Real fight stories

[BeingAtOne]

I want to hear your fight stories and not some made up BS I took on 6 guys and waisted them all cause you are either a big fat faced lier or really talanted and I'm glad to have your post and would like to train with you. But seriously I want to hear all the stories i can on real fights even if they are just a one punch win or loss. Also please explain how it lead up to your fight and why thanks guys.

[Garland]

Before I started training, when I was about 15, me and this kid decided to go at it, he'd been talking shit and saying how tough he was, and I ended up taking alot of punches, non of which seemed to do shit, got out of a RNC, and kneed him in the ribs and kidneys while he was on the ground until he started to cough blood.

About three months later he choked me (I tapped not into unconsciousness) out in a different fight. This helped push me into training.

When I was 17, at a punk concert for my little brother's band, I got into a slight altercation with this 23 year old skin-head, who was known to get into alot of fights, but usually ended up getting jumped by whoever he fucked with's friends. He'd kicked the singer of my little brother's band's cat, so I confronted him about it. Since I was dressed up like a fucking queer (leather pants, fishnet shirt and glasses) he thought I would be an easy target, put his arm around my shoulders all friendly like and said something before pulling out a pair of brass knuckles and rallying me with punches. I somehow managed to cover my face and tackle him so that I could choke him from the side and punch him. I had somehow been able to toss my glasses so they didn't get smashed, and just choked him from the side against a car and banged the side of his head against the tire of this parked car we were between until I could hear him gasp and shiver...this is when he started to claw at my arms franticly and I was affraid of breaking his windpipe with the short choke his girlfriend noticed he was in trouble and started kicking me in the back of the head so I let go and got up, saying that if he fucked with me again I'd tear his fucking throat out. Fifteen minutes later he pulls out a switch blade on me and I throw a bottle at him while our relative friends pulled us apart...
The same night I see the same asshole put a lit cigarette out on another dude's eye, but the guy picked him up and suplexed him, like twice and his girlfriend pulled him off of him.

Ah...now for brotherly love.
Me and my brother are in hawaii, I'm 17, he's 16, but he's 5'11'' and 175lbs, and we manage to get into a drunken brawl (jello shots, sake bombs, and some latent jealousy and rage due to this girl I brought along)
I managed to hit him in the face when he rushed me, take his back and choke him, I let go and went into the other room when he started to gasp (see a trend) and he comes rushing towards me with a glass Siracha sauce bottle, I manage to curl and shield against a bed and block it with my shin, which broke the bottle (I only got a small cut from glass that ricocheted off and hit my foot) and as he tried to STAB me with it, I put one foot on his chest and grabbed his arm, put him in a flying arm bar and leaned my body back until I heard a pop and screaming...
We had to pay for repairs to the room, I soon found out I didn't break his arm, but tugged it just enough to make it seem like I did (Lucky for both of us)
And he proceeded to stand on a chair and threaten to jump from a thirty story window. My parents and the girl and I managed to talk him down.

Later, now I'm almost 18...
I talk shit on his ex-girlfriend, push comes to shove, and I end up catching the buisness end of a meat thermometer across the right side of my head...whoops looks like I have a dead angle. He drops what he hit me with and starts to shake...I look down and see that I'm standing in a puddle of my own blood before freaking out (I thought he'd stabbed me in the eye)...He ran away..I grabbed a towel to help stop the blood flow, and screamed for my mother to take me to a hospital. I put my knee into and through my little brother's door which he was cowering behind before leaving. 22 small stitches underneath and on top and some medical glue shit and I think the plastic surgeon did an okay job.{the worst was trying to explain it to teachers at school and co-workers, my instructor, and a very prominent muay thai instructor who came to town for a seminar...since I did sorta start it.} (this is the big incident...there was also the time he tossed a pair of scissors at me while I was on the toilet...that fucking sucked real bad...couldn't decide whether to wipe my ass or pull the scissors out of my arm, or get up and kick the shit out of him with my pants around my ankles, or the time with the cooking mortar...he hit me in the back of the head, and somehow I was still standing, I knocked him out that time. Or the time I had to dodge a collapseable baton...whew...damn.)

I also mentioned another incident when I was jumped by the O-town skins in another thread, don't feel like re-capping it...not gonna mention drunken boxing (not kung fu) incidents, or the time I went bare knuckles (told me no grappling, no kicks, or knees, or elbows) against two kids at the same time for half a bottle of Crovoussier...nor when I used to hang out with some fuckers I don't wish to mention as essentially un-paid muscle.

I'm 19 years old. I've seen some bad shit, though, and been in some pretty shitty situations...with some pretty fucked up people.
A fight is a fucking fight. So far I haven't had a broken bone, just some stitches, chipped teeth, bruises, and knuckle marks for a few weeks. I also consider myself very lucky because I know and/or know of others within the same circles I USED to frequent, who've been sprayed with mace, stabbed, hit with tire irons and are now mentally handi-capped, or had cinderblocks and shit dropped on them. I've been jumped by essentially gang members, had shit pulled on me (obviously nothing but a bottle and brass knuckles have connected, or I wouldn't be here, usually these situations were diffused by track or debate skills-ha!), but I've never been hospitalized by anyone but my little brother, and had a tooth fixed that my one Thai boxing coach broke.

[Tant01]

The first guy that ever pulled a knife on me was my brother, my first bloody nose, my brother and my first sucker punch, my brother... OH, and my first and only broken arm.... Brother! Ahh, the love.

[jubaji]

Originally Posted by Garland

Before I started training, when I was about 15, me and this kid decided to go at it, he'd been talking shit and saying how tough he was, and I ended up taking alot of punches, non of which seemed to do shit, got out of a RNC, and kneed him in the ribs and kidneys while he was on the ground until he started to cough blood.

About three months later he choked me (I tapped not into unconsciousness) out in a different fight. This helped push me into training.

When I was 17, at a punk concert for my little brother's band, I got into a slight altercation with this 23 year old skin-head, who was known to get into alot of fights, but usually ended up getting jumped by whoever he fucked with's friends. He'd kicked the singer of my little brother's band's cat, so I confronted him about it. Since I was dressed up like a fucking queer (leather pants, fishnet shirt and glasses) he thought I would be an easy target, put his arm around my shoulders all friendly like and said something before pulling out a pair of brass knuckles and rallying me with punches. I somehow managed to cover my face and tackle him so that I could choke him from the side and punch him. I had somehow been able to toss my glasses so they didn't get smashed, and just choked him from the side against a car and banged the side of his head against the tire of this parked car we were between until I could hear him gasp and shiver...this is when he started to claw at my arms franticly and I was affraid of breaking his windpipe with the short choke his girlfriend noticed he was in trouble and started kicking me in the back of the head so I let go and got up, saying that if he fucked with me again I'd tear his fucking throat out. Fifteen minutes later he pulls out a switch blade on me and I throw a bottle at him while our relative friends pulled us apart...
The same night I see the same asshole put a lit cigarette out on another dude's eye, but the guy picked him up and suplexed him, like twice and his girlfriend pulled him off of him.

Ah...now for brotherly love.
Me and my brother are in hawaii, I'm 17, he's 16, but he's 5'11'' and 175lbs, and we manage to get into a drunken brawl (jello shots, sake bombs, and some latent jealousy and rage due to this girl I brought along)
I managed to hit him in the face when he rushed me, take his back and choke him, I let go and went into the other room when he started to gasp (see a trend) and he comes rushing towards me with a glass Siracha sauce bottle, I manage to curl and shield against a bed and block it with my shin, which broke the bottle (I only got a small cut from glass that ricocheted off and hit my foot) and as he tried to STAB me with it, I put one foot on his chest and grabbed his arm, put him in a flying arm bar and leaned my body back until I heard a pop and screaming...
We had to pay for repairs to the room, I soon found out I didn't break his arm, but tugged it just enough to make it seem like I did (Lucky for both of us)
And he proceeded to stand on a chair and threaten to jump from a thirty story window. My parents and the girl and I managed to talk him down.

Later, now I'm almost 18...
I talk shit on his ex-girlfriend, push comes to shove, and I end up catching the buisness end of a meat thermometer across the right side of my head...whoops looks like I have a dead angle. He drops what he hit me with and starts to shake...I look down and see that I'm standing in a puddle of my own blood before freaking out (I thought he'd stabbed me in the eye)...He ran away..I grabbed a towel to help stop the blood flow, and screamed for my mother to take me to a hospital. I put my knee into and through my little brother's door which he was cowering behind before leaving. 22 small stitches underneath and on top and some medical glue shit and I think the plastic surgeon did an okay job.{the worst was trying to explain it to teachers at school and co-workers, my instructor, and a very prominent muay thai instructor who came to town for a seminar...since I did sorta start it.} (this is the big incident...there was also the time he tossed a pair of scissors at me while I was on the toilet...that fucking sucked real bad...couldn't decide whether to wipe my ass or pull the scissors out of my arm, or get up and kick the shit out of him with my pants around my ankles, or the time with the cooking mortar...he hit me in the back of the head, and somehow I was still standing, I knocked him out that time. Or the time I had to dodge a collapseable baton...whew...damn.)

I also mentioned another incident when I was jumped by the O-town skins in another thread, don't feel like re-capping it...not gonna mention drunken boxing (not kung fu) incidents, or the time I went bare knuckles (told me no grappling, no kicks, or knees, or elbows) against two kids at the same time for half a bottle of Crovoussier...nor when I used to hang out with some fuckers I don't wish to mention as essentially un-paid muscle.

I'm 19 years old. I've seen some bad shit, though, and been in some pretty shitty situations...with some pretty fucked up people.
A fight is a fucking fight. So far I haven't had a broken bone, just some stitches, chipped teeth, bruises, and knuckle marks for a few weeks. I also consider myself very lucky because I know and/or know of others within the same circles I USED to frequent, who've been sprayed with mace, stabbed, hit with tire irons and are now mentally handi-capped, or had cinderblocks and shit dropped on them. I've been jumped by essentially gang members, had shit pulled on me (obviously nothing but a bottle and brass knuckles have connected, or I wouldn't be here, usually these situations were diffused by track or debate skills-ha!), but I've never been hospitalized by anyone but my little brother, and had a tooth fixed that my one Thai boxing coach broke.

I thought he asked for "no made up BS"

[Sircnay]

Somone threw a soda can at my car (I'm a big gearhead) right after I JUST got the thing painted. I followed him and when he parked behind a grocery store I knew something was going to happen. I got out with the intention of getting his insurance information.

As soon as I got out his friend in the passenger side came out swining at me. I leaned back just far enough to dodge the punches and balanced myself and threw my jacket onto the hood of my car along with my glasses. I took up a normal fighting stance and he said "OH yeah? You know Karate? Well **** you!" And he threw a pathetic roundhouse that I blocked with my elbow surely causing him much pain.

I roundhoused his knee and when he dropped I kicked his head but he blocked it so I snapped forward with a side punch and followed it with a side kick. He got up and started swining some more but really slowly and pathetically so I threw a spinning back kick into his gut.

His friend started walking towards me with a can of spray paint (I don't know why.) and this guy came out and started yelling at us. The guy grabbed my glasses and threw them in his trunk. I ran over and grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him into his car and said, "If you don't give me my glasses back I'll fucking break your neck right here and leave you to die."

He quickly gave me back my glasses as his friend crawled back into their car. I took the guy and shoved him into the car again and then into his door and then into his car. The slowly started driving off but the guy I beat the crap out of had the balls to say as they were leaving, "You want to finish this?"

I laughed then I called the cops and told them a pair of guys who were driving a Silver Acura TL were throwing things from their car at people.

[jubaji]

Originally Posted by Sircnay

Somone threw a soda can at my car (I'm a big gearhead) right after I JUST got the thing painted. I followed him and when he parked behind a grocery store I knew something was going to happen. I got out with the intention of getting his insurance information.

As soon as I got out his friend in the passenger side came out swining at me. I leaned back just far enough to dodge the punches and balanced myself and threw my jacket onto the hood of my car along with my glasses. I took up a normal fighting stance and he said "OH yeah? You know Karate? Well **** you!" And he threw a pathetic roundhouse that I blocked with my elbow surely causing him much pain.

I roundhoused his knee and when he dropped I kicked his head but he blocked it so I snapped forward with a side punch and followed it with a side kick. He got up and started swining some more but really slowly and pathetically so I threw a spinning back kick into his gut.

His friend started walking towards me with a can of spray paint (I don't know why.) and this guy came out and started yelling at us. The guy grabbed my glasses and threw them in his trunk. I ran over and grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him into his car and said, "If you don't give me my glasses back I'll fucking break your neck right here and leave you to die."

He quickly gave me back my glasses as his friend crawled back into their car. I took the guy and shoved him into the car again and then into his door and then into his car. The slowly started driving off but the guy I beat the crap out of had the balls to say as they were leaving, "You want to finish this?"

I laughed then I called the cops and told them a pair of guys who were driving a Silver Acura TL were throwing things from their car at people.

And what happened after the commercial break?

[Sircnay]

Originally Posted by jubaji

And what happened after the commercial break?

**** your mom!

[BeingAtOne]

hahahahah please send more stories of your fights and detailes about how they started and ended thanks.

[Sircnay]

Once during lunch while sitting at the outside lunch benches some guys were being dicks and throwing their tater tots at people and of course they happened to throw one at me. I turned around and yelled, "Hey you fucktards, knock it off."

To which they replied, "Oh yeah and what are you going to do?"

I picked up the tot and threw it back. The guy got mad and started to get up but I grabbed my backpack and threw it at him to get a second of hesitance to which I ran forward and basically stomped him back into his chair and held him there by stepping on him. Then he finally gave and said, "Alright! I"m sorry!" after I forced all of my weight onto him.

His friends stood there and laughed at him.

[HtTKar]

All this BS about fighting over tater-tots, and scrapping with little siblings is making me sick. Starting fights with everyone? Nobody talking about the ones they lost?
One time I was walking down the street at about 3 in the morning. Out of nowhere this drunk guy jumped off his second story balcony and hit me full force in the face, saying nothing but "Bamm muthaf..." I was only about 16 at the time, he was about 30. He hit me about 10 more times and left. I crawled home bleeding. Impressed?

[jubaji]

Originally Posted by Sircnay

**** your mom!

Brilliant

[Garland]

Originally Posted by jubaji

I thought he asked for "no made up BS"

I'm the one with a fucking 5 inch gash across my face, bro. Hows that for validation.

[Garland]

As for with just about everyone else on this particular thread... I'm sick of this more pious than thou, self-righteous bullshit, get off of your fucking high horses, because this shit is pitiful.

"Nobody ever posts about when they lose..."
Maybe not everyone's a fucking loser.
I notched up a couple times where the outcome was pretty shitty for me.
Sure, laugh up the sibling rivalry shit, of course. Spend a week with my family, and you'll know for real how crazy shit is. Motherfuckers should make a reality tv show out of this shit, cuz it's C-R-A-Z-E-I, a'cracie, muther fucking crazy.

See you on the flip side, **** heads

[koto_ryu]

Originally Posted by HtTKar

All this BS about fighting over tater-tots, and scrapping with little siblings is making me sick. Starting fights with everyone? Nobody talking about the ones they lost?

I was running around downtown several New Years' back, maybe about 16 or 17 at the time and pretty drunk. I had left my buddy's house and was walking towards the dorms for Carlow U where my gf at the time was staying. Outside the bar down the street from us was Mitchell Woods, some dirty guy that always tried to bum money off people to buy coke or whatever. I told him off earlier that night, and I guess he wasn't too happy about it. We got into a shouting match, I shoved him to make room so I could get past, and he stabbed me right near my left kidney with a flathead screwdriver Needless to say, it's a very weird looking scar.

[Sircnay]

Originally Posted by jubaji

Brilliant

Your dripping sarcasm has broken my spirit and soul. Please no more or else I'll have to tell on you.