Once when I was on spring break in college. A bunch of my buddies had been hanging out with a group of girls that we met down there. One random guy came up behind the girl I was dancing with and deliberately poured 2 beers on her and then hustled off. She chased him down, grabbed a bottle off the bar and threw and hit him the back of the head, he started to come back at her and when I came up from behind her and decked him in the face. Started a brawl and shut down the bar (it was 20 mins from closing anyway). Good times but I don't have any interest in doing that again.
How often do you get in Physical Fights?
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I don't like to get into fights very much because the cops usually fuck you up worst or the bar bouncers gang bang you. I tend to stay away from fights because it mess up the party.
Never been in a physical fight in my life. I'm a slim guy with no fighting experience so I'd probably get destroyed if I did get into fight, so I can't let me ego rule my actions. I've got one mate who is always getting into fights when we're out at bars & clubs, the difference between me and him is if I bump into some guy and cause him to spill his drink I'll say sorry. If my friend knocks over a guys drink he will be like 'fuck you!' and then the situation will turn hostile. He's just a complete fuckwit when he's drunk, has absolutely no self control.
He used to get in arguments with his girlfriend nearly every week and he'd fken lose it.. he'd go around trying to smash shop windows, punching trees etc.
A couple of weeks ago him AND his girlfriend go into a fight at maccas after a night of drinking... she ended up punching some girl in the mouth, woke up in the morning with an infected hand and had to go to hospital.
He used to get in arguments with his girlfriend nearly every week and he'd fken lose it.. he'd go around trying to smash shop windows, punching trees etc.
A couple of weeks ago him AND his girlfriend go into a fight at maccas after a night of drinking... she ended up punching some girl in the mouth, woke up in the morning with an infected hand and had to go to hospital.
I always try to reason, even when I am drunk, but then most people are usually unreasonable, and its always ugly. But I have learnt early in life, to Hit first, Hit Hard, having already looked for a gateaway path as I try to reason.
I live in Central Vancouver, (Main & 25th). Greatest place in the world to live. Except for the panhandlers and street people.
One time a panhandler was hassling old ladies on train, I told him to lay off. So he gets in my face, makes gun with his hand and says bang, bang, he's going to kill me.
Another time a street person was riding his bicycle on the sidewalk and nearly ran over my kid.
Caught a street person breaking into my sports car about 3 years ago. Swore at me when I got in his face.
Five years ago a street person decided to masturbate in the church yard which is right next to my house.
No I didn't punch any of them. Most of them are just addled in the head, it would be like kicking a dog.
Well okay, one time I was in a local coffee shop with my kid who was 2 at the time and some guy kept swearing so I told him to not swear. Then he swore at me so I got up from the table but he ran out the door.
But you know what? He had no damn shoes or socks on, bare feet and it was February. His buddies told me he had missed his meds.
My last fight was in 1989. I won it, and that's enough.
One time a panhandler was hassling old ladies on train, I told him to lay off. So he gets in my face, makes gun with his hand and says bang, bang, he's going to kill me.
Another time a street person was riding his bicycle on the sidewalk and nearly ran over my kid.
Caught a street person breaking into my sports car about 3 years ago. Swore at me when I got in his face.
Five years ago a street person decided to masturbate in the church yard which is right next to my house.
No I didn't punch any of them. Most of them are just addled in the head, it would be like kicking a dog.
Well okay, one time I was in a local coffee shop with my kid who was 2 at the time and some guy kept swearing so I told him to not swear. Then he swore at me so I got up from the table but he ran out the door.
But you know what? He had no damn shoes or socks on, bare feet and it was February. His buddies told me he had missed his meds.
My last fight was in 1989. I won it, and that's enough.
I get into fights when I'm drunk because of my best friend who start the fights or is a cause of a fight and always ends up in big trouble, and somehow he thinks I am responsible for helping him.
Melbourne = violence capital of Australia, if you believe the media. Probably comes down to us accepting binge-drinking as a status quo weekend in Melbourne considering it is boring as fuck, unless you like poker machines and architecture.
Drunken people start fights, sober people end them.
Never been in a street fight, only hockey fights.
Only a few were in leagues where fighting was allowed so most ended quickly. The ones that went on in leagues that allowed fighting generally were just a draw (I'm not big, and I'm not a fighter either). The last fight I had was a clear loss for me, seperated my shoulder and basically ended my serious hockey career. It took about 3 months to fully heal and by the time it was healed I was too old for the league I wanted to play in. I then didn't feel like traveling 2hours+ everyday to play in other leagues. I still have full college eligability if I ever decided to do that.
Only a few were in leagues where fighting was allowed so most ended quickly. The ones that went on in leagues that allowed fighting generally were just a draw (I'm not big, and I'm not a fighter either). The last fight I had was a clear loss for me, seperated my shoulder and basically ended my serious hockey career. It took about 3 months to fully heal and by the time it was healed I was too old for the league I wanted to play in. I then didn't feel like traveling 2hours+ everyday to play in other leagues. I still have full college eligability if I ever decided to do that.
lol just remembered the "fight" before that one
I just got the knocked the f* out right in front of a night-club. Saw this guy screaming at a girl and went to see what's up. Next thing I know I wake up on the ground. While driving back I realize that my jaw is hurting, that's when I put the pieces together "aaaah so that's why I woke up on the ground!"
It's probably retarded, but I still think it was kind of a cool/funny experience getting knocked out for the first time
stupid glass jaw
I just got the knocked the f* out right in front of a night-club. Saw this guy screaming at a girl and went to see what's up. Next thing I know I wake up on the ground. While driving back I realize that my jaw is hurting, that's when I put the pieces together "aaaah so that's why I woke up on the ground!"
It's probably retarded, but I still think it was kind of a cool/funny experience getting knocked out for the first time
stupid glass jaw
lol just remembered the "fight" before that one
I just got the knocked the f* out right in front of a night-club. Saw this guy screaming at a girl and went to see what's up. Next thing I know I wake up on the ground. While driving back I realize that my jaw is hurting, that's when I put the pieces together "aaaah so that's why I woke up on the ground!"
It's probably retarded, but I still think it was kind of a cool/funny experience getting knocked out for the first time
stupid glass jaw
Ouch...That's got to be hurt!!!
I remember one time, my pinky finger was screwed up when we was practicing in open terrain. The bone of my finger was popping out and I didn't even realize it.
When I knew that was my bone, then I started to feel the pain. LoL!!! My friends took me to the emergency unit and I ended up my pin and few stitches on my finger.
I live in Victoria, BC. Supposed to be one of the "safest" places to live in the world.. I'm not a big guy, and I dont run my mouth randomly to people but at the same time if someone says something offensive I stand up for myself, and i'll chirp back.
About a year and a bit ago I was downtown and was leaving a the bar with some buddies.. We were outside standing around and I got in an argument with some kid about something stupid.. He ended up punching me in the face so of course i got in a fight.. Kicked his ass and got on top of him, and I thought he was pounding me on the back to try and make me let go but apparently he was stabbing me.. didn't even notice until someone yelled cops and we were a block away and i had holes in the back of my shirt and my buddy noticed it was covered in blood. Nobody saw a knife. He must have had it in his hand ready to go. People are just fucked. I ended up going home, realizing I was letting probalby too much blood out, called a taxi and went to the ER. Doc said I was lucky, stiched me up and sent me on my way after a few hours.
Since then, I don't get retarded drunk when I go out or get into fights if I can help it. I keep my mouth shut for the most part. Who the fuck knows what will happen. Seriously.. grow up on that shit guys. You might be the toughest motherfucker out there, but all it takes is some fuckwad to pull a gun, and good night.
About a year and a bit ago I was downtown and was leaving a the bar with some buddies.. We were outside standing around and I got in an argument with some kid about something stupid.. He ended up punching me in the face so of course i got in a fight.. Kicked his ass and got on top of him, and I thought he was pounding me on the back to try and make me let go but apparently he was stabbing me.. didn't even notice until someone yelled cops and we were a block away and i had holes in the back of my shirt and my buddy noticed it was covered in blood. Nobody saw a knife. He must have had it in his hand ready to go. People are just fucked. I ended up going home, realizing I was letting probalby too much blood out, called a taxi and went to the ER. Doc said I was lucky, stiched me up and sent me on my way after a few hours.
Since then, I don't get retarded drunk when I go out or get into fights if I can help it. I keep my mouth shut for the most part. Who the fuck knows what will happen. Seriously.. grow up on that shit guys. You might be the toughest motherfucker out there, but all it takes is some fuckwad to pull a gun, and good night.
I was 19 at the time, going with my friend to a bar when one guy, standing with his 2 buddies near the entrance, tripped my friends leg. He lost his balance and almost fell on the ground. It fucking looked ridiculous. My friend was kind of pissed off, but he regained composure and started looking towards them very puzzled. Then that asshole suddenly got into my friends face and asked him why did he knocked his feet of purpose, giving him a hard time while snickering in his face. That guy was all ready to go.
Luckily, one guy that was with them knew me since we had few drinks together in the past so he intervened and stopped him, telling him we are good guys and to leave us alone. We contained ourselves and said nothing at the time since we were just skinny geeks playing starcraft and that guy was all muscle, heavier by at least 50 pounds from both of us. But I saw everything, his fucking evil look in his eyes and I couldn't forget that. I was raging inside my self and was determined to hit him back if he does anything to my friend. When I met with the friends of that asshole later on he said he was into bodybuilding, martial arts and he could probably takes both of us at the same time.
Come 6 months later, we are drinking heavily on a "goodbye party" since me and one of my other friends were leaving for the army for the next 6 months. The whole place was reserved for the night just for 30 of us or so. Late in the evening that asshole shows up and starts drinking and looking around for trouble. I know that because he had that same look. 6 other guests were from our old class and there were some local friends from our city. After too much alcohol some pushing around started between local friends and our old school mates escalating more and more. Suddenly, that asshole start walking towards them, taking of his shirt, getting ready to fight I thought. I was on the side, about 8 feet from him, just looking around and decided to take my chance. While he was walking I took my advantage and managed a full swing blow into his cheek. The guy never saw it coming and he fell like a rag doll on the ground knocking him out.
While I was all skinny and weak at the time, I could pack a good punch. I know that because I was hanging out at those hit machines that could measure punch strength from 1-1000. I could score 968, mere 14 away from the record. The odd thing was that nobody noticed this since everyone was pretty much drunk and looking towards the bigger commotion. I was scared shitless and my hands were all shaking. I decided to go to the bathroom and lay low for a while, washing my hand for 10 minutes and such. When I got out, that guy wasn't there. I'm not sure what happened to him. I guess he just got up and left looking for me or something. All in all, that was proudest pussy-ass move I've done to this day. When I got out of the army I saw him once again, but when he noticed me he did nothing. I guess he was drunk enough not to see me as well. I secretly loled and decided to take this in my grave because I know he would tear me to shreds.
Other that that, I got beat up by 5 guys when I was walking to my car after one concert just for lolz I guess. They were drunk and laughing. When I was passing near them, one guy suddenly punched me and others joined. I took about 20 feet kicks. Luckily, besides bitting on the inside of my cheek, I was fine in 5 minutes and was on my way. Pussies.
Luckily, one guy that was with them knew me since we had few drinks together in the past so he intervened and stopped him, telling him we are good guys and to leave us alone. We contained ourselves and said nothing at the time since we were just skinny geeks playing starcraft and that guy was all muscle, heavier by at least 50 pounds from both of us. But I saw everything, his fucking evil look in his eyes and I couldn't forget that. I was raging inside my self and was determined to hit him back if he does anything to my friend. When I met with the friends of that asshole later on he said he was into bodybuilding, martial arts and he could probably takes both of us at the same time.
Come 6 months later, we are drinking heavily on a "goodbye party" since me and one of my other friends were leaving for the army for the next 6 months. The whole place was reserved for the night just for 30 of us or so. Late in the evening that asshole shows up and starts drinking and looking around for trouble. I know that because he had that same look. 6 other guests were from our old class and there were some local friends from our city. After too much alcohol some pushing around started between local friends and our old school mates escalating more and more. Suddenly, that asshole start walking towards them, taking of his shirt, getting ready to fight I thought. I was on the side, about 8 feet from him, just looking around and decided to take my chance. While he was walking I took my advantage and managed a full swing blow into his cheek. The guy never saw it coming and he fell like a rag doll on the ground knocking him out.
While I was all skinny and weak at the time, I could pack a good punch. I know that because I was hanging out at those hit machines that could measure punch strength from 1-1000. I could score 968, mere 14 away from the record. The odd thing was that nobody noticed this since everyone was pretty much drunk and looking towards the bigger commotion. I was scared shitless and my hands were all shaking. I decided to go to the bathroom and lay low for a while, washing my hand for 10 minutes and such. When I got out, that guy wasn't there. I'm not sure what happened to him. I guess he just got up and left looking for me or something. All in all, that was proudest pussy-ass move I've done to this day. When I got out of the army I saw him once again, but when he noticed me he did nothing. I guess he was drunk enough not to see me as well. I secretly loled and decided to take this in my grave because I know he would tear me to shreds.
Other that that, I got beat up by 5 guys when I was walking to my car after one concert just for lolz I guess. They were drunk and laughing. When I was passing near them, one guy suddenly punched me and others joined. I took about 20 feet kicks. Luckily, besides bitting on the inside of my cheek, I was fine in 5 minutes and was on my way. Pussies.
