Mutal Combat?!

[Garland]

Okay...so for me, tonight was the last night of summer...and I decided to attend a kegger at a friend's house.
About 1/3 through my night, some drunk kid, whom I'd been argueing, of all things, philosophy with, stood up and asked if anyone wanted to brawl.
I, being the drunken dumbass that I was, agreed, and promptly took his back, spun him, put in my hooks and applied a rear naked choke.

why did I do this...???
I mean, after all, I'm always the one who advocates not going to the ground in a so-called "street fight"....well because, to me, it was a mutual combat situation; this kid had issued a challenge, and I, drunkenly no doubt, accepted.

I proceeded to choke this kid until he tapped, good form, I let go.

Before I could put my shirt back on, another kid, seated, began talking shit, and then jumped on me...applying a choke....ironic....I woke up seconds later, after this rat bastard appeared from my right hand side, and promptly asked him to help me find; my glasses, my beer, and my unlit smoke...all of which he did.
(funniest thing was, it cured my consitpation, because I woke up needing to have a shit)

Apparently, when I was "out" (about 12 seconds) he had admitted it was "pretty fucked up" and then left the party after some mutual friends told him (not on my request, I wanted a "re-match") that the party was no longer safe for him and his friends. (Just as I was "doubling up" with myself and grabbing an empty bottle of beer to slam him across the face with.)

Regardless of this cheap bastard, I learned a very valuable fucking lesson tonight kids....there is NO such thing as mutual combat, because the second you beat the first kid down, another will come out of the wings, unexpected, and try to take you out...

to be perfectly honest...that was perhaps the BEST RNC, or stranglehold I've ever found myself in...although I was drunk...and had just got done beating down another kid with a similar technique...this kid came up from my right side, and applied that shit hard.

He got me. It was "cheap", (I was engaged in a mutual combat situation, and before I even got my hooks out of this other kid, I was in a RNC) but in retrospect, I should've expected it...and in retrospect, I'm wondering why tonight I decided not to have carried my knife. Good thing too, because with somebody trying to put me out like he managed to, I would've cut him deep just to get up.


So...lesson learned, kids...
there is NO SUCH THING as a fair fight between two people, beacause if you win, some shitbag will sucker punch you and apply a choke you won't be able to get out of...unless you stick them with a knife.


goodnight...and I should thank this fatherless **** for this experience, becuase now I'm getting back into my prime, so I can butcher him (and I won't turn my back to strangers) next time I see him with my fists, knees, shins, elbows, teeth, skull, fingers, and whatever else I can grab)...and hurt whoever's got his back so bad...they won't walk the same for the rest of their natural lives...as well as any other **** who tries the same shit...

**** me once, shame on me
**** me twice, and I'll nail your still beating heart to the door, eat what's left of you, and tell the cops you committed suicide.

[WildWest.]

Were you still drunk when you wrote this?

[Garland]

Were you still drunk when you wrote this?

most likely...my first class of the semester starts tommorow at 12 am sharp...an my last ends at 7:00...so you'll see what I really meant tommorow evening. Much love.





Actually...yeah...I got jumped. I should've been carrying a knife...and even though the event of the evening stemmed out out of a mutual confrontation...I believe I would've been within my legal rights defending myself against TWO assailants with a knife. (according to UT case-law).

[Sagacious Lu]

It sounds like it was a good thing you DIDN'T have a knife. I sometimes shit happens but drunken fighting is never a good idea... even if it is a mutual agreement there are just too many things that can go wrong. At least you didn't get badly hurt or arrested.

[Garland]

It sounds like it was a good thing you DIDN'T have a knife. I sometimes shit happens but drunken fighting is never a good idea... even if it is a mutual agreement there are just too many things that can go wrong. At least you didn't get badly hurt or arrested.

amen...I was being drunk and stupid, and some shitbird saw an opportunity to be macho and one up me when my back was turned...lesson learned. Next time I see him, however, I will slam a bottle over the back of his head when he's not looking and choke him out. Turn-about is fair play.

[WildWest.]

I'm not going to judge you or your actions Garland, although it is for the best that you weren't carrying a knife. However you probably should have watched some other chump fight this guy when he offered to challenge people. Instead you could have sat back, enjoyed your beer and talked to some girls. I understand you're angry too and that's fair enough, just don't lose your mind and control to a silly emotive response. I wish you luck.

Drunkeness and brawling seldom make comfortable bed partners, but they too often do.

[Garland]

true. I'm aware of some major faults on my part that led to the incident.
-drinking
-agreeing to fight some kid (very fucking dumb)
-not being more aware of my surroundings
-not planting the kid out when he started moving into my personal space...if I hadn't hesitated to start hitting as soon as he came up on my side, things might've ended differently.
-not having friends close at hand (they found out about it when I woke up)

either way...a bunch more lessons learned the hard way. What's being a kid good for if you can't **** up every once in awhile?

[WildWest.]

either way...a bunch more lessons learned the hard way. What's being a kid good for if you can't **** up every once in awhile?

Yes.

You live and you learn.

[Tant01]

Ha! "Told you so?"

Yes.

You live and you learn.

Or not.... LOL

Seems like there have been discussions here about this very (kind of) thing.


But don't take my word on it...

[grappler-jordan]

There is no such thing as mutual combat unless you are in a ring, with signed contracts, or training partners (and your SOBER) at your school/dojo/studio/place of training by whatever name you call it.

[HtTKar]

Karma

Garland, let it go man.
you were drunk..arguing about philosophy, and then decided to choke a guy out for being aggressive.

you were choked out for being aggressive, by someone else.

Karma baby.

I think the guy was actually kind of cool about it. He admitted it was the wrong thing to do, and left. Thats a heck of alot better than what could have happened. You were at his mercy, and he spared you.

[Tant01]

Garland, let it go man.
you were drunk..arguing about philosophy, and then decided to choke a guy out for being aggressive.

you were choked out for being aggressive, by someone else.

Karma baby.

I think the guy was actually kind of cool about it. He admitted it was the wrong thing to do, and left. Thats a heck of alot better than what could have happened. You were at his mercy, and he spared you.

Yeah... Seems like he could have started a boot party.

[Garland]

Garland, let it go man.
you were drunk..arguing about philosophy, and then decided to choke a guy out for being aggressive.

you were choked out for being aggressive, by someone else.

Karma baby.

I think the guy was actually kind of cool about it. He admitted it was the wrong thing to do, and left. Thats a heck of alot better than what could have happened. You were at his mercy, and he spared you.

A few things I might not have put enough emphasis on, or omitted from my previous drunken post, in chronological order;
1) It was a kegger at my friends house, with a great many of my friends...very few kids we didn't know too well.
2) All of my pals were inside the house, whereas I was on the front porch drinking and having a cigarette.
3) A kid whom I'd known for awhile, but forgot the name of was argeuing with me (not heated, mind you, completely cordial) some interesting philosophical arguements. For the most part, he agreed, grudgingly, with my logic (I know , this dude was fucking WASTED ).
4) After going inside to fill up a keg cup, and coming back out to have another smoke, the kid reemerges (about 15 minutes later) and says he's bored, and asks if anyone would like to tussell...I'm thinking, okay, cool, let's **** around a little bit, nobody getting really hurt, so I tell him okay, take some time to take off my glasses, put down my beer, stub out my smoke, and take off my shirt. (it was a nice button up shirt...and I didn't want it getting torn, especially because I knew I was going to try and grapple with this kid, because I didn't want to hit him...for a number of reasons, namely both of our safety.)
5) This was a mutual fight, and the kid was cool...he jumps toward me and takes a swing, I drag his arm and take his back, I establish the positioning for a RNC (squeezing VERY lightly), sit down on the ground, and shortly after my ass hits the ground, and before I get my hooks in and start to sink it, he taps. I let go, and stand up.
6) While I'm reaching down to help this kid up, another kid, about 5'10'' and about 190lbs at (a guess) with full sleaves on his arms and fucked up teeth asks if he can go next.
7) I start to help the other kid up, and begin buttoning up my shirt, and I ask the kid without even looking at him, because he looks like a cheap son of a bitch, what the rules would be....he says, no rules, and stands up, grabs me while I'm in the midst of buttoning up my shirt, and throws me in a short choke while he's on my left side. My hands are trapped down by my shirt, and I try to duck down to grab his leg, and he starts shaking me side to side, I reach back, and the second my knees touch the ground, I start to feel like the night's drinks caught up with me.
8) I gargle a bit when I come to and shake my head around a bit, it's been (according to a witness) about 4 seconds since I went out...I stand up, and my stomach feels fucked up...I'm shaken up and fucking pissed...but I don't want to do anything about it yet, because to be completely candid...I feel like I'm about to shit my pants.
9) I tell the kid it was my mistake for turning my back on somebody I didn't know, I look him squarely up, and I KNOW I can beat this motherfucker within an inch of his life. He says "I know that was fucked up man, but I was just trying to make a point." Point made...I see! I love it, the idea is ingenious, "Street Rules 101" okay, I go inside to take a shit and come back calmly with a half empty beer bottle in my hand edging so that it's out of sight...and he's gone.
10) a girl tells me that she saw it all go down, saw him jump on me as I was putting on my shirt, and then saying shit like "wanna breath?" and "choked out motherfucker!", and then me waking up as he barely let go. I didn't tap. (I was probably too drunk to feel the air being cut off)
11) I go inside and the three kids I told had talked to another kid there who knew him, who tipped the kid off that the party was no longer safe for him. I guess the one kid who knew both of us thought I was going to kill him. Funny thing is, the only reason he saved this prick is because the kid owes him money...if I lay that kid up in the hospital, he loses his cash and some other shit. Fucking douchebag.
12) I bitch the kids out for telling him to leave, and that I could settle it myself, and I was going to. That warning took away any possible vindication I could've recieved. The kid took me by suprise and choked me out...since he hadn't fought me fairly, this time, the rematch, I would follow his lead and make MY point...unfortunately...he was gone.
13) You'd probably have to kill me to stop me after wronging me like that...I might act cool with you for awhile, I might smile and laugh with you, but if you pull some chikenshit stunt on me trying to act tough, rob me, or threaten a loved one...I will eventually get back "in touch" with you. I see this kid, I'm fanning him all Pharoah style with a brick.

[jubaji]

Dude, you're still drunk now, aren't you?

[Garland]

Dude, you're still drunk now, aren't you?

no.














Really...I'm not. Tonight I had maybe a glass and a half of 2005 Alice White Chardonnay with dinner...more than 3 hours ago. I will have more though, as a nightcap, when I decide to go to sleep.