The only time I get close to a fight is when my older brothers declare to strangers to "watch out because I'm an ultimate fighter!" Yeah I've training in MMA and enjoy it, but I'm no Ultimate Fighter.
Situation 1: My brothers invite me over to a house party and by the time I get there they are already drunk. They have someone there turning tables and I'm having a good time when out of nowhere I hear my brother saying to someone not to mess with me because I'm an ultimate fighter. I start to get tense as this guy starts sizing me up. I try to verbally ease the situation by stating that I'm not that good, I'm still learning, but my brother kept on cutting in saying that I am that good. Then my brother gets the idea to try to force me to show how good I am by circling around me throwing jabs at me. This is not what I want and what I was trying to avoid. I get sick of it and when he goes for a jab as he chambers I close the gap and go into a clinch and knee him in the balls and push him to the ground. Fights over and I'm pissed I had to do it. He staggers over to the couch saying that wasn't fair.
Things seem to settle down and I begin to relax a little bit when I'm approached by the guy who my brother warned him about me. He asked me what styles I train in. Once again I try to say how I'm just beginning but I'm training in such and such art. I'm making sure to keep the conversation calm and casual. Then he lets me know he's a golden glove boxer that mainly toured up in Canada. I know by looking at him that's B.S. but I don't care. If he wants me to accept him as being better then me and it avoids a fight I don't mind. He then lets me know he has trained with his buddy in some kung fu style and he begins to get into a stance. He then begins to motion at me like he's going to attack as he starts bobbing up and down in this weird looking stance. I judge how he's moving that he's going to fake high and go low and sure enough as I drew that conclusion he lunges at me faking high and going low. I catch him and sprawl where I just pivot around him and get him in a RNC. He tapped, I let him go, then he lets me know that I'm pretty good. Then I just leave.
After that incident I have yet to go to a party with my brothers, or anywhere with them where alcohol is being consumed.
I have another situation I'll post later as it is a long story and I don't feel like typing it now.
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