The Fist Fight Poll
 

Tell us about the last fight you got in....or a memorable one. These kind of stories are always so telling. Why did you fight? Did you win? What did it cost you? Would you do it again?

Never been in a fist fight. That would've made it onto my permanent record

ut, if you can fix that, please add one choice for '10 + years. if he can't just write it in folks.

dammit. i hate it when i fuck up. i cant even vote on my own poll.

Last Good ass whopping I administered was in Iceland , I beat a dude UP 3-4 flights of stairs . He needed WHOOPEN !!!

my last actual fight was on my 12th birthday. since then, I've been either too big, or too reasonable for people to swing at.


Watching Fight Club made me want to brawl a little. And I'd play tackle football tomorrow if I could.....but at 37 yrs old I don't like falling down all that much anymore.

Over 10 yrs for me.

We were drunk, at a nite club, the chick was a slapper who threw a punch at my boyfriend at the time, and he wouldnt retaliate ....so I did.

I've also decked a guy who keyed my car and another who was drunk and tormenting a cat.

Im such a lady.

I have only ever had minor scuffles with my siblings.
But I have fights in my dreams all the time. Really violent ones where I worry I am about to kill someone - usually at the point where I am slamming their head repeatedly against the floor.

Perhaps I should have had more real fights.

I'm not the type who tries to pick up fights, but once by accident 6-7 years ago I was in one. Wasn't much of a fight, more me and a friend being beaten up by a kid on speed or something. I learned the valuable lesson that unless you're prepared to kill and maim, don't try to break up a fight.

After age 14 I declared an allergy to physical violence. I will never use force to achieve political or social goals.

Yeah, that's cool, but what about the last one you TOOK?

:stickpoke

never. i prefer to emotionally cripple my victims...after all, it's what I learned at home!

:D
About 3 1/2 to 4 years?
I didn't start it but I finally won. It was a situation where I wouldn't have gotten anywhere calling the police or filing charges (lack of real tangible evidence). I also decided to let the punishment suit the crime. It was self-empowering...good stuff.


I wonder why people never get the moral to the story regarding Fight Club? I had an ex that had the same response, and I know these guys are reading or watching to the end...
:p

Is it a fight, if you just knock them out?

(scoff) fist fight? moi?

It was a couple months ago and I wrote about it somewhere else in the cellar. Drunk domestic abuser giving me and lil lookout shit at the soccer club. Beat the piss out of him in my knee jerk reactionary way. Not the proudest moment.

Before that, 2000. Coming out of a bar after a Phoenix Sun's game I witnessed a jackoff run his key from bumper to bumper on my new truck. Was still punching him in the face when the cops got there and congratulated me on my citizen's arrest.

Before that, the 12th grade. Beat the crap out of my best friend in front of the principal's office. He slapped his girlfriend in the face again after I scolded him for slapping her. I left him in a sobbing heap and went directly to the principal's office where they just laughed as they gave me my detention.

Mine was HS, the only one I remember:

Ho by lockers. Ho called me ho (which, looking back was projection on her part, as she entertained entire sports teams at one time.) Me ho slammed her ho head into the locker. Then I got on the bus for home. ;)

Dad loved it!

HO!
No! No! I meant OH as in ohio!
:D

lol! Funny story!

There's a song in there somewhere: OH HO from OH HI-OH

Little tears squeezed out of my eyes at that Shawnee
That and the crow/ calico riff will be going round my head all week now!

Reminds me of this one by the Flaming Lips. Fight Test!!
:)
I love this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKDZ6yubitM

I used to fight a bit with my siblings, but never to really hurt them. That's about it. I've never been in a real fight.

My personal theme song is the Ballad of Brave Sir Robin.

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Originally Posted by zippyt View Post
Last Good ass whopping I administered was in Iceland

Yeah, that's cool, but what about the last one you TOOK?



4 Big black guys on Martin Luther Kings Birthday in 87 ,
with chains with locks and blots on the end of them ,
They just wanted to whip a white boys ass ,
they did ,
42 stiches across my head ,
But I put One of them down ,
then the lights went out .

As I was being Hauled away in the ambulance I started singing
" IIIIT'S a BEAUTIFUL day in the Neibor HOOD ,
a Beautiful day for a Neibor ,
would ya Be MINE ,
Could Ya be Mine !!!!"
Needless to say they started examining me for a concussion

Unless ya couldn't tell I got beat down in my own Neibor HOOD ,
I moved Shortly after this .

The last fight I was in was just north of Muqdidiya, Iraq in 2004. That probably doesn't count on this thread though. Haven't been in a fist fight since the 80's. I had to give that stuff up. I hate getting hit. I just never figured out how to not get hit by the other guy. I suppose I have about a 50/50 record. Coincidentally, I haven't been threatened with violence, not related to my job, since I quit drinking in '91.

Good work on the booze thing .joe.

In 5th grade after several warnings I thrashed my best friend, a 6th grader, for continuing to pick on one of my classmates who was a pretty soft kid. We didn't hang after that... ever.

Rugby pitch in 91 or 92. Dude sucker punched me so I head butted him and split his head open about 6 inches and sent him to the hospital. I finished the game. The head butt has always been a special weapon for me.

My last fistfight was in 8th grade...for some reason, this classmate of mine just started shit with me and we scrapped. I didn't exactly get a beatdown, but I definitely didn't win.

If I had to defend myself now, I think I could. I'd rather not have to go there, though...fortunately, I haven't had to in 20 years.

Have had a few scary near-fight situations, usually involving BNP activists...but the last full on fist fight I had was a sprawling brawl in the middle of a fourth year art class. The bitch had bullied me and made my life hell for two years. Stepped over the line when she slapped my best friend across the back of her head whilst she and I were sat working on clay models. I just kind of..spun off my stool and laid into her. The teacher tried somewhat ineffectually to break us up but by this time I had her down on the floor and was swinging for another punch....ended up hitting back and belting the teacher (accidentally).

We got sent to the deputy head's office. He was clearly having to contain his smirk when he put me on report, he knew she'd been baiting me for a long time.
As we were marched off to his office, she kept whining about how I'd broken her necklace....well, it was a thin metal chain and it had snapped so satisfyingly :P Bitch never bothered me again. Added bonus was that she was considered a hardcase in school.....logic dictated that since i had beaten her, and she was a hardcase, then I must perforce be .... a hardcase. Finished the last year and a half of my schooling without a single bullying incident.




[eta] actually, there have been a couple more fights since then, but that was the biggest and most impactful. Me, my ex, his brother and his brother's gal got into a nasty street brawl with a gang of lads about 12 years ago....but that didnt stay with me as clear as the art class scrap.

I've had tons of fights. I am usually interevening on the behalf of others, however. And it's usually guys.

Once I intervened on the behalf of some girl I didn't know but she was stabbed in the parking lot after I let the guy go. She thanked me for it about a year later. Too bad I let him go. He seemed calm when I let him get up...but I guess not. I also had to hand him off to security, that being their job, but I guess he just waited for her to leave in the parking lot after they escorted him out of the building. I didn't know he had a knife. I'm lucky......I guess.

Drunken bar brawl in Palma DeMallorca, Spain in 1988.
Four drunken Marines with pool cues and about a hundred sailors.
Fit for a movie scene, I tell ya!

Last one was too easy, two skinheads near Ben Franklin Hospital cornered me in an alley. They wanted my motorcycle. They got the security chain.

The one where some "Radio Rambo" chased me down to a fuel island (I forget where) and came after me with a short club went nowhere as I simply pulled the nozzle from the tank and hit him in the face with the diesel (at 30 gallons per minute), then whipped out my trusty Zippo and told him to get back in his truck and never cross my path again. He did.

Do I qualify as a badass now?

Brian

It's a shame it's getting so expensive to immolate someone these days. :haha:

Four drunken Marines with pool cues and about a hundred sailors.

So who won Brian ???

I have people who do that for me.;)

The last time I was in a fist fight I was evenly matched w/ my best friend and we just beat the piss out of each other on a hot summer day for no reason at all. Except perhaps the newness of testosterone, we were about 5th or 6th grade IIRC.

An adult came by and asked us why we were fighting. Sheepishly we admitted we didn't know. He then took the two of us and the assembled horde to the corner and bought us all italian ices.

Of course to paraphrase Jimmy Carter: I have beaten the shit out of other people in my heart, just the other day in fact...

how come my green light ain't green?

you must be in 'invisible mode'



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