Describe your first fist-fight.
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Hm... well, I'd been in fights a few times, but not what I'd call a fist-fight. People liked to pick on me because of my weight, and figured that the little fat kid couldn't fight back (on that point, they were very wrong). Of course, I'd always been taught that I was never allowed to throw the first punch in a fight. Anyway, I was in fourth grade, and there was a group of kids who would always harass me. Anyway, I was on the jungle gym, and they walked up to me and stood in front of the exits. Then one of them punched me in the stomach. I don't really remember too much after that. I had to fight a few of them, and next thing I knew I had the one who punched me first in a head lock and he was kind-of sort-of choking. Then one of the teachers walked up and pulled me off of him. Then I got suspended because apparently it's my job not to get cornered and outnumbered seven to one.
I, like several other people here already, am a civilized human being, so I've never been in a fist-fight. I was an abnormally civilized, nonviolent, non-disgusting little boy.
I kid named branden (Little asswipe) was a prick to me and my friends. You know that one guy you hang with but nobody likes? Yea that was him. Anyway he threw some sand in my eyes one time so I started swinging my fists (still semi blinded) and somehow had him on the ground when I stopped.
We proceeded to have a dirt fight after.
Fun times
We proceeded to have a dirt fight after.
Fun times
Jack Eichorn pushed me down the hill near our school so I climbed up it and grabbed him which resulted in us both falling down the hill, but while we were falling I managed to stop us, then pinned him and punched him in the jaw a few times till he started crying.
Lol, it wasn't really a fist fight but I head locked another kid in fourth grade until he gave up. I remember how surprised I had been when he tackled me. He didn't even seem mad and we had only met about thirty minutes beforehand.
I wouldn't call it a fist fight, it was about two years ago and on the day that I had to go get my class schedule from school these 13-14 year old suburban kids who call themselves "Thugs" though it would be nice to crack gay jokes in my face. One well placed headbutt later I broke a kid's nose and he came back swinging. It didn't end well for either of us. I broke his nose and he ripped my favorite pair of straight legs.
Just your normal school fight I was probably 15 and some new kid thought he could pick on me because I used to be quiet. He got in with all the more violent kids because of it.
A month of shite from him and I thought sod it so I walked up to him in the middle of a corridor and slugged with a hook to the head. He went down and one of his idiot friends pushed me forward and over him I took a step back to try and find him tripped falling on my arse good thing he softened the landing from there I just kept punching him while his friends punched me. Eventually one of my buddies got through and ripped me off him. He and another buddy held me back while i'm shouting and swearing that I'll get this guy.
This all happened in the corridor almost right outside a teachers classroom while two teachers where in there. When the teachers came out and found me swearing and him clutching his head for some reason they took my side and let me off and gave him detention. Justice screws everyone over one at a time
A month of shite from him and I thought sod it so I walked up to him in the middle of a corridor and slugged with a hook to the head. He went down and one of his idiot friends pushed me forward and over him I took a step back to try and find him tripped falling on my arse good thing he softened the landing from there I just kept punching him while his friends punched me. Eventually one of my buddies got through and ripped me off him. He and another buddy held me back while i'm shouting and swearing that I'll get this guy.
This all happened in the corridor almost right outside a teachers classroom while two teachers where in there. When the teachers came out and found me swearing and him clutching his head for some reason they took my side and let me off and gave him detention. Justice screws everyone over one at a time
i punched a guy in the face because of a reason...
and another guy (who is seriously immature) tripped me up then ran away from me when he saw me get up (he was laughing then he stopped and looked like he actually shat himself) and i literally kicked his ass. in front of most of the school (this was when we were all going to the buses.) so idk if that counts...
plus i sparred with my best friend and rival (in case thats not clear, same guy) from my childhood, and my friend who got me into judo.
and another guy (who is seriously immature) tripped me up then ran away from me when he saw me get up (he was laughing then he stopped and looked like he actually shat himself) and i literally kicked his ass. in front of most of the school (this was when we were all going to the buses.) so idk if that counts...
plus i sparred with my best friend and rival (in case thats not clear, same guy) from my childhood, and my friend who got me into judo.
simpsons already did it.kman123 said:I think like 5th grade. Got into a fight with someone either above or below my year. I remember punching him in the face, him getting into a frenzy and screaming 'YOU MADE ME BLEED I'M GONNA MAKE YOU BLEED!' and then punching ME in the face. End result, me=blood nose, him=fine. So I never really made him bleed
Literally my first day of kindergarden before the school day even started, a fourth grader thought he would be the badass of the school or whatever if he bullied me on my first day, and I didn't have any of it; it quickly escalated and we started to fight.
Granted, I don't remember the fight itself much but what my parents told me of the aftermath, but I do know that I had no concept of how to fight, so I basically threw my arms and legs at him as fast and hard as I could before the teacher broke it up- he got a black eye and bloody nose, and I only got a black eye- victory, first-day kindergardener.
Again, I don't remember it much but the fact that there was a fight and I just threw myself around at him, my parents told me how bad a shape we were in, but I don't remember any blood, so I don't know...
Granted, I don't remember the fight itself much but what my parents told me of the aftermath, but I do know that I had no concept of how to fight, so I basically threw my arms and legs at him as fast and hard as I could before the teacher broke it up- he got a black eye and bloody nose, and I only got a black eye- victory, first-day kindergardener.
Again, I don't remember it much but the fact that there was a fight and I just threw myself around at him, my parents told me how bad a shape we were in, but I don't remember any blood, so I don't know...
Never been in one (seems common here: that would be an interesting poll to start). I pretty much avoid conflict. Not always the healthiest solution mentally, but physically it works out great.
Only a few really. Kid grabbed by in a headlock, so I smashed him in the ear with my fist. He went down, we both got in trouble, we're friends now. That's that one.
Another, this guy who was bullying me for 2 years at this point grabbed me from behind. I snapped my head back into his nose, heard a crack, he went down, and I walked away. He left me alone after that. He tried annoying me again this year, I just reminded him what happened last time.
Another, this guy who was bullying me for 2 years at this point grabbed me from behind. I snapped my head back into his nose, heard a crack, he went down, and I walked away. He left me alone after that. He tried annoying me again this year, I just reminded him what happened last time.
It was the start of a new school year grade one maybe. No one really knew each other, but a few of us started to horse ass around. It escalated into a free for all "fight". Though we were really just grappling each other and waddling around. (like those old godzilla movies)
Haha ohh dear lord I just realized I've never actually used my fists. I've only been in three fights and I've never used my fists....and I always end up running away lol.
First time I got into a scuffle was when I was in first grade. There was a special ed fifth grader I was cool with. One day he asked me for a favor (beat up a girl who had been teasing and bullying him) I told him I couldn't beat her up for him. Him being like a foot taller than me and stronger started to strangle me with all his strength. I'm not proud of what I did but I kicked him in the nuts and ran away. Never saw him again.
Second time I was in middle school. Some guy had been making fun of me because everyone thought I was gay (Jokes on them I was bi) and he threw something at me, hitting my cheek and cutting me. So I started to charge at him, he ran for it and I chased him. Finally I caught up to him and grabbed his shirt lifting him up (thanks to adrenaline) and was about to punch his face in when he started to cry, I threw him to the ground and he hit his head pretty hard. I ran before the teachers could get me.
Third time was in middle school again. I was waiting for my mom to pick me up I was sitting on the curb when this giant fat ass comes and purposely steps on my fingers. I told him to knock it off but he kept doing it. So I shot up and shoved my shoulder into his gut sending him down. But then his friends came up and ganged up on me. I ran away because I didn't want to get beat into oblivion any more by ten Samoans.
First time I got into a scuffle was when I was in first grade. There was a special ed fifth grader I was cool with. One day he asked me for a favor (beat up a girl who had been teasing and bullying him) I told him I couldn't beat her up for him. Him being like a foot taller than me and stronger started to strangle me with all his strength. I'm not proud of what I did but I kicked him in the nuts and ran away. Never saw him again.
Second time I was in middle school. Some guy had been making fun of me because everyone thought I was gay (Jokes on them I was bi) and he threw something at me, hitting my cheek and cutting me. So I started to charge at him, he ran for it and I chased him. Finally I caught up to him and grabbed his shirt lifting him up (thanks to adrenaline) and was about to punch his face in when he started to cry, I threw him to the ground and he hit his head pretty hard. I ran before the teachers could get me.
Third time was in middle school again. I was waiting for my mom to pick me up I was sitting on the curb when this giant fat ass comes and purposely steps on my fingers. I told him to knock it off but he kept doing it. So I shot up and shoved my shoulder into his gut sending him down. But then his friends came up and ganged up on me. I ran away because I didn't want to get beat into oblivion any more by ten Samoans.
Fake to the head, big blow to the balls, then knee his head while he's down and he's out. Honestly it has worked all the time.
I've never really been in a fist-fight with the intent to do harm to the other person or the other way around.
I have some experience with mma type stuff and sparring with my kung fu brothers. I remember that the biggest shock for me was the first time I took a strong punch to the face. I ended up taking a lot of them that fight, since I was really bad at it.
I have some experience with mma type stuff and sparring with my kung fu brothers. I remember that the biggest shock for me was the first time I took a strong punch to the face. I ended up taking a lot of them that fight, since I was really bad at it.
I fought Adam Pope in 6th or 7th grade over long-forgotten reasons. It was a decidedly one-sided match; he kicked my ass. I maybe landed two punches, he landed many more. I have never gotten into another proper fist-fight, but I did manage to talk my way out of an ass-kicking when I got jumped by 5 guys after work about 4 years ago. It began with punches and finished with laughs (and a sore jaw).