Real Fight Stories

[Great Sage]

I’ve already read what some of you have written about violent situations. As a martial artist, my path is one of maintaining peace, but as we all know, sometimes “shiet happens” and we must utilize our well honed skills. Here’s an incident that happened about two summers ago.

Kansas City, KS — South Mill Road projects in late August 2001

My cousin had moved to Kansas a few years ago with his family to take a job. I thought it would be nice to visit, so several hours later I found myself in the middle of a multi-racial projects area. My cousin had not come back from work yet, so my nephews and I were tossing a football on their front lawn. It was then that I noticed that two drooping guys were fast approaching us. The oldest one looked about 18 or 19 and came right up to me. He said that the football belonged to his younger brother who was also present. I quickly justified that it must be a mistake, but the guy insisted that my nephews stole it. I thought the situation was pretty ludicrous, afterall, we were arguing about a football. Needless to say, my blood was starting to boil as well. I told the guy plainly that I wasn’t going to have this discussion and that my nephews and I were going inside. Suddenly, the guy tackled me to the ground, but as we rolled, his momentum allowed me to kick him off of me. Back on two legs, the punk tried to box me from a safe distance. I feinted a jab and threw a stepping side kick which landed exactly where I had hoped — his stomach. He didn’t throw much after that. I threw a few low kicks to get his attention, then rushed forward with a straight lead which caught his ear as he turned away. A loud voice caught my attention as I noticed that one of the guys had returned with an older guy. The old guy came running while cussing like no tomorrow. He kept his distance but told me that he had just gotten out of prison. I was thinking, “this is supposed to invoke fear on my part?” Then he darted towards me throwing wild punches, but I jammed him with a stop kick and threw a wild left cross into his flinging arms. I caught one in the lip in the exchange, but managed a sloppy hip throw sending both of us to the ground. I more or less fell on him and started whacking the guy until his nose bled. Then the other guy kicked my ribs and I got up to chase him. The old guy then got up and apologized. He said he wanted me to teach him “karate.” I didn’t say anything, just went indoors to ice my lip and recover.

The whole incident happened in less than 10 minutes, although it seemed like forever. When my cousin came home, I told him what happened and he said that things like that happened a lot there. Feel free to share your stories.

[YeLLa-TiGeR]

Cool story my big one was not as successful as yours.
I posted once how I got jumped last summer by 10 guys and a weapon. Should i dig that story out too?

[Great Sage]

Originally posted by YeLLa-TiGeR
Cool story my big one was not as successful as yours.
I posted once how I got jumped last summer by 10 guys and a weapon. Should i dig that story out too?

By all means, I'd like to hear it.

[YeLLa-TiGeR]

This happened at the end of August....I copied and pasted from an old post.

My friends who were visiting from LA came with me to a cafe to hang out and stuff. The only reason I go there is for the waitress and everyone knew I only went on Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. At the cafe, we met up with some people I was cool with. Two of them I knew and even have been to the gym with them to work out and those two even came to my house. One I didnt know at all.

We were all talking with each other, and I told them that my friends were visiting from Los Angeles and that I was originally from there. Five min later, the guy I didnt know at all anounces "**** America."

I said "Watch your mouth, we're all americans here, you knew that too."

He goes "Oh, I'm really sorry man, I forgot, I was being stupid."


And so the confrontation ends. My friends and I forgot all about it and partied all week in Montreal. Last night we decided to go to the cafe again to get some tea and just play cards.

As I entered the cafe with my friends, I immediately noticed the same people from the last time. I say whats up with the three guys. One of the guys, I thought I was especially tight with looked at me strangely, like he didnt want to be there. He had a look of worry, but I automatically discounted that.

So we sat down and played cards, talked for hours. Out of the corner of my eye, we all noticed that several calls were being made with cell phones and that people were looking at us. We idiotically ddint think anything of it. We just thought that they were checking out my female friend.

I saw them all leave and about half an hour later we decided to leave as well. As we crossed the parking lot, I noticed the same guy who made that prior comment look at me with hate and aggression. He stood up from his position and walked towards me with a purposeful stride, behind him 4 guys followed, I knew I was in trouble. While he was walking towards me, he was also yelling obscenities and when he was in range, I threw a low left switch kick to his thigh and followed up with a right cross, he immediately grabbed me, but I just put him in the plumb and was on the verge of kneeing and all of a sudden I felt several blows to my head, one was especially hard. Those blows from behind were from people we didn’t see before and sucker attacked me. I was told it was 5 people. I was so pissed that I didn’t pay them any mind, I just went after that asshole and someone tripped me from behind and as I went down, I took a bat to the face. 8 guys were stomping on me while another was in my guard, I put in a guillotine and cranked on the mother****er.

My two friends waded in slugging. The guy with the bat hit my friend in the back of the head. Funny thing was, the people refused to engage with my friends, they just tried to avoid me and go after me. I managed to get up because my friends distracted them. And my friend was yelling at them to stop. I had blood on my face and was smiling like a loser and told them "come on! Why the ****s are all you on me?? I just want this guy" A person on my right side was yelling at me, and as I turned to him I felt two punches to my head. I turned and gave that guy a jab and cross, he staggered from the blows, but at that moment, everyone came rushing at me again. I just swung and swung. Then people started to come out and watch. All the people just scattered, and suddenly I wasn’t being attacked anymore.

All in all, two blows really marked me up, them coming from a bat. The other punches were powder puffs.

[platinum_angel]

i'm glad your korotty worked so well because were i come from korotty practitioners are ridiculed and not underestimated. let me tell you one of my "story's".

once upon a time there was misinformed, conformed, boy who used to go to karate. as that boy kept going he discovered that he was one of the best fighters in that school mabye because he was young or mabye it was because he was a prodigy. but whatever it was it made him cocky. so that boy started talking shit and afterwords started drowning in it. so that boy placed a bet with one of his friends that were on the wreslting team.

ding ding first round: he tackles him to the ground and then starts to beat the shit out of him.

ding ding second round: tackles him to ground again and then starts to bash his head on the ground

good thing the boy gave him a black eye so he could talk shit the next day at school .

*THE END*

now what was today's lesson-

"never get ahead of yourself"
oh yeah korotty sucks

[platinum_angel]

i would have had your back yella

[YeLLa-TiGeR]

Awesome man!

Just bring a gun!

[Great Sage]

Damn Yella,

Your fight was hard-core no doubt. I'm glad you made it out. A baseball bat to the face, OUCH!!!

[YeLLa-TiGeR]

Thanks Sage, I learned my lesson and I hope I never get into a streetfight again. But IF it does happen, I pray that I will be somewhat lucky and will have better odds or the guy/guys wont have weapons.

[rockinronnie]

I got in a fight with myself one night, does that count?

[rockinronnie]

Ya, I kicked the shit outta myself. It was fair though.

[platinum_angel]

REALLY me too. i love you man

[mjmnam]

they should make a subsection on the forum called "Fight stories" or something

[Sage Gemini]

So far I have been a good boy, but one day I may have a story to talk of. . .

[jesse7]

I wasnt actualy involved but I was there. But heres my story.

Me my brother and my brothers mate were walking him all slightly drunk .. but not too bad. There was six dudes walking about 20 meters behind us yelling out shit like ... faggits etc etc.

My brothers mate wanted to stop but I said no we are not stoping.

They stopped and I kept going not sure why but I think I was in my own drunk little world when I turned around I saw some smaller guy hit my brother in the face, my brother returns the favour and the guy is knocked out before his limp head cracks against the concrete. The rest of his mates rush in three on my brothers mate and two on my brother. First guy gets hit in face .. hes on ground unconcious .. other guy hits my brother in face then gets hit and backs up.

My brothers mate is on ground getting kicked by three dudes as I run up and my brother goes to help him the cops pulls up.

Anyway cops asked what happend .. my brother said .. "6 on 2" and nothing else and the cops let us go, after they talked to the other guys.

Damnage: (we saw the same guys at a club the next week and had a talk with them) Two dudes in ambulance on way to hospital .. one recoverd on the way teh other recoverd there .. no serious injurys. One guy had black eye.

My brothers mate .. cut lip very sore ribs.

My brother: Black eye, broken hand and wrist.

This was before we started martial arts. I think my brother has broken has hand about 4 times now punching someone .. but since we learnt how to punch he hasnt ... "YET"