Spinoff: What was the last fight you had? Details please!!!
 

If your last fight wasn't as entertaining, then please share your most entertaining fight.

Mine would have to be in eighth grade...

My best friend at the time would relay messages back and forth to this guy I was having problems with (basically my best friend was instigating). Anyhow, (I'm an artist) I drew a really artistic middle finger and gave it to my best friend which in turn gave it to the guy.

So after class the guy confronts me about the picture I drew and starts to push me. I immediately start swinging for the face and got a couple of good quick shots in while he was actually trying to choke me. So after (what seemed like an eternity) about 5-6 seconds we actually start exchanging blows and everyone is around in a frenzy.

I quickly found that fighting wears you down faster than Phobia's aunt after a few martini's. By the 15-20 second mark I was tired as hell and basically gave up. By that time the guy seemed to be gaining strength and got a couple of good shots in before the teacher broke it up.

The funny part is, I was so damn happy the fight was over people was asking me why was I smiling when the teacher's broke up the fight on the way to teh principals office.

Anyhow, in my mind, I won round 1 and we split the second round and he won round 3. But considering that the "on-lookers" started gathering in the middle to last round, it was a unanimous decision that I'd lost the fight.

Moral of the story: Don't get caught in the hype of letting "friends" cash a check that your fists can't handle.

~ The good 'ol days.

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This morning someone told me Carl Peterson just received a four year contract extension. I couldn't help myself and popped the guy in the jaw.

I've never fought anyone. I'm assuming I struck fear in many a would-be foe.

Something to do with " make love not war " scares most of your men away ?

Imagine that !

I'm give off the "not gay" vibe in person, actually.

I wasn't a fighter, but the funniest fight I saw in HS was these too guys beefing. The 'cool' teacher saw the fight and rushed to break it up. Unfortunately, his method for breaking it up was grabbing one of the guys' arms, in an attempt to pull the guy away from the fray. But the other guy was too fast. Now that one guy was defenseless, the other guy got a perfect jaw shot in, all courtesy of the authority figure on scene.

Come to think of it, one of the few 'fights' I got into was a primer in the triumph of non-violence. A total loser, burnout, head case got it into his head that I looked at him wrong in class and decided to beef with me after class. He struts up to me at my locker, starts the whole "WTF are you staring at" schtick. And I just said, I'm not gonna fight you [at that time I was still more scared of my mom if I got suspended than any bully]. So he hauled off and wailed on my jaw. No response from me. So he hauled off again. No response. The amazing thing is, he then looked me in the eye, looked at the ground, and WALKED AWAY. Even though I heard his buddies teasing him about hitting like a mosquito or some shit, he never addressed me again.

My last fight was at the very end of my 9th grade year. This guy named Brian beat up my older brother (Though nearly two years younger, I've always been sort of in the "big brother" role... strange, I know) for no apparent reason. This was on a Friday night so, Saturday, I mentioned to a couple of other guys that I was looking for the guy. Most people were pretty surprised because Brian was an offensive lineman on our school's football team and I was a skinny kid. Our school was small, mind you, so it wasn't like Brian was one of these goliaths you see nowadays... but, still, he was considerably bigger and stronger than I was. Anyway, Saturday comes and goes. On Sunday, I'm walking around with my buddy Konrad, who was among the bigger "badasses" in school when I see Brian walking up to me with Joe, another of the bigger badasses.

"I heard your looking for me?"
"yep"

We exchange some words and both throw our jackets on the ground and get ready to go at it when Konrad and Joe jumped in because we were in military base housing and if we got into a fight, there was a chance that the base commander could throw us out of base housing. The two of them basically got in between us and told us that we were taking it out to a field... so we did.

Truthfully, that was the best damned thing that could have happened because I was scared shitless and didn't really know much about fighting, particularly against a big dude. So, as we're walking out to the field, Konrad is giving me pointers the whole way... "Okay, he's bigger than you so this is how you want to fight him..." As we start getting closer to the field, Konrad hurries up to go talk to Brian, who was about 50 feet ahead of me. I'm thinking, "Damn, is he going to give Brian pointers, too? What the f***?" Turns out, he was just letting Joe drop back to talk to me. Joe says, "Man, I'm only hanging out with this guy because our parents are friends. Kick his ass." and then he started giving me pointers too.

We get out to the field and we probably circled for 10 minutes, neither one throwing a punch... and then I saw one of his arms drop and I jumped in on him and broke his nose. Suddenly, I wasn't scared anymore. The fight turned out to be pretty one-sided because the guy was just slow as hell. Basically, my whole game-plan was to backpeddle for a while, get him to chase me, then plant my back foot and fire off a couple of shots... and then start backpeddling some more.

It worked. Broke his nose and gave him a fat lip. He didn't show up for school on Monday and, since word got around that I'd beat up this big lineman, I never had to fight again.

The last fight I got into, a friend that was sitting on the side watching got charges pressed against him.
The girlfriend of the guy I was scrap’n started jumping up and down screaming that my friend had beat her when the cops arrived.
Of course it was BS, my friend was a weight lifter and if he’d beat on her she’d still be wearing the scares, but none of that kept him from having to dish out several thousand $$$ for a lawyer to get him out of it.
That was just after I got back home from the Germany and I haven’t been in a real fight since. Litigation just kinda saps the fun right out of it.

Last fight I was in was with my room-mate. Unfortunately I couldn't get too many good shots in on him as I kept getting pulled off of him by people evey time I'd move in for the kill ;)

He swung at me - missed, but knicked my cheek with a nai (I assume it was his thumbnail as his hand was balled in a fist), which bled a little bit. This sent me into berzerker mode... but my gf and his gf both jumped on my back to keep me from killing him. The look on my face must have been pretty intense because he backed away rather quickly.

Next little scrap I'm downstairs carrying my shit upstairs and he tries to close on me. Bad idea - I'm a pretty good wrestler... took him down instantly. I had my left arm around his throat, chest on his neck, and started wailing on his ribcage and kidneys with my right. That lasted all of five seconds however, as his cousin - who was a friend of mine - got me in a strangle-hold to pull me off. Again, roomie backed off quickly.

What sucked about the whole fracass is I never really got to land any solid punches; of course, neither did he, but I got a tiny scrape on my cheek and rugburns on my legs from when I took him down. So <i>I</i> came out of it w/ more damage than he did... and that pissed me off, as I would have easily kicked the living shit out of him if he weren't bailed-out every damn time I tried.

The next day he was talking all kinds of shit at work... until I showed up and invited him to step into the parking lot to continue where we had left off. This time, with no one there to save his ass. He wisely chose to back down. He quit later that week. :D

What the **** is wrong with you people? Can't afford firearms?

win or lose, it always seems to hurt.
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hehe, definitely does afterwards, that's for sure.
Broke my hand on a dude's jaw once. That sucked much ass. Damn hand swelled like a balloon. Worst part was getting it set... t was a greenstick fracture - they injected the topical directly into the fracture itself... hurt like a mofo. Then I wore a cast w/ a long metal splint projecting from it, to keep my fingers straight, for a month.