I beat the crap out of guys regularly. I have scars all over my body, one on my face and a partially eating ear lobe. Usually the guy getting a beat down deserve it.

I'm also an 8 year BJJ purple belt who trains at least 4 times a week.

I fend off those whipper snappers with my cane

Dayum *takes notes* not to fuck with you. :thumbsup:thumbsup

Yes, and I learned a BIG lesson. No, I didn't get my ass kicked....

The other guy had a knife...

I lived in a house in law school with a bunch of peeps (some students, some not). We had this clown who pissed me off over so dumb shit. We argue, he made a move, so I punched him in the face and proceeded to get quite a number of hits on him (I was a knucklehead in middle and high school, so I had the "grab with one arm and punch with the other" down pretty good lol.

He was pretty much a pussy, so I was pretty confident. Anyways, during the fight (which lasted about 20 seconds), blood start falling on my eyes. I was like "WTF??!!" because he didn't land a punch on me. The shit went down fast, because I was just wailing on his face, with a lot of adrenaline. So guys come and break it up, and we all realize that he stabbed me with a 2 inch pocket knife in the stomach and face. Apparently, when I came downstairs to deliver the ass kicking, he had the knife behind his back. After everyone was saying, "WTF did you pull a knife on him for??!!" he started to stammer and you could tell he knew he made a mistake. He started to cry.

I was very fortunate in that he didn't know how to use it. The knife didn't penetrate deep enough to do any damage, but he left a 12 inch scar from the stomach to chest (which is still there). Another fortunate thing was the cuts on the face were at my hairline, so you can't really see them.

Went to the hospital, the cops came, and they asked me if I wanted to file a police report and ask them to pursue the matter further. I declined. He was a student, we got hot headed, and I didn't want him to go to jail. He was scared shitless because he knew he was gonna go to jail. I was also nervous because I was trying to get through law school, and the last thing I needed was to be in the local student paper and having to testify at a trial.

I learned a really big lesson. A fight is NEVER worth it unless my life or the life of a friend/family is in danger. You never know if the other person is armed. I'm actually pretty embarrassed about it. I was a grown ass man, and like some drunk frat boy I tried to "get it on." Now when I go out, I'm always the "walk away guy", and sometimes my friends give me a hard time about being Mr. Peace Pipe (I got some knucklehead friends that always seem to find trouble at the bar). But I don't care. I've learned my lesson.

yes, quite a bunch, maybe once a year or every couple years, but only when there's no way to avoid it, although the last time I started it: my sister in law was crossing the street with my nephew in his stroller and some sucker turned the corner and throw the car in front of her, so I kicked the car on the back door and the guy stopped and started throwing punches. It lasted just a couple punch exchanges because there was a policeman there, so he separated us and the guy told the policeman what I did to his car, I told him he tried to kill my sister in law and nephew and on top of that that he saw everything and did nothing, so the policeman went all defensive and told us to go away, nothing to see here and yadda yadda.

This is one of the reasons I go to the gym every day and do some boxing 2-3 days a week, otherwise I'm always like "overcharged" and react like that to everything. Not very adult on my part, gotta admit :Oh crap

purple belt? what martial art is that? I am (well, was) Tae Kwon Do blue belt and Judo green belt but never saw a purple belt


edit: ah, did a search and it seems in US they're pretty common. In Judo they translate to blue or green and in tae kwon do it translates to blue

No, I was not. It was the night I met Leslie and she had brought a couple girls that were not from the industry. She did not want me taking pics of them.

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I can picture that. smack-smack "sorry" smack-smack

Adrenalin sure is a funny thing. I trained in martial arts since I was 10 and was a fearsome sight when I was doing my patterns. Then I had my first amateur boxing match after high school and I looked like... well an amateur. It takes experience to control the adrenalin.

Only if you're in america! (maybe)

I play ice hockey 4-5x a week, i fight all the time :-)

No, I have a brain and do not live in a cave

I am not proud to say it but I have had a few fist fights as an adult. Mostly back when I was in the military. That was a long time ago and I have grown up significantly since then. I would not 'fight' again but I would defend myself and my family or friends if I had to.

Luckily for me, I do not put myself in places where that is likely to take place :)

i dont even think i need to read this whole thread without knowing the outcome of the majority of posts

- yeah i kicked this guys ass once
- lost the fight? no way, i won

A fist fight? Fuck that. I need my fingers to type.

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They never know what hit 'em.

I operate two nightclubs so yeah, when things get out of hand I help out the security.

Last time I had a 1 on 1 fight was in a pizzaria after a club a few months ago. Some tattoed steroid douchebag cut the line in front of me and my employes and was really rude. I called him out on him he tried to jump me. I took two stepts back and jabbed him in the jaw, opened both lips open, it ended there. Guy came to the club next day to apologize, saying I taught him a life lesson.

I used to fight quite often when I was a teenager. Once while intoxicated I got my ass handed to me really bad . I had to eat out of a straw for 3-4 days. Beeing dumb and young I went on to fight this guy after high school again a few weeks later. He still whooped my ass. Until this day I never fought again unless threatened physically.

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Oh and another one maybe a few months ago too. That one I was stupid, I could have taken them out with grapling instead of hitting them.

I asked some clients to leave as it was late and the club was close, many times. After 5-6 times I told them I'd get them escorted out if they didn't comply. There was 3 of them... but my security was nowhere to be found. One of them jumped me, I had to fight, managed to land a couple thai knees on a guy's face, when that happened the two others jumped me. Was really stupid in retrospect. I didn't get hit flush but it could have been a bad night for me.

Luckily my roommate was there, he's a heavyweight judoka who did many world championships and was in the olympic team, so we took them out quite easily.

I operated night clubs and an after hour club in NY so needles to say had my share of fights, and being 5’5” tall was almost always the first to be approached by some drunk looking to make an impression. However all those fights proved to be my saving grace because one fight I had, (not sure if this would qualify as a fight) happened a few years later, when I was robbed at gunpoint in my home. Can’t believe I opened the door so easily but I did and was greeted by a guy chambering a 9mm and shoved it in my face.

Tried to stay calm as he pistol whipped me up the stairs, then he said ok where’s the money and gimme the chain. What fuckin chain? The one around your neck. Then I realized this is a nickel and dime thief and the prick is gonna kill me, (no mask) it was either make a move now or die here.

Fortunately I had few bucks on my entertainment center not far from where we were standing, they money was folded in half so it looked like a big wad of dough and he had the gun really close to my face. I figured if I could break eye contact for a split second, I would duck under the gun and come up with as hard a punch I could deliver then run for it.

As I was unclasping the chain I was planning my next move, then he shoves the gun further into my neck, I was like yea mother fucker, push it in more so you have less leverage to shoot.

Took the chain off, reached out my hand, here’s the chain and there’s the fuckin money
(Pointing). As soon as he reached for the money I ducked under the gun, said to myself if you ever threw a hard punch now’s the time and came up with right cross that knocked him over the couch. Ran as fast as I could, no shoes or shirt on, jumped 2 flights of stairs, broke my hand a foot doing so, but made it outside. True story, the guy is serving 20 years.

speaking of anyone in vegas wanna spar?

Fuzebox?

Rule #1
If you're gonna fight, to go a alley where knowone will stop you, and so you don't get in trouble.. :2cents

Fist fight? Several years of martial arts and I learned one thing, steel toe boots!

Man, just reading that got my blood pumping! So many whackjobs out there.

Yep, they're sure are.
Oh and I forgot to mention, prick had 42 (FORTY TWO) felony convictions, makes me sick.

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