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When was the last time you had a fight?
How many fights have you ever had?
I thought about doing this but then remembered what website I was on
one in secondary school over sitting in someone's seat
one attacked in the street (not really a fight, just smacked in the face by a gang of lads at about 3 in the morning)
lots of fighting with my brother - but im not sure that counts really
i'm not a big lad really - not built for fighting
had a wrestle on the floor with my housemate at a party that got a little out of control, started as a playfight but we both got well into it, kept going until we were both just exhausted, had marks all over me the next morning
with about 20 kids in Southampton, ages 11-16 I reckon. It was bizzarre. Came at a group of 5 us (3 guys, 2 girls). They had chains, smashing bust stops and signs as they approached. Broke my friend's nose. Was a bit weird stamping a couple of kids into the ground, but they would not fuck off. It all happened in the middle of the road, cars were tryign to get through, slowly edging their way through the melee - but not actually stopping to help or do anything at all.
Very weird, quite disturbing how persistent they were. That's Southampton for you.
Before then - So many fights in my teenage years. SO so many.
Not entirely sure what happened but there was a fair bit of squaring up. Think we were playing nutmeg and I had received a punch on my arm from Conor (with the wind resistant ears) even though the conker had not gone through my legs.
I think I threw the first punch and it smacked him right on the jawline. Absolutely godsend of a punch. He didn't go down but the aim was absolutely exquisite. I was too busy admiring my own handiwork to realise Conor had hit me four times round the head and I fell over the fence.
Even though I got pummelled I still remember that punch and I think that's more important.
but they were oddly fascinating in school. The buildup, following people round, swarms of kids. The first one I saw was properly brutal, I never saw anyone with a fucked up face like that before.
at school it mostly seemed like they were mostly fairly playful scuffles rather than people actually trying to hurt each other. The last fight (that wasn't jiujitsu or MMA) that I can remember was probably some scuffle at school where one of the popular chaps at school started pushing me and a friend around so I jumped up, got him in a headlock and we both fell into an untidy heap.
Have you had a mma fight yet?
I'd consider taking an amateur fight but I don't really think my trainings up to par yet.
My first one, I went into it with a solid-ish boxing background, 6months of bjj, and a few lessons of muy Thai. Luckily the guy I was against was also similarly inexperienced.
First 30s we didn't even engage. Then I threw a huge front kick and it hit him in the chest, I looked into his eyes and he looked like a deer in the headlights. Literally just bulldozed him over, fell in mount and just g'n p'd like my life dependend on it. Ref stepped in and it was all over after minute.
Funny thing is, if he tried abd landed a horrible, poor technique front kick before me, I'm sure he would've looked into my eyes, seen how much I was shutting myself and been able to maul me...
'What fackin' tool?'
And my housemate dressed in tesco bags whilst another mate filmed us...
Loads, my mouth usually get me into trouble.
non physical? I'm in anywhere between 6 and 100 of these at any one time.
Some 'nearly' fights, the kind that would be just us threatening to beat each other up with the hopes the teachers would break it up.
One with a friend in the BRUTAL STREETS of Mafeking Road
I won 2 lost 1
I don't think I've had a fight since then, a couple of close calls which lead to one party walking away. But I'm not the violent type.
we fought for a bit and then sat in silence for the rest of the journey home, remember it being really awkward. we were probably 2 of the puniest kids in the year at that point so everyone must've been laughing at us
think i just kept booting him in the shin
Turned a bit rough, ended up with what turned out to be a broken rib and couldnt walk for 2 days. I dont think I landed a punch.
I guess I'm just that intimidating to other people.
Bloke racially abused the driver, I offered him out, he bottled it so i threw him off.
Not because i'm too worried about taking a kicking, but because i'm relatively big. Not massive or anything, but a shade over 6 foot, over 16 stone etc, and I worry that if I hit someone in the face as hard as I could in an act of aggression I could probably hurt them quite badly. I'd feel awful about it and would probably just end up apologising profusely.
I just don't think I have it in me to want to really hurt someone. If someone's mouthing off I don't want to hit them, I just want them to go away so I can get on with whatever i'm doing.
I've been hit by a massive guy who didn't have his feet and weight transfer right and not wobbled and dropped on my arse by a short skinny guy who had skills
do you want a fight about it?
I got beats by TWO people at the same time. Nice.
Anyway, the best thing in fights is when someone calls someone else a name that's an musing comparison.
For example, "come on then hugh grant" (to someone foppish) or "fuck off Andy Crane" (my mate said to someone in a pre-fight party situation who looked like Andy Crane).
Adds a nice bit of flavour to proceedings.
Back piece of a wisdom tooth knocked out by a cretin kneeing me in the head, that was nice.
Can still hold my own though. I'm only 5'10, 10 and a half stone but I've nutted people well over 6 foot before. I sound like a thug. A lot of my friends took up boxing as a hobby, cannot be arsed with that.
(bit fatter these days).
Tell me how to be a harder. I've heard the best way to nut people is to do it at the point where you'd have horns coming out of the forehead. That bit, is it true?
Fighting scares me.
And yeah there's hard skull that doesn't have a lot of feeling in that area just below the hairline. So just use that and aim for the assailant's nose with effort, as if a particularly heavy section of music you love just kicked in! It's depressing it ever has to come to that tbh.
even though i was the youngest and the smallest, they always seemed to come out worse off. i'm deceptively strong. punched a guy in the face for threatening my friend. then ran away. i hope i'll never have to but i reckon i could kick the shit out of someone.
had the shit kicked out of me by four 'townies' once back when I was a 'skater'. Not really a fight because I just took the beating as I figured I'd only make it worse
couple of scraps at school. Only one serious one after someone made a comment about my Dad not long after my parents got divorced. I snapped and when they were routing around their old school desk 5 minutes or so later, I grabbed and slammed the lid on his head and then when he hit the floor I just sat on top of him and punched him a lot. Pretty much the only time I have ever lost it.
Once at uni I was followed back home by a drunk guy who was being abusive for various reasons. I confronted him eventually where he swung at me but quite drunkenly, so I just dodged it and pushed him over and he fell to the ground. Looked like he broke his wrist so I pegged it then when I was a little way away I called him an ambulance.
I moved school when I was about 13, because I didn't like being at a single sex one. When I was at the boys school, I was constantly in fights, and used to get the red mist decending, then before I knew it, I was in an epic fight with someone who probably didn't deserve it and usually lost.
Anyway, the MIXED school was very different. The presence of girls seemed to keep everything a bit calmer, but I wasn't used to this, and no-one had seen hulky-moousee there before.
I was queing for a sausage barm one day on my break. I was nearing the front of the line and was really looking forward to the tasty treat when I felt a tug on my collar. It was fairly hard, and I staggered back, almost losing my place in the queue. I marched forwards then glared back, and noticed the smiling, mocking, ugly twat face of a massive lad from the year below. I said 'don't', and left it at that. About 20 seconds lapsed, and it happened again. I don't remember much after picking up my tray. I do know that when I came to my senses there was a cracked tray on the floor, and this guy was still being pummelled by my fists of fury. He was crying, bleeding from just above the eye, and the nose, and I had forced him to sit on the tray of cutlery in my charge of anger. I had a fat lip. He must have been a foot taller than me and quite a lot heavier.
I got in a fair amount of trouble, and pretty much everyone who was there gave me a 'what the fuck?!?!' look. Although I realised that what I had done was over the top in the new school, no-one EVER fucked with me again there. It was some time before a few people actually SPOKE to me, but there weren't any other fights after that. Meaning that I grew up into the pussy and shit fighter that I am today.