Real fight stories

[bodhisattva]

I...see...

Hah hah.

Not too clear.

I'm trying to vocalize that speech is a form of abstract expression, so is typing in a forum format. It comes out how it comes out, and we shouldn't be too judgemental of a person's manner of talking, because it's not such a big deal so long as the person is sincere in their attempt to communicate.

That's what I mean by "People talk how they speak"

[jubaji]

Hah hah.

Not too clear.

I'm trying to vocalize that speech is a form of abstract expression, so is typing in a forum format. It comes out how it comes out, and we shouldn't be too judgemental of a person's manner of talking, because it's not such a big deal so long as the person is sincere in their attempt to communicate.

That's what I mean by "People talk how they speak"

LOL

I knew what you meant. I was just being a pain in the ass. Oops! I mean butt, I mean behind, ... ***

[Enzo566]

Thankfully the only fight ive ever gotten into, i wouldnt even call it a fight maybe a little kid scuffle. was in like 4th or 5th grade so long ago i cant remeber it.....

We where playing football and he pushed me and got me into a headlock. I got out Punched him in the face, then we fell on the floor i got a few hits in, he turned me over and started punching me. People broke us up and he punched me in the back of the head. Lol no like 13-14 years later we are really good friends

[Xee]

Getting back to reality here from those first few posts. . .

First off, I would think that those in self-defense/martial arts would be those least likely to get into fights simply because

1.) They know what they are capable of and won't get into fights unless there is absolutely no way out (backed in a corner, no where to run, etc.)

or

2.) They know what they aren't capable of and won't let their egos get the better of them.

That being said, I've never been in a fight since I started JKD; but I did get into one way back in either sophomore or junior year in high school and it is that one I will relate since I'm sure there are those of you who, like me, like to read any and all "real" situations.

Back then, I was somewhat of a pacifist; I believed that there was no reason ever to commit bodily harm to someone else. I also was somewhat of a loner. Hardly had any friends to speak of and didn't really feal comfortable around groups of people.

Well, one day I was walking back home down a sidestreet of my suburb when I noticed a group of kids across the street, standing in the front yard of a house. Two of them looked to be 1 or 2 years younger than me but were both my size if not bigger; the other three looked as if they were in grammar school. Being the shy person I was, I jammed my hands into my coat pockets and looked down to the ground, hoping I could pass by without them noticing. This attempt at invisibility failed though and my heart lept when I heard the the sound of feet running across the street. I quickened my pace and kept my head down hoping I could get out of what I felt like was going to be a bad situation. Luck was against me though and before I knew it they were all standing in front of me.

This being at least 7 years ago, what was exactly said is a bit hazy to me. Here's what I do remember.

Big Kid #1: "Hey man, what you doing messing with this kid?" [Motions to one of the grammar-school kids]

Me: "What? I've never seen him before in my life." [My voice is visibly shaking; my heart is going a million miles a minute]

BK1: "Man, don't lie. I hate when people lie to me. He says you were messing around with him at school."

[I turn to the aforementioned grammar school kid]

Me: "What school do you go to?"

Grammar School Kid: "Campanelli." [Evil smile on his face as he says this]

Me: "See, I've never been to that school; I didn't even go there . . ."

[BK1 suddenly throws a punch that I manage to dodge by pulling my head back. Everything slows down and I fall myself falling down to the ground, not sure if he threw another one or if someone pushed/pulled me. The only going through my head is "RUN!" so I manage to free myself and take off as fast as I can, crying as I do so. I hear someone right behind me and feel a hand hook into the back collar of my jacket trying to pull me back. I hear BK1 yell from far back telling the one behind me to "Let the pussy go." and the hand disappears. I'm only a couple more blocks from home and make it back without incident, running and crying all the way.]

Obviously, I did a lot of things wrong. First and foremost, I made myself the perfect victim by the way I walking; hunched over, hands in pockets, head looking down. Second of all, I should have known that I couldn't talk myself out of the situation since the "messing with this kid" routine was just something for them to pump themselves up right before they attacked. Instead I should have outrightly challenged what they were saying, acting more "tough." Probably wouldn't have done anything but it couldn't have hurt.

I've got a couple more stories from a pretty good book; the author interviews thugs, muggers, etc. and you find out what they look for and hear them talk about crimes they commited. I'll try to stop by the library and scan a few passages tomorrow.

[Oreomeister365]

Once I was walking along the bike path, heading to work, and this old dude with his hunting dog were coming down towards me. His dog looked mean as hell, and started barking at me from roughly 10 miles away. So the dog in fact breaks loose, and runs at me full speed. He lunges at me, and natrually, rather than get my neck ripped out, I gave it a full cross to its jaw, breaking it. So the old dude is pissed as hell, and I look down at the dog, and look back up, but this ain't a old dude anymore, he was a NINJA IN FUCKING DISGUISE!@ So I'm like "shitninja"...and then his accomplices come outa nowhere, and theres like 10 ninjas now. I've never dealt with ninjas before, so I am forced to go super saiyan. I do a super ultra backflip, then go like "KAMEHAMEHA!!!12" and desitegrate them all. Then 10 hot chicks come out of nowhere and......


okay, truthfully now:

I was actually on the bike going down the bike path, I think i was in 8th grade. A troop of 5 or so kids who look like their in 5th or 6th grade (on bikes themselves) were coming down the other way. One of them had the gall to say "hey you gay fags!" while passing us so I immediatley whip the bike around and charge at him as fast as I can, and he gets scared shitless, and stops, so I catch up to him, and say "don't call random people bad names you moron." I later found out that down in happyville PA thats the type of stuff you get arrested for (not really, but just about ) I had just moved there from california, so uh...I was a little pissed off looking for a year or two...everyone truthfully thought I was in a gang. Pshhh...a gang in central PA... Hell, that wasn;t even a fight.

The only fight I was really in was in 5th grade vs an 8th grader...both of us being quite noobs at fighting, we simply did the whole noob punch as fast as we can at each others head till one of us backed out, regardless of the fact that nothing ever hurt...we were just young.

[Blue Wave Gym]

LOL Ok

I've previously posted "the big belt buckle" story and the "grappeling on the pavment with 2 people at the same time story" from my bouncing days(I probably have been involved in 300+ violent incodents of varing degrees but heres another: one my one of my tkd teachers quit being a bouncer at the place and I took his job when I was 20, we would always discuss the best way to restrain/stop people without hitting them type stuff after class, well my teacher said "your a big guy if you get into it just choke em' out"(the bar had a no hitting unless your hit first rule) so a few days later, a friday I think I'm working and my boss who's another bouncer, throws a guy out of the bar/club for going into the womans bathroom, you can guess what he was up to, my boss told him get the hell out of here/ what's a matter with you? ect. about an hour or two later I take a smoke break out side and as soon as i get outside I see the same guy on top of an old man in his later 50's or early 60's who's a regular early evening customer and about the nicest guy you want to meet, the punk (he's average size to smaller compared to me) is on top of him pummeling him with blows and the old guy is fighting back as best he can from the bottom, my rage meter is at overload right now so I pull the mr. jerk off of him and slap him in a rear naked choke but don't apply it yet and the 2 guys are swinging at each other untill I say stop it to both and I think the old guy stoped for the moment but the jerk didn't do so in a timely fashion/I was pissed so I applied the choke, I didn't take that long to choke him out, but in the mean time a member of the house band came along and was laughing at the scene, I said oh he's going to sleep he passed out and I (big mistake) dropped him to the cement and his head /mouth bounced off the pavemnet, the old guy was still pissed his glasses were hanging of his head and he was ruffed quite a bit and he proceded to kick htis guy in the head/body untill I pulled him off.We had to call an ambulence for the jerk but he was fine,apparnenty a customer saw this and didn't like my actions (we'll **** him0 he probably only saw me choking the smaller guy, when he left the bar he said "hey punk whats a matter with you my dad is a cop and you don't do that blah blah blah" I was pissed at the time and said "if you don't shut up and get away you're going to be next, fortunately the bar manager was in between us at the time or there'd have been a street fight for sure. The next day the old guy thanked me profusely and said "all I did was have 2 more beers than usually nad I get jumped and was drunk os it was hard to fight back" I can relate to that how many of us would have great reflexes when bombed and someone jumps you, not me anyway after al this mr. jerk like so many other peopl I have throw out of the bar during violent altercations tried to come back the next week. And half the time the owner would let these peopl back in just for the money. yea I know I should have not choked him out or droped him on his head

[Smile Empty Sou]

when i was in school

When i was about 15 this big guy nick davies used to pic on everyone and he was a big boxer so one day he picked a fight with me i didn even think i just reacted like he didn know what was going on i blocked about three of his punches and grabbed his head and threw a knee into his jaw he went out like a light bulb everyone said i looked possesed but it wasn'ty that it was Karate completely took over also a mixture of my old muay thai so blocking and movement was all the karate but the knee was from Muay Thai..lets just say no one ever called me a goth or picked on me again hehe

[SamuraiGuy]

Uhhh 5th grade on a rainy day, some kid and me got into it.. over what I cant remember... it was rainy and muddy, I think I tackled him, or he tackled me, something like that... I remember getting mud in my face and not really being able to see, but I think I won. Nowadays about 7 years later he vaguely remembers it but says I won too. Guess I was the one who tackled him lol.

EXCITING!!!

Ummm, one kid tried to kick me in the balls as a joke, and I grabbed his leg and through on a guillotine in the halls. Which led to one of my friends walking by, and being told by the first choked kid, to try to kick me in the balls..... pretty dumb....

I was making a mountain biking movie, and there was a camera, so me and this kid decided we would fight each other... so I threw out a punch, not really trying to hit him, just trying to get closer, cause after all were not really fighting, then he brings his hand up hits me in the mouth. we go to the clinch, he tries to put me on the ground with a takedown. I stop the takedown, but as there was no one around, and I could win the fight without hurting him I brought it to the ground, he was in my gaurd, through on the guillotine (I brought him down with my arm over his head), he tried to get out of it for a second, then he tapped. I had a fat lip though... once again pretty dumb.


One of the aformentioned people, the second kid who tried to kick me in the nuts, was talking to me about choking him the one time, then as I pick up my books and leaves he puts me in a standing RNC. I turned my head kinda, put my books down on my desk, squirmed out of it, pushed his head down got his back and choked him till he tapped.

(Teacher walked in as I was choking him lol, she was super pissed, which was suprising cause shes like the nicest teacher ever)

Didnt get into any trouble though.... and thats really the only thing I can think of, oh except for a few "Im gonna kick your asses" at soccer games, but those never turned into anything.

[Tant01]

I know a guy that was punked into leaving the security of his home so the hoods he was hanging with could shank him outside a local grocery market.

They caught him in the doorway as he was leaving the market and stuck him in the heart. One wound and off they ran leaving Tyrone to bleed out... Another kid I trained with later was a bystander that found T bleeding and attempted to help. Small town. T bled out before the ambulance got him to the hospital ER but it was close enough that they were able to pump in enough blood and recusitate him. Sadly not before he suffered severe brain damage. Last time I saw him he was being fed through tubes, couldn't make words or control his limbs. He's had atrophied muscles (fetal position) and weighed about 120# (he was a healthy 230 Lb at 6'-3") doctors gave him a 5% chance of living the next five years... His daughter was born 6 months after this happened and she'll be three years old or so now...

T still needs 24 hr care... a shadow of the proud father he might have been.

[SamuraiGuy]

"The hoods he was hanging with"

Generally you dont try to "hang" with your enemies... and they just stabbed him in the heart.... right I dont know about the people I "hang" with.. but I dont see any of them tryhing to stab me in the heart.

[3_Kicks]

I loathe fighting, I think as a martial artist, I know what I am and am not capable of.
The only fight i've ever had was when I was coming home from clubbing. A guy asked me for all my money (I only had £5 left from the night) I would've gladly given it to him, he was big, I wasn't gonna argue.
But he got agressive, and threw a punch. I managed to block it. I blocked a left hand punch with my left hand (its a typical JKD block, to put distance between you and your opponent) I took his wrist and twisted his arm, its a JKD lock.
I kicked him once in the face, because he was lent over through the lock. I didnt do this to look good, but id rather he was down on the floor while I got the hell outta there.

[Tant01]

"not gang related"

"The hoods he was hanging with"

.... I dont know about the people I "hang" with.. but I dont see any of them tryhing to stab me in the heart.

You're not a (black) amatuer rap music producer living in a predominantly hispanic neighborhood?

Good for you...

[Garland]

When I was starting highschool, I used to hang out with some kids who were sort of low level drug dealers...some of these kids would do the backyard boxing match type fightclub bullshit...and others would sometimes go all out for the sport of it, no gloves.

I remember this one kid and myself used to mix it up alot. (this is before I had trained in martial arts)
we fought on three different occassions.
One time I kneed him so hard in the ribs and beat him so bad he was dripping blood and spitting it out.

On another occassion he tried to choke me out and I got pulled off of him for trying to gouge his eyes and then grabbing his windpipe.

A different time, he choked me almost into unconsciousness, and I was forced to tap.


I can remember another incident where me and a kid I played lacrosse with got into it and I tried to kick this legs (I had started training muay thai with a guy that used to be an ex-family friend)...he tackled me and beat the shit out of me in the full mount.

........

and then I learned how to fight...and I don't get into very many anymore...

every now and then I'll box somebody when others are around to throw some cash down...
most of the times it's pretty disappointing, though, as they end up quitting or getting gassed before I even start throwing bombs.

Nobody in my group of friends will fight me for sport if I can knee or kick them. (I keep elbows for self defense)

I occasionally play around grappling with some of these kids too, one of them is a thrid black belt in aikido (he cross trains some judo and I think jiu jitsu, because he can actually MOVE and WORK on the ground), and his father is a pretty well known instructor, but nobody else knows anything, save for two wrestlers that don't have any submissions.

These kids are scrappers, not boxers, with the exception of two who know what they're doing...but, some of these guys can swing...I keep trying to drag them into the gym, or get them to train with me...but they don't seem to have the desire...

[MAMA_Boy]

Am I the only one that thinks this forum is in need of some serious punctuation? I have to decipher half of the posts in here because people don't know how to use a period.

[Garland]

Who's on their period???!!
You're on your period?
Shit man, stop spotting all over MY post...
and take a midol, you goddamned psuedo-intellectual, pretentious sow!
Of all the unmittigated gaul...why I never!
Ghandi would have punched you in the balls.