnt hurt him or anything.

7th grade: I was in this new school and it totally sucked. I got in a fight that year and got my ass handed to me. No fun.

8th grade: There was this really annoying 7th grader named Craig Hoo. He was a little bitch, always tlaking about Unreal Tournament as if I cared. So one day he threw a punch at me and I pushed him into the lockers. He was really skinny...like a fetus or something so his head hit it and he fell over.

9th grade: I got my ass kicked again by my friend Sam Tucker. He was making fun of my mom or soemthing so I ran at him and he kicked me in the nuts. That fight ended real quickly. That year I also got in a fight with the kicker of the football team Ryan Moses. But all we did was kick each other. It was wierd. Then I chucked a rock at him when he was walking away. Totally stealth because he never knew it was me.

11th grade: This year the only fight I had was with this drunk guy at a concert. He was in the mosh pit grabbing peoples nuts. So I hit him in the face when he grabbed my ass and I kept hitting him until this jacked black dude threw me out of the preformance hall for fighting. But I snuck back in. Im such a funster.

Im pretty sure thats all. Ill add something if I remember

Kim _Kaphwan:


forth grade-josh gogolski he was the biggest loser in my class and, one day while we were playing soccer at recess i kicked the ball at te goal, it got kicked out of bounds and when i went to throw it in as i bent over he pushed me down and sat on my bakc and exclaimed: "ride em cowboy!!!" i threw him off and kicked him in the ribs twice and threw a rock at him.

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Hahah, I wonder what he turned out to be.

Steve, you're a good writer. Ever thought of writing professionally for a living? I highly encourage it

As for fights, when I was seven and in first grade, I was a holy terror. I was the first one to get yellow and pink slips (like demerits). I constantly got into fights. I was a real madman, picking on everyone, boy or girl (sort an equal opportunity kind of guy, I guess). I got my first pink slip for pinching a girl hard *head down in shame* Looking back on this period in my life, it was as if I vented out all the personal rage encompassed in my for the next couple of decades, because after that I never got in a fight again. I was never a bully in the first grade, I just hit a lot of people. By the second, I was the polar opposite, a "pansy." I realized the consequences of my actions, and that what I did now could affect me for the rest of my life. The mindset got to the point where I remember once freaking out believing that I would not past the second grade (I wasn't even thinking about college). It's a funny and important time in my life, I think.

tsumake:
Steve, you're a good writer. Ever thought of writing professionally for a living? I highly encourage it

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Thanks.

I have thought about it a bit... if I were to go into it I'd probably write books for kids.
I mean, unless you had a really interesting life and the fact that you are well known, an autobiography probably won't sell too hot.

I enjoy writing for fun sometimes. But perhaps not so when there's pressure in the sense of "will this sell or not? How much money will I make off this?"

I'm the same way with acting. I get a kick out of acting for fun and on stage in class, but I can't do it as a major because it goes from "fun" to "serious work" which to me is not the direction I see myself being able to remain sane, that plus the fact that the "acting business" is totally ruthless.

One of these days I plan to write an auto biography just for my own reading... so when I turn 50 or something, I can read some of my memories.

But enough of that, on with the thread.

Don't get me wrong, I love my media blitzed fake fighting , but the real thing is much darker, less gratifying, and for most it's terrifying.

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I totally agree. A real fist fight is extremely (god I cant think of the word im blanking out) un controlled you dont know whats going on.

The first fight I got into was such a shock I thought it was going to be controlled with me blocking and dodging in unision with my opponents arms rocketing towards my agile body.

It was the exact opposite. It pretty much was me flailing my arms wildly while my nemesis reshaped my face. Towards the end of the fight I dodged a couple and got some nice though futile blows to his stomach (he was pudgy).

The second fight I was more prepared and ended up "winning". [insert description of first fight here with roles reversed and new nemesis].

I see fighting as sort of a act you have to rehearse to get any where with it. I really dont like it though and try my hardest to not get into fights any more. One of the reasons I think I dont like to fight besides my current emaciated muscular state is that I dont like compitition and fights in the school yard always have winners and losers and the losers usually lose bad.

Thanks.

I have thought about it a bit... if I were to go into it I'd probably write books for kids.
I mean, unless you had a really interesting life and the fact that you are well known, an autobiography probably won't sell too hot.

I enjoy writing for fun sometimes. But perhaps not so when there's pressure in the sense of "will this sell or not? How much money will I make off this?"

I'm the same way with acting. I get a kick out of acting for fun and on stage in class, but I can't do it as a major because it goes from "fun" to "serious work" which to me is not the direction I see myself being able to remain sane, that plus the fact that the "acting business" is totally ruthless.

One of these days I plan to write an auto biography just for my own reading... so when I turn 50 or something, I can read some of my memories.

But enough of that, on with the thread.

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This is kind of off topic but I think the comic medium is the perfect medium for me and possibly you.

You dont have to have your writing accepted by a bid publisher. Self publish! Save up some money self publish and sell it on the net. Doesnt have to turn serious and all financial cause you dont have to worry about selling enough so your publisher can profit.

Also comics are a smaller industry so its easier for your work to get known. Also us independent comic readers are so starved for material that I'll read anything.

Look into it dude! I certaintly am but for now I have to waste my time at the necessary (although im doubting it now) evil that is high school.

Pretty much every year of school untill I think my Freshman year of HS I was in a fight, I took that year off, picked it up again as a Sophmore, chilled Junior year, and finished nicely in my Senior year with 3 nice ones . In grade school it was about 2-3 a year, 6th grade was like 10. That was not a good year.

I got my ass kicked all the time untill 10th grade rolled around (it took me that long to relize I shouldn't make fun of kids a grade or two ahead of me). So like a good guy I'll just go over the fights I had from then on.

Ok 10th grade. My long time "nemesis" from about 7th grade on was just getting on my nerves far too much. I really wanted to kick his ass back in the day, but I was too afraid of getting suspended.

Anyway at Gym one day we were playing B-Ball and he was covering me, I went up for a shot and came back down and apparantly elbowed him in the face, it really was un-intentional. We ended up circling for about 5 minutes before we just stopped becasue we didn't want the suspension (we were at a pretty strict Christian school, didn't know that thier "tough policy" was really BS). Anyway we get back inside to change and we're talking shit, it was Wed, and we said we'd fight at the "Youth Group" meeting at our church that night(ironic huh?). Anyway, everyone knew about it, and we showed up later that night and we went out side to fight it out, most people knew but didn't follow so we could really fight.

Get out there, its all dark in the one side of the parking lot, we push eachother to get mad again, he pushed me, but instead of pushing back I make like I'm gonna push him, grab his shirt and nail him in the face. It felt AWESOME. We keep going back and forth, a car drove by we stopped and looked like we were talking, then we started again. He grabbed my coat and kinda had me where I couldn't move my arms well but I had him just under me, BAM fuckin kneed him in the face, right after that (he was hurting bad) one of the guys came out and grabbed us. We got yelled at, but nothing major. No pusnishments could really get handed out.

Next day the kid talked so much shit before I got to class, but he had long hair covering up his BLACK EYE! I showed up, everyone looked at me and was like "he's fine, and YOU got a black eye".

Gotta realize I hated high school. I had some real friends, but mostly I hated everyone, and it was mutually returned. It was nice to be left alone for quite a while, but it wasn't long before shit started again.

Senior year rolls around, and I'm pissed. Most of my old friends were just fuckin aquaintances at this point, most of them were assholes. I still had a good group of people I hung out with but we weren't in many classes together. This one kid, little fagot started really giving me hell most of the time.

I walk into the gym room to get changed, and this kid pegs me with a ball. He didn't do a very good job of hitting me, but he fuckin TRIED to nail me hard. I picked it up, faked a throw at him (for him to dodge, which he did) and then I NAILED him w/ it. He comes up, pushes me, I snapped. I grabed the fucker, and tossed him into the windows (old school metal frames, I'm sure it wasn't fun for him ), he charges my stomach and grabbed me, tried to lift me up, it wasn't happening. I held my ground after stuttering for a while. Basically he had his sholder to my stomach, so I hit him in the back to get him to let go and then picked his ass up (by the belt and one sholder), and then just threw him belly flop style to the floor. He started to get up w/ his hands, I kicked one arm out which had his face hit the floor AGAIN and I put him in a headlock untill one kid started screaming "FIGHT" and the gym teacher came in w/ me having this kid in a headlock. Luckily he just thought we were messing around, and was like "Ok guys break it up". No suspension, NOTHING!

That saved me a LOT of trouble for most of the rest of the year. Still there were other altercations.

3 of my "old friends" started to push me around one day in front of a semi decent looking girl from our class. They wanted to push me out the outside door in the room that if I was outside, I'd be locked out and I'd have to go in the front of the building. They all came at me, I snapped. I pushed two of them away real hard, made them stay back. This other kid was on me and basically he was trying to get me out the door, I SNAPPED. I was haveing a REALLY shitty day and anger took over and I basically started screaming in a deep voice that I didn't know I had, and just nailed the kid as hard as I could. I grabbed and pushed him back about 10 feet and rammed his head into one of those windows. I had my hand on his neck and I got real close to his face and was like "NOT FUCKING TODAY!!!" Basically I saw his face (kid was bright red and was scared), it brought me back down and I let him go, and walked out of the room.

It was awesome. What was better was the time the kid who's ass I kicked in the Gym started talking shit on me one morning in home room. See he was a bit more popular than I was so not too many people knew I kicked his ass in. He talked shit and I walked over to his desk and he stood up, and I was like "Sit the fuck down and shut up" again in this new found deep "angry" voice I found before. He said "No, how about you sit down", and his voice sqeeked when he said it. I got right in his face and yelled him back into his seat, and infront of most of the class and "his friends" was like "I kicked your fucking ass before and I'll do it again, so LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!". The rest of the class that didn't know what happened was speechless. I overheard the girls talking later and they were like "I don't know what he did but John went nuts and started screaming at him. When did he kick his ass." After that most of the school knew and I felt awesome.

I still got bothered now and then but nothing like before, to this day remembering all this makes me smile. Sorry I went on for so long but it really does make most of the bad memories from HS a lot nicer, knowing I "won" in the end.

As a contrast, all that happend in Christian Schools. I'm now graduating from a "secular" or normal college. I love college, everyone is so nice here. And I never had to fight to keep people off of my back. What a contrast eh?

Peace

JHendrix

Heh, i agree that in a fight, you will never know whats going on.It could go either way.Those who are inexperienced will always find it hard to cope when someone is right at him with full force.Some people are so scared that they become sitting ducks and the aggressor would keep beating them to a bloody pulp.
Some people would only fight when they are cornered.
Fighting ain't pretty.

Its not wise to find trouble for no reason.People should only fight when trouble comes to them and not start one.

Only been in a couple actual fights and they were back in the day and nothing much happened than a quick scuffle and a bloody nose. I try to avoid fights and normally I don't get into people's business or egg them on if they get into mine so nothing ever comes of it. Either way I'm a 3rd degree blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do and I've sparred plenty of times and I know I can hold my own if it ever comes to it (which is most likely not going to happen since i'm much older and more mature than in my teenage years).

No such thing as real fighting where I grew up.
They would just hit you in the groin until you bled and that would put an end to it right there. That is what happend to me....repeatedly.

my friend and i used to play mario kart (snes). one time we played for 10 hours straight...

Now, we're both hecklers. big time. but i flipped out on him and lost my cool. he started to pretend that he had a little boy next to him, and he would talk to that little boy and tell him 'what uncle ray did wrong with that last round', etc. I couldnt handle it. we got into an all out brawl. i kicked the shit out of him, and then i won at mario kart. dingding!

way too many fights. One time I was hit in the back of my head with a baseball bat, and since then I've been trying to be more mellow, and avoid shit like that. Every so often though, the kibagami genjuro in in me breaks out and screams "nanisamanatsumorida!?" and I get my ass kicked.

Advice:
pay more attention to getting pussy.

Okay, I never really considered these "fights", but because a couple of people have mentioned those times when a sparring match gets out of hand, I'll share mine

Alright first off, when I was 11 and first began studying, there was this day when for whatever reason a couple of the boys in the class were wrestling around before class started. The instructor was in his office and I was quite aware of the fact that once he came out, he was going to be yelling at these kids, so I wanted no part of it. Anyway, one of the kids decided to make me part of it by tackling me. I didn't really know what to do as I didn't want to get into trouble so I just held him down, he got pissed, started flailing, and we got yelled out. Only really significant because it was the first time I had be agressive so to say.

Jump to like 14 years old or so. I'm sparring now, started going to tournaments, and am now part of the "tournament team". Every Saturday we got together to spar. There was this other guy who was my age, rank, and who had a father was extremely adament on the idea of his son beating me in a match (please note that I hate father's like this). So we are sparring (protective gear on, light contact) and his dad starts yelling at his kid to do better, hit harder, move faster, etc. No matter how hard the kid tries, the father just won't let up. So the kid starts progressively hitting harder. Now in a sparring match, you pretty much have to match the intensity of your opponent in order to keep up with them. I don't want to catch one of those kicks in the face, so I start picking up the intensity as well. Pretty soon we are both going almost all out (but within control) and sure enough the asshole father calls his son a pansy or something to that degree. The kid loses it. Tears are rolling down his face, he can barely see, and he is just hitting whatever is front of him as hard as he possibly can. The thing is, this kid is my friend. It's his dad who I should be kicking the shit out of. But when your attacked, you only have time to defend your self. It happened really quickly, so I didn't have time to just back off and quit (which I would have prefered). He stepped up with a side thrust kick, I sidestepped, and then he got the upperhand when he spun with a backfist, I ducked (but now was below him), I got hit in the stomache with a knee strike, and got hit 4 or 5 times on the top of the head. I was afraid that he wasn't going to stop (and I don't think he would have), so at the first opportunity I hit him with an elbow strike to the stomache, roundhoused him again, and stepped though with a sidethrust kick to drive him into the wall.

I was extremely pissed not at the kid, but at his father. It was his fault that this happened. I threw my headgear at the father, and pretty quit for the day. Fucked up day.

I've got more stories to that degree, but for now I'm going to eat breakfast