Or jumped why you were minding your own?
I was coming from an event one night with my ex girl and 5 guys started following us and attacked. I train in mma and it just kicked in. Fought off some of the guys but they ran off with her purse. Very traumatic night for her. I thought of it daily and I now I have all but seem to have forgotten.
Anyone with stories like this?
I have not had to use my training yet at this juncture in my life, had two close calls, but they were diffused without any physical conflict. 
My daughter was kidnapped and sold into the sex trade once. I used my particular set of mma skills to get her back.
Stackdoe - My daughter was kidnapped and sold into the sex trade once. I used my particular set of mma skills to get her back.
You, sir, get my daily VTFU.
I thought thread title read: MMA Tranny
Lol 
10 years ago I used to train at State Street Boxing in Santa Barbara.
After training one evening, I crossed the street to the parking lot where I'd left my car. 2 homeless-looking dudes were sitting on the corner. I would have to pass by them to get to my car.
"Hey, can I have a dollar?" one of them asked as I came within 20 feet of them.
I just ignored him, kept walking.
"Hey!"
I just ignored him, kept walking past. We were maybe 12 feet apart now.
"HEY!!!"
The bum sprang to his feet and rushed me. It was a literal bum-rush.
Now, this is the part of the story where most dudes would tell you how their years of training had prepared them for this very moment, and that the ice water running through their veins allowed them to remain calm, take control of the situation, and walk away swinging their dick.
This is not that story.
Seeing that dude rushing at me scared the fuck out of me. Look at his eyes! Is he dusted? Look at his hands! Does he have a gun? A shank? Look at his friend! Does he look like he's going to jump in too? Look around! If I go down, is there anyone on the street to witness it or call 911?
I frantically tried to evaluate 20 different variables in a second, all with one over-riding mental directive: get home alive.
Although I was under no mental illusions of badassery and my nerves were most definitely not calm, my training did kick in. As the bum rushed in, I dropped my gym bag, pivoted as best I could given the timing, and threw and overhand right at his sternum.
As scared as I was, this may have been the hardest punch I ever threw.
I felt the shockwave of the impact vibrate back down my arm, felt his sternum compress, watched him crumple. He reacted like he'd been cut in half.
He looked up at me from the concrete, stunned.
His friend looked at me from 10 feet away, mouth agape, also stunned.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING GET UP!" I screamed at the guy on the ground.
"AND YOU STAY RIGHT. THE. FUCK. WHERE YOU ARE!" I screamed at the guy on the corner. I was hoping that by going a little overboard I might be able to discourage them from taking another run at me.
I picked up my gym bag with trembling hands, made my way to my car while trying to keep the two bums in my peripheral vision, and bailed.
My hands shook the entire 30-minute drive home. But fuck it, I made it home.
never attacked but acted very STUPID once when a "tough guy" stepped out of his car after i gave him shit for cutting me off (immature, i know)
my fight or flight decision making kicked in full force for about 2 seconds.........a part of me wanted to be smart and de-escalate, another part of me wanted to save my pride.........i was shocked, nervous, scared, pumped, all at once so i immediately stepped out of my car
i did not approach him and stayed by my car door about 30 feet away from the guy..... but i literally took a soft fighting stance and put my fists up and yelled sternly, "DO NOT come anywhere near me ! DO NOT come anywhere near me! Or i'll fucking defend myself!"
luckily the dude must have gotten "shook" and got back in his car not looking for any real trouble
as dumb as i was for getting involved in some road rage, i had enough wits about me to know NOT to get close to the guy and risk getting cheap shotted, stabbed, shot
i knew to stay at a safe enough distance and verbalize that i wasnt looking for a fight but that i was prepared to attack if attacked
i guess my training did kinda work in that way
yes but thankfully my TMA drills kicked in and the ones that didnt run first got hurt worse than i did. i am thankful to have survived, dont know thier intentions, but when fools pop-up outta nowhere, its scary.
thanks kajukembo
One day after getting kicked out of 365 combat club three guys in a yellow hummer honked at my friend and I in his mustang and I got out and beat them up and he recorded it. I became a superstar on YouTube after words.