When I was in middle school I had beef with this kid. He was the middle linebacker for the football team and the team was awesome. They were going to the big bowl every year and these kids had been playing together since they were little.
Anyway I had beef with this kid, don't remember why, and one day in the lockers him and half of the football team cornered me in locker room so he could fight me. Keep in mind I was a tiny fucker. MAYBE 115 soaking wet. Anyway, he was way bigger than me and they were all way bigger than him.
So he pushes me and they are all yelling and shit and he starts swinging. I kinda tackled him into the lockers and he fell over and his head was right by this concrete bench. I smashed his head on the ledge a few times until he was laying there crying. I thought I was going to get jumped but they parted ways as I walked out of the locker room super amped up but not even scratched. My shirt was stretched out from him grabbing it while I smashed his head, that was about it.
I got suspended for a week and he ended up missing the big game with a concussion which they lost. The crazy part was I ended up being friends with all of the jocks after that even though I was a total stoner/bmx rider. They all shunned him and I ended up being all popular and being invited to all the parties and shit. To this day I am friends with half of those guys.
Cool story? Not really but I am sure others will post some good shit.
FRAT VERSION: Took place South of St. Louis in 2002
I'm out at club with literally 20+ friends. Black buddy talking to white chick pisses off some white dude. He confronts my buddy. Hits him in the face.
I drop my drink and floor him with a left, and follow him to the ground.
I'm trying to work some GnP but I'm getting my ribs caved in from all angles.
Finally I crawl under a table and out the other side to get away from it.
Friends come dust me off and apologize, stating "Sorry, brah. We were trying to kick HIM, not you."
When I was like 16 I was going to see a movie with a couple of friends. Our buddies dad dropped us off and I pulled out a smoke because I smoked then. So we are walking into the theater and some kid sitting on the ledge with his skateboard mocked me as we walked by saying "oh look at how cool I am smoking a cigarette!" I asked what his problem one and one thing led to another and we went behind the theater to settle shit.
So this ked heads toward me swinging his skateboard at me. I catch it on the backswing and he wouldn't let go so I started punching him in the face. He backs up and throws his skateboard and comes at me. I clocked him super clean in the jaw and he went down but was still concious. I got on top in full mount and rained blows upon him. I'll never forget him looking up with blood filling his teeth and coming from his nose and all out of everywhere and he coughed and a big thick wad of blood flew out of his mouth and I stopped. He was still conscious and tried to attack me again but his friends pulled him back.
So I was wearing a white shirt and it was now covered in this assholes blood and we decide fuck it and go into the movie anyway. A buddy goes out to get snacks and comes back and says the kid is out there with his older brother and like 5 other big ass dudes. We went out the backdoor and ran to a Wendy's and could see this black Eclipse and some other car driving around with this kid and his friends and these giant dudes looking for us but they never went into the Wendy's. We hung out (hid) until my buddies dad showed up to get us. We told him I had a bloody nose. No way in hell he believed that.
Again, not the best but I expect better from the OG.
Only "fight" I ever lost. Was hanging out with some friends (one was at the fight in the story above). Anyway he loved to talk shit. We are sitting on the side of my friends parents house drinking and I got all belligerent. My buddy had been taking shots at me and just being a dick so I swung on him. He landed like three clean punches to my forehead and I was done. Went home. For days everyone asked what happened to my face. I was black and blue all over from that.
Saw the same guy at the bar like 3-4 years ago and he tried to start shit. Funny part was I had just gotten back from weigh-ins for a Judo tournament and was competing the next morning (this bar had great food so that is why I was there. Fuck cutting weight in the goat ass).
Anyway, I brushed it off. I was a different person, and adult and a parent, and didn't have time for that shit but he would have gotten handled with me being sober, trained, and ready. I don't regret not buying into his immature shit that night but I can't say kicking his ass wouldn't have been nice.
Year older kid always picked on us...nothing bad, never physical, just words. This was 7-8th grade, he was big for his age, so that means he was HUGE to us. Anyway, I heard that if you just stand up to people like him, they will leave you alone...so I did. I told him I was going to kick his ass after school at the park if he was really man enough to show up (thinking he would just stop at that point).
Well he did show up. I am staring at this fucking giant and had no idea what to do.....so I ran away like a little bitch.
I know not really a "fight" but, for some reason it worked. I thought I was going to get humiliated at school and he would be worse to us. He was fine after it, and it seemed that no one really blamed me for high tailing it out of there since he was man-child.
In middle school there was this kid from Serbia. He was weird and barely spoke english and shit. So I, like an asshole, started shit with him. Keep in mind he was huge and built like a fucking brick shit house. So I am trying to be cool in front of my friends by asking him to meet me by the bike racks. He showed up.
So I am scrawny as fuck and let my mouth get me into some shit. He walks up to me and towers over me and this kid was like pure muscle. I have made a terrible mistake. So he gets in my face and we have a little stare off and I am about to shit myself when he growls at me and I start laughing and so do all of the other kids and he wonders off while we all laugh at him.
I found out later that his parents had been killed in the fighting in Bosnia or whatever and he was a refugee. The kid had lived through was and somehow escaped to end up at my school in Colorado. He didn't know english and was probably fucked up from all of the shit he had been though in his life. He probably would have killed me had he not decided to walk away. His thought process was that he didn't want to get deported back to that warzone so he walked away.
I am a lucky piece of shit is what this all adds up to.
facekicker4 - did his head get smashed open from the bench? pretty sure you could have killed him doing that.
No but it swole up all crazy. He did get a concussion bad enough to bench him for a game a week later. I am not sure what else I was supposed to do. I was alone surrounded by like 8 kids all bigger than me. He cornered me. Maybe he thought before trying shit like that again.
Year older kid always picked on us...nothing bad, never physical, just words. This was 7-8th grade, he was big for his age, so that means he was HUGE to us. Anyway, I heard that if you just stand up to people like him, they will leave you alone...so I did. I told him I was going to kick his ass after school at the park if he was really man enough to show up (thinking he would just stop at that point).
Well he did show up. I am staring at this fucking giant and had no idea what to do.....so I ran away like a little bitch.
I know not really a "fight" but, for some reason it worked. I thought I was going to get humiliated at school and he would be worse to us. He was fine after it, and it seemed that no one really blamed me for high tailing it out of there since he was man-child.
LAST FIGHT I GOT INTO WAS AT STARBUCKS............DUDE CAME AT ME WITH A SCREW DRIVER.......I LITERALLY PULLED UP MY SLEEVES AND FLEXED ON HIM AND YELLED "YOU WANNA GET FUCKING CRAZY!!" HE IMMEDIATELY DROPPED THE SCREWDRIVER AND RAN AWAY FROM ME.......I CHASED HIM DOWN HIP TOSSED HIM ONTO THE HOOD OF MY BUDDIES CAR AND PROCEEDED TO HAMMER FIST HIM INTO BOLIVION........
WHILE ALL THIS WAS HAPPENENING FELLOW OG'ER CAPTAIN PLANET CHARGED 4 OF HIS BUDDIES TOOK ONE TO THE GROUND AND PROCEEDED TO BEAR HUG THE GUY AND HEADBUTT HIM WHILE THE OTHER THREE STOMPED HIM. FUNNY PART IS.....HE CAME OUT OF IT WITHOUT A MARK ON HIM......SAID WHEN HE STARTED GETTING STOMED HE ROLLED THE OTHER GUY OVER ON TOP OF HIM AND HELD THE BEAR HUG WHILE HIS BUDDIES WERE STOMPING HIM. HAHHAHHAHA
One kid was always an asshole, talking shit, thought he was better than everyone etc. I finally had enough and told him to square up. I Nick Diaz'd that fucker, popping him with barrage of straight lefts and rights, no real big swings..just pop, pop, pop.
He was getting bloody and rushes me, I have him in a headlock and he grabs my left leg and slams us both against the side of the house, didn't even phase me. The grass was wet and we both slip...I come down straight on the water spigot and break it off, in my fucking back.
So I guess, technically I lost the fight.
(I still have a large 3 inch scar on back from it)
A few months ago I am hanging out with some people in front of the bar after the bar closed. Some big dude who was sober was going all crazy on his friend and comes up and socks him in the face. He then swung on a girl and then me in quick succession. I took his ass out. No real throw involved, just kind of engaged with him and brought him to the ground and went knee on belly and got a few shots in why he squirmed and tried to punch me from the bottom lol. Anyway He says he is cool and I let him up and he comes at me again and I again put him down into KOB and as he tried to roll go to knee on back and keep him there.
Cops show up and tell me I am going to jail. The entire crowd that had formed pleaded with the cops that that guy was just randomley swinging on people and he swung on the girl and me (after knocking out his friend) and I took the guy out. The cop gave my drunk ass a ride home.
I learned that even big dudes are like putty in your hands when you are trained. I mean it was like beating up a small child. I felt bad for the guy when I had him pinned by a simple KOB and he was fighting as hard as he could. It was sad but I am glad I trane or he probably would have beaten my ass simply for talking with his friend and this girl.
Also I have been searching for video online of this. There were like 10 people with camera phones out during the entire ordeal.
Downtown Savannah like 6months ago my friend Josh was wayyy to drunk and walked up on this random dude, didn't say a word to him and Bitch slaps him as hard as he could. As soon as it happens I grab the dude and hold him back and try to be mature and apologize when this bro pushes me over on the cobble stone ground. Soon as I get up I tell the dude it's on. He swings one time, I slip it and throw a counter right and drop him. I let the dude get up, and he's gushing blood from his nose, when he throws the same looping right. I slip it again, counter with a left and drop him with one punch again. After he hit the ground the second time I turned around said worldstar and walked away. (It was right after the bar closed and a asston of people saw it and had their phones out)
A Friday afternoon at work this cute little thing walks up to me and asks what I was doing that night...I said idk going home for now, she asks "can I come with?"..."well hell yes you can". Total slutbag, fucked me six way from Sunday but was possibly the most annoying chick I've ever been around. Anyway, I nailed her a couple more times, even introduced her to a couple friends. She asks me to go up to a party with her and I reluctantly accepted. We get there and she is like, "oh no" I'm like "what do you mean oh no"
Her ex-boyfriend was there and all his buddies..."ex" meaning she just broke up with him the day she asked me out. It was a very creepy, surreal setting and I thought I better go before I get fucked up bad..literally a gang against me.
I tell her she can stay but I'm bailing, she says she wants to come with me so we hope in my truck and take off....sure enough, ex and a couple buddies start chasing/following us. I'm like fuck, I'm going to die..these were rural redneck boys and I'm a silly suburban/city kid. She says her Mom's house wasn't far and we should go there. We get there and hop out quick to get inside as they pull up too. Ex and buddies get out and he runs up to me....without a hint of hesitation I one off that fucker and drop him with a huge right...buddies just stopped in their tracks.
I tell her she can fuck off, I'm out, hop in my truck and drive away.
Funny side story, a couple of days later she randomly shows up at my friends house that I introduced her to before. He calls me and says "Dude, that Anna chick is here, what should I do?"...."Fuck her" I said, "she's a monster in the sack, but get her out after cause she is bad news"
I was out drinking with a group of friends and me and my closest friend decided we were done. We started waking towards the bus stop and bumped into two guys. My friend started talking shit to this guy, it got heated, he pushed the guy and they started fighting.
My friend is a great street fighter , so in no time he has this kid down and is smashing him. I noticed the guys friend has disappeared so I looked around to see where he was....
This is the end of my memory of what happened. What I'm told happened is:
The guy went dibs a side street to where some road works where and picked up a huge metal sign, with supporting legs etc, must weighed circa 25lbs. He comes up behind me, I turned around and swing at him and miss. He wraps this sign around my head and knocks me out cold. I still have a scar on my face to this day.
My other friends have left the nightclub by now and caught up with us. One of the guys run up to me motionless on the floor knocked out and tried to pick me up. Obviously I'm completely limp, he shouts "you've fucking killed him" and DROPS me on the floor again, splitting the back of my head open, again another scar.
The guy drops the sign and runs off crying. I come around stood infront of a police car and get taken to hospital for scans and to get my head glued together. I could never identify the guy because he had a huge Afro wig on lol!
When I was 19-20 we would always party at a friends house who lived with his older brother. The brother was a construction worker who would invite his friends.
One night were partying there was like twenty five 20 years and like 5-6 of the construction bros. One of the construction bros was a fucking monster, huge guy 6'7" at least 300 pounds. Big guy has a tattoo across his knuckles. A friend of ours asks, "What does your tattoo say?" Big guy replies "Death" Young guy says "Doesn't death have five letters in it?" Big guy just blasts him, kid goes flying across the room, its on, people brawling like hell in the kitchen this goes on for about a minute. It starts to calm down people are ushering big guy out the front door. One of my friends, who I still love to this day named Vidal, couldn't let shit be and jumped off the couch Macho Man style and elbows big guy in the head, its on again. I swear I punched that big MF'er in the ear twenty times and he didn't budge. Another friend was standing next to me punching dude when a hand comes in spins my friend around, he goes with it bringing a punch. Turns out it was big guys GF who my buddy knocked out cold. That stopped the fighting for a second. Big guy realizes his lady just got KO'ed and attends to her. Then I see one of his construction bros hand him a framing hammer. When I saw that I ran like the wind to my car and got the fuck out of there.
Me and two friends were in a bar that just opened. One of my friends just got his lip pierced and was at the bar getting us some drinks.
Then right as he turned to walk back towards us with the beers some dude just nails him right in the mouth. He doesn't go down but beers go flying everywhere. So I get up to exact revenge while my friend is still stumbling.
Then my other pal pushes right pass me and cleans the fucker out cold. But we didn't expect that dudes 5 friends to surround him. And I'm not fucking kidding you but he tells us to not do anything and he's got this under control.
We called him Benji and he was 5'10" but he weighed like 300 lbs. I was sure to think that he was dead at this point. But he proved me wrong! He fought like Chuck Liddell walking backwards and just dropping the 5 dudes like they weren't shit.
So they're all on the ground most of um unconscious. And security grabs three of us by our shirts and drags us out of the bar. We were trying to tell them that they started it but no one believes you when your friend just plowed thru 6 dudes. So we just went home.
Btw Benji got a lot slimmer but he still hits like a freight train.
