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First I want to say two things: 1: I just joined this forum and noticed the thread asking who has "actually" been in a street fight and it kind of pissed me off because the likelyhood of being in such a situation depends entirely on where you live and your lifestyle. 2: I don't think street fighting is cool or anything like that. In the case of my street fight, it almost landed me in jail and left me with many scars. Not fun.
Here it is, sorry if its kinda long:
On a rainy ass night last March, I gave an ex girlfriend a call on her cell phone. Who picks up? A guy. Long story short, it is not a friendly chat: he ends up telling me where he lives and agrees to fight me alone . At this time I had no martial arts training whatsoever, but I did have (and admittedly still do) a very bad temper. In a complete rage I drive to his location (his friends house). It takes me forever to find the place because it is pitch black out, raining, and I am in such a rage that I am nearly driving off the road every few seconds. I actually had to call the guy several times just to get there, which lead to surreal moments of conversing in an almost friendly manner with someone whose face I wanted to bash in. I finnaly get there, the house is up a steep driveway just off the highway. When I first pull up, there are three guys with beers in their hands standing on a porch about 20 yards away from me. I get out of my car and calmly walk toward them. I know which one I'm meant to fight because at this point he sets his beer on the porch rail and the others do not. As I am walking towards him I size him up. He is significantly shorter than me (I am 6') but looks like he probably has about 20 pounds on me. I walk right up to him and stand about 2 feet away staring him directly in the face. He starts to say something, I do not even remember what because I was in such a rage. Before he even finishes his sentence I have socked him in the face with my right fist. He backs up for a second and then lets out an angry yell as he comes at me and grabs me around my neck. I reach my arms around his body and overpower him, spinning his body to the ground. I sit on top of him, putting my weight on his torso. (he is on his side). I begin pummeling his face with my right fist over and over as he screams "HELP!" to his friends. They do nothing, because it is a fair fight. At this point I see the reality that I could possibly kill him and get up. My hand is bloody, as is his face. I think "good, its done, I win." But then, in an extremely irrational move (not that this whole altercation was not irrational), he comes at me again, almost blindly. He manages to hit me in the face, which produces a cut on the bridge of my nose. We go to the ground again, in the damp clay. Once again he screams "HELP!". This time, his friends react. I feel an extremely hard smack on the back of my head like nothing I have ever felt before. I fall face first against the wall of the house. (we are just off the porch next to the house). At this point they could have killed me, but luckily they didn't. I struggle to my feet, and hobble toward my car, tired as hell. As I start the engine, one of the guy's friends comes and stands in front of my car. I want to get the hell out of there. I put it in neutral and rev the engine a little to let him know I mean business. He doesn't move. I put it in first and pull forward about an inch. That pisses him off. He throws his beer bottle at my windshield as hard as he can, putting a huge crack in it, but luckily not breaking it. His other friend comes and they kick the shit out of my shiny 01 Mustang as I drive off. Over $4,000 in damage.
Big lesson I learned from this: Do not fight people except in self defense. Period. It simply isn't worth it. You could destroy yourself or others who care about you. (my mom got to deal with the cops at my house after this one).
Here it is, sorry if its kinda long:
On a rainy ass night last March, I gave an ex girlfriend a call on her cell phone. Who picks up? A guy. Long story short, it is not a friendly chat: he ends up telling me where he lives and agrees to fight me alone . At this time I had no martial arts training whatsoever, but I did have (and admittedly still do) a very bad temper. In a complete rage I drive to his location (his friends house). It takes me forever to find the place because it is pitch black out, raining, and I am in such a rage that I am nearly driving off the road every few seconds. I actually had to call the guy several times just to get there, which lead to surreal moments of conversing in an almost friendly manner with someone whose face I wanted to bash in. I finnaly get there, the house is up a steep driveway just off the highway. When I first pull up, there are three guys with beers in their hands standing on a porch about 20 yards away from me. I get out of my car and calmly walk toward them. I know which one I'm meant to fight because at this point he sets his beer on the porch rail and the others do not. As I am walking towards him I size him up. He is significantly shorter than me (I am 6') but looks like he probably has about 20 pounds on me. I walk right up to him and stand about 2 feet away staring him directly in the face. He starts to say something, I do not even remember what because I was in such a rage. Before he even finishes his sentence I have socked him in the face with my right fist. He backs up for a second and then lets out an angry yell as he comes at me and grabs me around my neck. I reach my arms around his body and overpower him, spinning his body to the ground. I sit on top of him, putting my weight on his torso. (he is on his side). I begin pummeling his face with my right fist over and over as he screams "HELP!" to his friends. They do nothing, because it is a fair fight. At this point I see the reality that I could possibly kill him and get up. My hand is bloody, as is his face. I think "good, its done, I win." But then, in an extremely irrational move (not that this whole altercation was not irrational), he comes at me again, almost blindly. He manages to hit me in the face, which produces a cut on the bridge of my nose. We go to the ground again, in the damp clay. Once again he screams "HELP!". This time, his friends react. I feel an extremely hard smack on the back of my head like nothing I have ever felt before. I fall face first against the wall of the house. (we are just off the porch next to the house). At this point they could have killed me, but luckily they didn't. I struggle to my feet, and hobble toward my car, tired as hell. As I start the engine, one of the guy's friends comes and stands in front of my car. I want to get the hell out of there. I put it in neutral and rev the engine a little to let him know I mean business. He doesn't move. I put it in first and pull forward about an inch. That pisses him off. He throws his beer bottle at my windshield as hard as he can, putting a huge crack in it, but luckily not breaking it. His other friend comes and they kick the shit out of my shiny 01 Mustang as I drive off. Over $4,000 in damage.
Big lesson I learned from this: Do not fight people except in self defense. Period. It simply isn't worth it. You could destroy yourself or others who care about you. (my mom got to deal with the cops at my house after this one).
) then some guy in his car broke it up and yea the guy got up and he was all bruised and bleeding and he left and never saw him again,all's well thatends well.
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