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I like how the title reads “Last Time You Punched Nards”.
Used to fight in adolescent and childhood days. Last time I seriously walloped someone was at work. I was shadow boxing and some tool thought it was a good idea to give me some body shots. I proceeded to superman punch him in the face.lol. He said he felt concussed and we were friends after that day. On Canada day some young kid wanted to fight I looked him in the eyes and said you mad bro and he lost it luckily their was a bunch of people in the way, one of the misses friend’s pressured pointed him behind his ear and made him run off like a little school kid
Couple scraps in high school and at bars before i was 19, I knew once I was a man the consequences were severs so there is no point of proving your toughness through a scrap. You can easily get killed in the streets for fucking with the wrong people. Reminds me of the time 3 scrubs tried to fight 8 of us and one buddy ran home and grabbed some swords. I’ve never seen people’s demeanor change so fast it still sticks in my head to this day. The kids mouth’s dropped and were off running like the roadrunner. Fun times.
Three years ago at my son’s hockey game - horribly embarassing.
I really hated being on of “those hockey parents”, but I got put into a position where I had no choice. Nicely asked a guy from another team to move, because he was standing up, blocking my wife’s view, and he flipped out and came after me. Apparently he had been drinking all day.
As a former gold-glove boxer and wanna-be weightlifter, it didn’t end well for him. But the police got called, ended up in the local paper, and it was kind of ugly for a while - charges got dropped eventually.
Before that, it had probably been 15 years. As a teenager, it was a regular occurance in the neighborhood I grew up in.
Thought this was about the last time you punched someone…
Anyway, my last time drillin’ someone was the day before Thanksgiving last year at a gas station at like 10 a.m… The time before that was a few months before at a bar when some douchebag said something disrespectful to my then girlfriend (I’ve posted several pics, she’s hot as fuck) and I knocked him out his stool. I’m no billy badass by any stretch, but I grew up getting called “pretty boy” in a rough neighborhood in South Houston. Had to learn to let them hands go or catch non-stop beatings.
Just a donkey punch. That was the last time anyone’s let me near them with a strap-on.
Gotta love the hockey fight. I wish all fights in the real world were like that ie. adhered to the hockey fight code:
Guy 1: You wanna go?
Guy 2: Ya you?
Guy 1: Ya. Ok let’s do this…
Each guy removes any articles of clothing from likely targets that may injure the other guy’s hands, each guy grabs the other’s shirt with non-dominant hand and proceeds to feed as many punches as possible into the other’s face until either is rendered unconscious or until exhaustion sets in and both combatants hold on to signal to the nearby cops who have allowed said fight sequence to occur and who now move in to make sure no cheap shots are thrown when either guy is in a vulnerable position while being separated. Cops assist guys to their respective groups of friends and after briefly counselling them to not do it again, exit quietly. Meanwhile, everyone else in bar/schoolyard/workplace etc. stands and claps to show appreciation for a good scrap. After receiving rudimentary medical attention/stitches, both combatants resume normal activities. Upon the end of the evening’s festivities the following conversation occurs on the way out the door:
Guy 1: Fuck, you really got me good in the right eye. Nice work!
Guy 2: Thanks. You fucking lasted a lot longer than I thought you would. Gotta work on my cardio
Guy 1: Good fight. See ya later
Guy 2: Tell your mom I say hi…
[quote]CMdad wrote:
Gotta love the hockey fight. I wish all fights in the real world were like that ie. adhered to the hockey fight code:
Guy 1: You wanna go?
Guy 2: Ya you?
Guy 1: Ya. Ok let’s do this…
Each guy removes any articles of clothing from likely targets that may injure the other guy’s hands, each guy grabs the other’s shirt with non-dominant hand and proceeds to feed as many punches as possible into the other’s face until either is rendered unconscious or until exhaustion sets in and both combatants hold on to signal to the nearby cops who have allowed said fight sequence to occur and who now move in to make sure no cheap shots are thrown when either guy is in a vulnerable position while being separated. Cops assist guys to their respective groups of friends and after briefly counselling them to not do it again, exit quietly. Meanwhile, everyone else in bar/schoolyard/workplace etc. stands and claps to show appreciation for a good scrap. After receiving rudimentary medical attention/stitches, both combatants resume normal activities. Upon the end of the evening’s festivities the following conversation occurs on the way out the door:
Guy 1: Fuck, you really got me good in the right eye. Nice work!
Guy 2: Thanks. You fucking lasted a lot longer than I thought you would. Gotta work on my cardio
Guy 1: Good fight. See ya later
Guy 2: Tell your mom I say hi…[/quote]
Ja…
Not too long ago, that was the norm, well, at least the ideal…
Now, some asshole brings out a knife, or gun, or a beer bottle…
Why cant we have nice things?
When did kicking people who are on the ground start…
[quote]orion wrote:
When did kicking people who are on the ground start…[/quote]
Usually after I threw them down the steps.
Sometimes you can’t be bothered with stooping over to hurt somebody.
[quote]SkyzykS wrote:
[quote]orion wrote:
When did kicking people who are on the ground start…[/quote]
Usually after I threw them down the steps.
Sometimes you can’t be bothered with stooping over to hurt somebody.
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Good point.
Some really good stories here! I’ve been in 2 fights in my adult life, both of which have interesting stories. I’ll tell you the most recent one:
Earlier this year, I was in a bar in Las Vegas. This was both my first (and so far only) time in Vegas and it was my first night there. I was out looking for girls and a good time and was in generally high spirits. Went to a club and this drunk ass dude slams shoulders with me. He gets all up in my face and starts yelling shit. I try to walk away, but he pushes me and gets back in close and starts yelling shit again. He won’t get out of my face so I push him off me, quite a bit harder and start to walk away at a brisk pace. Even if it is the States, I’m still vacationing in a foreign country and don’t want to get into trouble.
But as I’m leaving the scene, the drunk ass girl he’s with thinks it would be a good idea to surprise attack me. She grabs me by the neck and smashes a glass into my face. It’s important to note that this bar was slightly more upscale than the ones I’m used to and had real glasses. Must’ve been a pretty hard hit because the glass shattered like a motherfucker, leaving me with deep glass cuts all over my face. I even have a scar running through one eye, kind of like Scar in “The Lion King”.
I stumble back a bit, reeling slightly from the hit and just starting to realize the situation. The girl is all upset because she got some nasty cuts on her hand and didn’t get involved from this point on. Then the guy clocks me with all his might in the other eye. Then, I got lucky on two counts. One, the dude hit like a little bitch. I’m kind of thankful for that hit actually, since it served the function of a wake-up slap. Two, he was too stupid to press his advantage and hesitated for half a second before coming for me.
But he did come for me, and I was ready. I slammed into him like a pile of bricks grabbing his throat and completely reversing his momentum, lifting him off his feet. I continued to push forward, knocking him flat on his back with me on top of him. I put my bodyweight onto the hand that’s holding his neck, and start beating his face in with my other hand, while he weakly tries to wrestle me off/get my hand off his throat. At this point, we both know he’s fucked. I’ve just taken complete control and really fucking snap now, beating his face in like an animal. Unfortunately, I didn’t get far because I felt a bouncer start to pull me off the dude. I hadn’t wanted trouble in the first place, so I went quietly.
The bouncer, who was a pretty nice guy pulled me out into the hallway and told me he would call an ambulance. I told him that I was fine, since it didn’t really hurt so I didn’t think much of it and I wanted to walk back to my hotel. He tells me to look down and my clothes are completely soaked in blood. Bitch had sliced an artery, which took a good 4h or so for docs to close up fully.
Definitely came out worse in that fight, but I was proud of myself for handling myself well and taking control of the situation in seconds despite the shitty circumstances.
[quote]niksamaras wrote:
[quote]DarkNinjaa wrote:
Every other day. Part of my job.
Last time I punched, as a proper fight, was a motherfucker in a nightclub, a year ago. That fucking perv knocked out one of my girlfriends cold, only because she pushed him away for dancing too close and grabbing her boobs.[/quote]
What are you doing for a living? MMA fighting?[/quote]
Dominatrix, among many other businesses ventures.
MMA fighting was like a decade ago.
[quote]SkyzykS wrote:
I worked with this kid Ryan (#16) for a while. The goon thing you mentioned reminded me of this-
I guess he busted a few bones in his hand with one of those last punches.
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Damn. Lol.
I love how during a hockey match fight, even the referees drop everything to monitor the fighters. Hahaha! Those Ice Hockey players are fucking troopers. Strong core.
[quote]CMdad wrote:
Gotta love the hockey fight. I wish all fights in the real world were like that ie. adhered to the hockey fight code:
Guy 1: You wanna go?
Guy 2: Ya you?
Guy 1: Ya. Ok let’s do this…
Each guy removes any articles of clothing from likely targets that may injure the other guy’s hands, each guy grabs the other’s shirt with non-dominant hand and proceeds to feed as many punches as possible into the other’s face until either is rendered unconscious or until exhaustion sets in and both combatants hold on to signal to the nearby cops who have allowed said fight sequence to occur and who now move in to make sure no cheap shots are thrown when either guy is in a vulnerable position while being separated. Cops assist guys to their respective groups of friends and after briefly counselling them to not do it again, exit quietly. Meanwhile, everyone else in bar/schoolyard/workplace etc. stands and claps to show appreciation for a good scrap. After receiving rudimentary medical attention/stitches, both combatants resume normal activities. Upon the end of the evening’s festivities the following conversation occurs on the way out the door:
Guy 1: Fuck, you really got me good in the right eye. Nice work!
Guy 2: Thanks. You fucking lasted a lot longer than I thought you would. Gotta work on my cardio
Guy 1: Good fight. See ya later
Guy 2: Tell your mom I say hi…[/quote]
Hahaha!!
[quote]pushharder wrote:
[quote]DarkNinjaa wrote:
[quote]niksamaras wrote:
[quote]DarkNinjaa wrote:
Every other day. Part of my job.
Last time I punched, as a proper fight, was a motherfucker in a nightclub, a year ago. That fucking perv knocked out one of my girlfriends cold, only because she pushed him away for dancing too close and grabbing her boobs.[/quote]
What are you doing for a living? MMA fighting?[/quote]
Dominatrix
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POIDNH[/quote]
I admire you resilience push. haha
Does an elbow count?? lol
Sadly, not my last face punching experience, but certainly the most fun one to share. I was 21 at the time and it really wasn’t a punch.
I had to just moved back to Orange County 2 days prior after living in Vegas for a year. My buddies took me out to an irish pub that I used to frequent quite a bit to celebrate. Later in the night, my buddies and I were upstairs playing pool when I noticed 2 women sitting at a table below, alone in a pretty packed bar. I knew they would have a swarm of guys around them if I didn’t act fast. I quickly excused myself from the game and headed down. I spent the next 45 minutes or so chatting with my new friends at their table. Some people at the surrounding tables were getting in on the conversations and we were all laughing it up and having a great time. During this period, a few guys tried to do some courting and were shot down. No issues arose though and everyone was actually pretty cool. The next guy though, he was the doozy…
This guy rolls up to the table with a deck of cards and some other magician toolkit crap. He rudely interrupts the conversation and begs for their attention. The girls didn’t seem interested in card tricks, but after he did some prodding, they accepted their fate, knowing they were going to sit through some awesome “magic”. Well, the dude put the cards nearly in my face and said something about picking a card, shortly after he had the girl sitting closest to me pick a card. So, I drew one from the fanned out selection. The guy became outraged, screaming that I ruined the trick and that the girl was supposed to grab a card. I apologized and gave him his card back. He wouldn’t drop it, so I apologized again and suggested that he redo the trick.
Apparently this pissed the guy off and he started saying talking shit and calling me a drunk (to be honest, this was a fair assessment) and making threatening comments. So, I slowly stood up (I would have stumbled over, had I quickly stood up) to suggest we take our argument outside. I was so wasted however, that I didn’t quite grasp the full scope of this guys size until I was standing. I was a good 7 or 8 inches taller than him… I’m only 5 friggin 10! No one wants to beat up a little guy, so I composed myself and apologized again, but in a way that let him know that’s the last apology he’s getting from me. So, this guy gets really brave and shoves me, except, I didn’t budge. Now, my first reaction is to swing and I did, but I caught myself. Mid way through, I stopped the punch, changed my motion and opened my hand. I still didn’t want to beat this guy up, I just wanted the situation to end. So, he took an open hand slap to the face that put him on the ground. The next thing I know the guy is actually crying, everyone is applauding and the bouncers start carrying him out. The bartender said I did everything I could to correct the situation and the guy was just being a huge ass.
After another round, the girls came back to our place to continue the party and the rest of the night turned out to be a blast.