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

[wutamess]

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.

[Brando]

My brother threw a lamp at my head when he found out that I was boning his ex. I gave him a head butt and a bloody broken nose.
That must have been about 5 years ago.

[Coach]

I believe the only time I got into a fight was when I was a Senior in high school. There was a freshman kid (his name was Sam) who was suffering partal visual blindness and was deaf. I became good friends with him since middle school becuase he knew my younger brother, who is also deaf might I add.

Well one day in Oct. I was just walking down the hall with my best buddy, and I came across to the freshman hall, and I see one of the Senior that was making fun of Sam and was basically degrading him becucase of his disabilities. I stepped in between them, and I told the Senior to back off and leave him alone, or you'll deal with me.

He started laughing away at me, and at this point, I'm thinking to myself that I know this assclown will try to make a sudden movement, so I was prepared for it. Eventually he did try to take a sudden swing aiming at my head, but since I was prepared for it, I ducked in time, and punched him at his stomach. He bent down to his stomach, as what a normal person would in reaction of being punked in the stomach, and I gave him a vicious uppercut right between his eye and his jaw. He was out cold.

There were a few people around us and my best buddy, who was with me, was yelling "Down goes Fraiser! Down goes Fraiser!" Nobody bothered Sam ever since.

[InChiefsHeaven]

Originally Posted by Brando

My brother threw a lamp at my head when he found out that I was boning his ex. I gave him a head butt and a bloody broken nose.
That must have been about 5 years ago.

Well, she was his ex at the time right? WTF, he was probably just trying to knock some sense into your head...

[wutamess]

Originally Posted by Brando

My brother threw a lamp at my head when he found out that I was boning his ex. I gave him a head butt and a bloody broken nose.
That must have been about 5 years ago.

That's just wrong.
Are you guys close?

[Radar Chief]

Originally Posted by Brando

My brother threw a lamp at my head when he found out that I was boning his ex. I gave him a head butt and a bloody broken nose.
That must have been about 5 years ago.

You guys fell into her trap. She was more than likely bone’n you to pizz your brother off. Sounds like it worked.

[MOhillbilly]

wHO tf knows about the last fight , I
wanna win so they aint funny.

[ROYC75]

OK, this is a long one and this wasn't my last tango, but it was my 1st as a cop without any backup.

It was 1983, LaCygne,Ks, I was home that evening before duty. Since I was the only cop in town with 1 ( Jeff ) backup reserve cop available, I got a call from the sheriffs office of a disturbance. It's about 6:00 pm and the reserve cop is home so I have him come right over.

The call, a local guy named Gene Trinkle, ( 6'6" 285# and mean as a snake @ 63 yrs old ) who has been the giant in town for 45 years that all the local and sherriff's officers feared, along with towns people. He was drunk at the local tavern, destroying the place.

The sheriff's department advised backup was enroute, but it would take 30 - 40 minutes to get there, for me to wait, it has always taken 3 to 4 men to take this guy in.

The owner of the local tavern called me and said he has hit a few people and threw a chair at the glass behind the bar. At that time, I left to the scene not waiting for backup, just my 135# reserve cop at my side. At the time, I'm 25 yrs old,6'4" 225 # and solid, still active in physical workouts.

I get there and the place was ramsacked, he had destroyed the place, sitting down drinking beer that he had not paid for and selectively took from the bar.

Never ever meeting this guy ( as I was on the job for only 2 weeks ) he was the only guy in the tavern. I said, Gene, would please come with me outside, the owners request that you leave. He looked at me and started to laugh. Who's taking me in, you and that sawed off tooth pick you have with ya. ( Be advised the reserve cop was a stickboy, a real to life rainman ). I advised him that if I must take him out, I would do so.

He laughed and said " fuck You Pig " then threw his can of beer at me , charging like an animal. I stand there and waited till he got to me, moved just in time to see him hit the wall, head first. I'm thinking, Ouch, that's gotta hurt...... NO WAY.....It pissed him off.

Here he comes back, we tango, crashing into tables, chairs, etc. I finally get him in a hammer lock as we were standing.... the reserve cop was just in the way, probally by design and desire for that matter.

The hammer lock even pissed him off more, he took off running with me behind him , hammer lock secured towards the front door. Yep, thru the front door we go, which at that time was only an aluminun glass and screen door. I had parked the patrol car right in front of the door of the tavern. We stopped at the patrol car, due to both of us crashing into it
front bumper, head and shoulder first. At this same damn time, I thinking this basturd is so drunk, he doesn't feel any pain and I feel like I have tangoed with King Kong and Godzilla rolled into one.

For some reason, at that time, I'm not sure if he had given up or was physically drained. Whatever the reason was, I was whopped, I hurt like hell, pissed off I had to wrestle this animal, I got one hand cuffed.

As I cuffed the other hand and took him to the car I could hear the backup coming. I looked up and was wondering where Jeff was ( the reserve cop ), he was inside laid out. 3 backup units got to me with 5 minutes apart, all were shaking there heads that he was cuffed and in the car. All wondered why I didn't wait until finding out some people were hurt after the dispatching of units. Booked him into the county jail and went home with some soreness, it didn't feel to bad , or so I thought.

The next 3 weeks I had to pay a daily visit to the Chiropractor. I had more damn pinched nerves in my back, neck, I could hardly move.

I saw this same animal about a month later, he came up to me and apologised and told me it would never happen again because not only was I the 1st to take him in ever, he was too old for this shit.

I politely told him it will never happen again either, next time I will take my gun and shoot your ass.

Moral of this story..... Never under estimate the ability of old men.

[HC_Chief]

Heh, hammer lock.

My buddy Paul got into a fight with some big dude in a Topeka pool-hall. Paul's a medium-build guy... 5'10", 160#. Dude he was fighting was at least 6'4", 230+. Choke hold... big dude thrashed around a bit, but after a few seconds, dropped to his knees and tapped-out.

Doesn't matter how big/bad you are - if you can't breathe, you can't win.

[ROYC75]

I was still green as a cop with no basic training at that time. Most small town departments you work a full year, some 6 months before they send you to school. They don't want to pay the expense if they aren't going to keep you around.

[wutamess]

Originally Posted by TheNextStep

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.

Konrad Bell?

[RedNFeisty]

The last fight I was in that did not involve Clint was on our first date. I know he should have gotten the hint that night!!

I had the hot’s for this guy and my roommate ends up tagging him. The fact that she ****ed him didn’t bother me, what did was the fact that she had lied to me about it. I am not the type to generally chase a person, never was, always figured if they liked what they saw they could come and make the first gesture, yes, I am a stuck up bitch like that. Therefore, my friends generally ended up with the ones I pointed out.

Anyway, my roommate spent the night at the guy’s house and I questioned her about it when she got home the next morning. That night we were all at the bar (first date with Clint), I asked her again if she did, she should have known by this point I knew, again, she lied to me. I can be a really bad drunk when I get pissed off, like most violent people. Words started in the bar and we ended up outside. Her head ended up smashing out three windows on our other girlfriends van. I have tried starting other fights, but I sound like a psycho and girls generally run from me, unless they are drunk and those are not usually fights, like the chick that took a spill off the rail dancing in front of me and Clint, that wasn’t a fight. That was me pushing her and her face hitting the ground!

[Mile High Mania]

Back in 1990, a few buddies of mine from high school and college met up in Little Rock, AR and went to a few bars with some female friends of ours. We were all sophomores in college and none of the girls were our dates, just a bunch of friends hanging out.

Anyway, we found ourselves at this nice (sarcasm) country bar called the Wrangler. Well, me and my buddies were all drinking beer and having a great time. The girls were being typical college girls (all nice looking) and having no issues accepting free drinks from the cowboys (ie- rednecks) at the bar.

Well, close to 1am, it was time to go. So, we're heading out and the rednecks are obviously wanting to take the girls, whom they'd spent cash on the previous few hours, home for the night. The girls were having none of that and were now clinging to us.

We didn't think much of it, hell I didn't think these yahoos really wanted to start anything. So, two of my buddies left prior to us, about 10 minutes. There were a couple of the rednecks standing outside and they proceeded to give my buddies some shit, but they walked away and as they drove away... my buddies were kind enough to shout a few choice words. Brave souls as they were racing down the road.

So, flash back to me and my 1 drunken buddy standing in the bar with 4 loopy girls. At this time, there were roughly 5 drunken rednecks that were a) pissed they spent money on these girls who were not going home with them and b) rather upset that my not so brave friends shouted obscenities at them as they drove off.

So, I'm 6'2 and about 200 lbs at the time... my friend is about 5'10 and 150 and normally the most quiet and nice guy you'd ever meet. I'm the loudmouth that would most likely start something with a wise crack.

Two girls grab me by each arm and say "now, don't smart off, let's just leave... these guys are mad... blah blah blah". I'm drunk, but smart enough to realize I'm out numbered. So, I keep quiet as we're walking out the door. I hear words being exchanged behind me and the only words that stood out were "...I bet I could kick all 4 of your asses...".

Somewhat stunned at what my li'l drunken buddy has uttered, I look at one of the girls and said "WTF did he say?". As I stop and turn around to get my buddy in line and hopefully shut him up, I'm sucker punched square in the right eye. I didn't fall, but I spun around and grabbed the stair railing. I'd never been nailed like that in my life, so I was stunned and as I stared at the ground, I focused on a rock as everything went black (except for the rock). I was disoriented and I heard fighting and the girls screaming.

I shook it off and turned around as I knocked around a couple of the yahoos, the bouncer came running out and broke it up.

At this point, my eye is pounding and I'm pissed at my buddy. I see him about 50 yards away walking in the parking lot. I yell at him and he turns around, face full of blood, points at his nose and says calmly "Is it supposed to look like this?"

Well, we're freaked out b/c he obviously needs to go to the ER and we're under age... oh, and everyone is blitzed.

Bottom line, once the rednecks had me out of the way... they knocked my buddy down and kicked him twice in the face with a boot, cracking his jaw in two places. He had to have it wired shut for a month, couldn't talk and ate through a straw.

Once word of this got around our hometown, it quickly grew to ME being the one that started it b/c my buddy would never do anything to start a fight. Auuughhh, that was so fun. His mom had to pick him up from the ER at 6am and that was just a fun thing to explain.

Happy days... I think the entire event took about 12 seconds to unfold. I never even saw the guy punch me, he cleanly caught me just as I was turning around. Damn that hurt.

There's no telling what would have happened had they not taken me out early, we likely would have had our asses handed to us, but damn...

[chiefs4me]

I thought you meant recent...I just had one with my other half...

[Hammock Parties]

Originally Posted by chiefs4me

I thought you meant recent...I just had one with my other half...

I bet you throw a mean right hook.

[RedNFeisty]

Originally Posted by chiefs4me

I thought you meant recent...I just had one with my other half...

! I took that to mean your hubby! To funny!

So, which side won? The right or left!?!