What is the worst fight you have ever been in? If you have never been in a fight, what is the worst fight you have ever witnessed? I am talking about physical, “get yourself a black eye and bruised ribs… or worse” fight.
I have two experiences… well more like one and a half as the 2nd one didn’t really get to the point of throwing fists.
The first was when I was 14 years old. I was in Boy Scouts and it was summer camp. I was on my way back to our troop’s campsite when I saw one of the older troup members (who was 16 and much MUCH bigger than me and much stronger as well) screaming and beating one of our adult leaders with a 3 foot long wooden club. (So you know my background to this point, I had taken Karate classes since I was 7, but had not been practicing for the past 2 years.) I ran right up to him and threw a roundhouse kick to his ribs and set myself ready to go at it with him. It stopped him cold. He looked at me, saw I was ready to fight, then he turned and walked off, still screaming and cursing. That was the extent of it. The kid got kicked out of the troop. Fortunately the only injuries sustained by the adult leader were some bruised forearms from blocking the club.
The second experience (which doesn’t really count, but I’m going to include it anyways) was in high school. For some reason, this kid in gym class decided he was going to start picking on me. I have no idea why because I never did anything to him. The teasing, bullying and general sh*y attitude from him went on for about a month. Then one day in the locker room he started cursing and yelling at me for what can only be described as a misunderstanding during class on his part, but because he already had this thing against me, he wanted to start duking it out in the locker room. He was screaming and cursing and taunting me saying, "C’mon! Let’s go! I’m gonna kick your a!" I just stood there, ready to defend myself. People started yelling out, “Fight, there’s a fight!” By this time the gym teacher had come down and it was broken up. No fists were thrown and nobody got hurt, but the conditions were right. Had I not kept a cool head it would have gotten worse… for him.
So tell me about the fights you have been in or experienced.
Annoying chick, constantly picking on friends of mine and just generally being a pain in the ass. I’ll admit I didn’t really have any beef with her, I was just sick of all the shit she was talking to my friends, and anyone else who would listen. So I went down to her locker and punched her in the back of the head while she was opening her combination lock. When she turned around, I punched her in the face. And then I told her why and suggested that she back off. Nothing much to that one, but she didn’t pick on anybody after that. She wound up with some bruising on her forehead and such, but she never hit me. I never fought with another girl after that.
Some guy who stole something from someone else (which was actually a gift from me) and then wore it to school. I didn’t want to confront him about it (I just got off suspension from fight #1), so I went to the principal’s office to tell her about it. She didn’t give a shit. I told her to get the necklace back for me or I’d get it back myself. She still didn’t give a shit. So at the beginning of science, I confronted him. He told me to fuck off, I went to my seat. After class, I left my books with a friend, followed him into the hallway, and confronted him again only this time, he wasn’t wearing it. I hit him once or twice and dared him to hit me back, but he wouldn’t. So I asked him if I could have the necklace back and he spit on me and told me to fuck off. It got pretty intense after that. Bloody nose, black eye, probably some bruised ribs. He didn’t hit me, either. I got suspended again.
I’ve been in a few other fights (if you could call them that) where I was hit and I got my ass kicked, but that was always more “abuse” than “fight”.
That all happened around 7th grade. I haven’t had any kind of physical altercation (that I recall, anyway) since then.
I didn’t fight when I was a kid, but had a good one about 10 years ago. I was working as a bartender in a very small bar, which had 4 dart boards and a couple of dart teams. The bar owner decided to change the company she rented her dart boards from, which meant our teams would change to a different dart league - one which was just starting up.
Now I’m a bartender - I don’t make policy decisions. My boss decided to change companies and the first thing I knew about it was after it was done. I was out with some friends when one of the co-owners of the orginal company comes up to me in another bar and starts giving me a ration of shit. She was drunk, and I was just trying to ignore her - as I said, it wasn’t my idea or my decision to change companies. Then this stupid bitch spits in my face.
**Bad **idea.
I didn’t even “make a decision” to hit her. I was told when she spit on me, my head snapped around and when it turned back toward her my fist was right behind it. My first punch blacked one eye. She proceeded to grab my (long) hair and start trying to pull it out. So I methodically punched her in the face until her friends managed to pry her fingers out of my hair.
She wound up with two lovely black eyes and I wound up with a reputation. But no one has spit on me since then.
I was at a movie with my girlfriend (now wife). I accidentally kicked the seat in front of me and this huge Samoan turned around and started staring at me with the ugliest angry look. Do I
A) Apologize and look like a wuss to my new girlfriend
B) Challenge him and surely get my ass kicked by this huge guy
While mulling this over, my wife told me “Tell him you’re sorry”. Well, all right, only because she’s telling me to.
Only real physical fight I’ve been in. Eighth grade. This guy had been harrassing me since the beginning of the year, very seriously, calling me a slut, whore, other choice names, relentlessly. We were at the same table in social studies one day, and he reached over and tried to grab my notebook and write something obscene in it. I snapped, stood up, and decked him in the face. Now, I’m small and was smaller then, but had been doing TKD for three and a half years them, and have always been a lot stronger than I look.
He fell out of his chair, and I, in a moment of complete rage and utter asshole-ish-ness, kicked him in the ribs as he was trying to get up. He grabbed my leg and tried to trip me, but didn’t.
Our teacher got us apart at that point. (um, yeah. did I mention that this was in the middle of class?) I got a couple detentions I never served, we both had to apologize to each other, and that was that. (In retrospect: That was really the last time I got viciously teased. Huh.)
Witnessed: A serious beating in the school cafeteria before homeroom one day my freshman year. It was something like six-on-one. The victim was kicked repeatedly in the head, in a coma for a week or something, and ended up transferring to a different school.
Er, do I get to count sparring matches? Nine years of training has given me some awesome stories.
The last time i actually traded blows with someone was in about grade 9. Which is, in my opinion, about the appropriate level of maturity and intelligence for people who think that violence is an appropriate solution to disagreements.
When i worked as a bartender at a pub in England, i saw quite a few fights. Despite the fact that many folks in England often look down their noses at the “gun culture” and the gang violence of the US, i actually found day-to-day life in England to be much more violent than in America. The number of angry people in pubs and nightclubs, or on public transport, who were just looking for an excuse to fight was actually quite an eye-opener.
Why is it wussy to apologize here? You kicked his chair, hard enough to make him turn around. You clearly didn’t mean to - it was an accident. Isn’t that exactly what an apology is for? Regardless of whether it’s Mike Tyson or Linda Hunt, you should apologize in that situation. It’s not being a wuss, it’s being polite!
The last fight I actually got into where it came to blows was Elementary school. My friend (yes a friends and I) got mad at eachother and started swinging bike chains at eachother hard and then started punching eachother. I don’t think either of us got more than bloody noses.
In high school another friend and I used to promote illegal all age concerts. At one I had just told our security guy (a friend who was about to enter the marines) to go out for a smoke. On stage the lead singer made a joke about Greco-Roman wrestling in the audience. I then saw the crowd start to part. I went over and saw two guys beating the shit out of eachother. Two big rednecky guys. I pushed them apart and stayed inbetween them. Then someone in the crowd said “Let 'em fight. Their brothers.” The two brothers then advanced on me. I starred them down and told them to go outside and theyd be welcomed back in after they were done fighting. They left. I had so much street cred after that. j/k
The last fight I saw was amazing. Bum fight on Sunset Blvd.
I walk out of a record store and round the corner to see one bum straddling another and repeatedly punching him in the head. A lady bum was nearby and was shouting at him to stop. He didn’t, so eventually she grabbed a board and hit the punching bum in the back of the head. He didn’t stop at that so she grabbed a bottle and broke it over his head. At that point punching bum got up and began punching the lady bum in the head. Eventually he stopped. And all three bums sat down next to eachother on the curb like nothing happened.
Funny. Most of the fights I’ve seen or been in involve a bunch of black gangsta types shoving and postering with lost of "Oh yeah?!"s and "fuck you n****r!"s.
I’ve never been in a fight myself… that is to say, I have never thrown a punch, tho’ I did get spit on and pushed to the ground and kicked in the shin, all by the same girl and on the same day.
But I witnessed a truly spectacular fight amongst freshman-cafeteria fights (and I saw a lot of them, so this means something). The initial fight was between a large linebacker (who was actually a pretty docile guy, at least two years later in PE) and a spry wrestler with a temper. They were getting quite seriously into it, and the whole cafeteria (about 350 kids) was on its feet (or standing on chairs if we were short), the security guards come rushing, but can’t get the two guys separated.
Finally, the Asst Principal, who was a fifty year old woman with a hip replacement, runs into the cafeteria, and takes a flying leap at the football player, knocking him to the ground and ending the fight.
My brothers and I nearly came to blows many times during long car trips. I don’t remember them actually getting physical though they were close. It’s a wonder my parents didn’t leave us on the side of the road somewhere. We would get bored and just bicker for hundreds of miles.
I’ve only been in one physical fight that I can recall. I was 8 years old ,and it’s the typical story of an older girl bully who would trip the younger kids, push us out of the way, pinch us, etc. She didn’t single me out–she was an equal opportunity bully of everyone smaller than herself. One day she pushed me out of the way to get to a water fountain and I had enough. I punched her in the nose. I’m not sure how I managed to get a good one off, but it was a pretty hard punch for an 8 year old girl (although, to be fair, the other girl was only 10 or so). Her nose started bleeding. She started crying. Teachers were summoned.
I went to the principal’s office and got a lecture. They called my parents and I got another lecture. In all honesty, the lectures were half hearted efforts. I don’t remember ever feeling like I was really in trouble. I think everyone knew what had gone on.
While I was in the service but enjoying a little R&R away from the fighting some local guy decided he wanted my 35mm camera.
He came up from behind armed with a fish filetting knife and grabbed the camera. I never carried it with the strap around my neck for just that reason. I spun around and he had my camera lens barrel in one hand and his knife in the other, coming my way. I grabbed his knife wrist with my off hand, let go of the camera, pulled out my issue sheath knife and disemboweled him on the spot.
At a high school dance a boy called me a “fat-assed dyke.” Well, I was a dyke but was an elite athlete and certainly did not have a fat ass. His remark was the one that broke the dyke’s back, as I had been subjected to varying amounts of cruelty throughout high school. I punched him in the head, which knocked him down. I then jumped on top of him and proceeded to ram his head over and over into the floor (it was carpeted, but gave him some interesting bruises and carpet burns.) He passed out and I fled the scene, sure I had killed him and the cops would be coming to put me away.
The guy’s sister was a varsity cheerleader and the Monday at school she came up to me and said “I hear you beat the shit out of my brother Jack.” I agreed and clenched my fists, ready for another showdown. Instead of the expected she said “Well, thank you. He’s such a little asshole and really deserved it!”
I also ended up working with the guy the following summer. We became fast friends.
At a high school dance a boy called me a “fat-assed dyke.” Well, I was a dyke but was an elite athlete and certainly did not have a fat ass. His remark was the one that broke the dyke’s back, as I had been subjected to varying amounts of cruelty throughout high school. I punched him in the head, which knocked him down. I then jumped on top of him and proceeded to ram his head over and over into the floor (it was carpeted, but gave him some interesting bruises and carpet burns.) He passed out and I fled the scene, sure I had killed him and the cops would be coming to put me away.
The guy’s sister was a varsity cheerleader and the next Monday at school she came up to me and said “I hear you beat the shit out of my brother Jack.” I agreed and clenched my fists, ready for another showdown. Instead of the expected she said “Well, thank you. He’s such a little asshole and really deserved it!”
I also ended up working with the guy the following summer. We became fast friends.
I was harassed a lot in high school, and one of the key players was a snotty little shithead who was part of an ‘acellerated learning’ class, that had been put up after grade 8 straight into grade 10. He thought he was hot shit and so smart because of it (never mind I’d skipped up when I was in primary school, so was the same age as this asshat). But anyway. One day I’d left school, had gone home and headed out to Salisbury to do the grocery shopping for mum. This all took me about an hour or so, and somehow I ran into him at the interchange. I kept away from him as best I could, but our buses ran from the same stop, so he was only a few metres away, and kept mouthing off at me. It was a bad day, and I’d had enough so I launched over at him, grabbed him around the throat with one hand and started punching him with the other. Eventually the ticket seller for the trains came over and broke us up. I ended up with a skinned knuckle, he ended up with broken glasses, a bloody mouth and bruising on his neck that lasted for about a week or so.
Like NinjaChick, after that I found that people who were harassing me at school were not so mouthy for a while. Which was ultimately cool.
I was eighteen the last real fight I was in; I got off work on a Saturday night, walked out in the parking lot and was jumped by three guys. It was a classic case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time; I didn’t know any of them. I really shouldn’t call it a fight because I got in only a few punches—they got in a bunch of punches and several kicks before the fight was broken up by some bystanders.
As a kid, I was the short bookish weirdo, so I got harrassed all the time. I was also very, very hot tempered and quick to reach for a weapon, so I had a bunch of skirmishes, instead of fights-to-the-finish. For example :
Boy shoves or kicks me from behind, I snatch up the nearest one of those plastic and aluminum chairs and take a swing at him.
Boy behind me shoots a spitwad at my neck, I get up and kick his leg hard enough to get blood on his white pants.
Girl walks up to me and kicks me in the crotch, then walks away before I recover.
Boy and two friends walk up to me on my way home and threaten me, I pull out a padlock on string and whip it just in front of his face; they back down.
Boy and friends surround me, he shoves me. I jump on his chest, he falls over and I try to throat punch him. Fortunately I just clipped his neck. He backs down and I leave.
As an adult, I’ve been only in a fight once and it wasn’t much. Two guys walk up to me and one hits me for no apparent reason, knocking me down; they run off when someone yells at them.
