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Who remembers their first fist fight???

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posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 04:51 PM
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Another thread made me think of this...do you remember the first time you ever went to fisticuffs? I do.

It was in 6th grade at recess. The weekend before I'd gotten bullied by a kid on my bike riding to the store, and I'd gotten the lecture from Dad about standing up for yourself, not letting bullies push you around. I'd punked out, and Dad was pissed.

The next week at school we were out at recess and we were playing a game of basketball outside on the court. Ken McGrath was a playground bully and he was hogging the ball, and I was getting pissed. He started talking some smack (you know, the usual.."what're ya gonna do about it?"...stuff). I told my buddy's I was gonna' bust him in the head. They warned me not to do it, Ken was tough and worse, he had a really hard head!

I went up for a shot and Ken just lumbered into me and stole the ball. That's it! I shoved him; he shoved me back and ... **BOOM** I busted him right in the side of the head with my right hand. He went down, but got up and was just standing there, silent. I was hoping he wasn't going to swing back, and he didn't, because my hand really hurt. Turns out Ken McGrath really DID have a VERY hard melon! His head was like punching a bowling ball! I shoved him again, and told him to back up, which he did. By this time Mrs. Robinson (the recess lady) had showed up and had both of us by the ear. We both got carted off to the principal's office, (Mrs. Greene). Mrs. Green asked what happened and I fessed up...I started it, but Ken was being a jerk. Oh, and my hand really hurts.

LOL...I broke my freaking hand on Ken's hard friggin' head! And I had to play in hockey tryouts with a cast on my hand for the next 6 weeks. Turned out the cast worked really good for clobbering guys on the ice and I got on a really good team, so all's well that ends well I guess! LOL!

Ken and I became great friends for many years after that. And, he never hogged the basketball again!

Anyway, that was my story. What's yours?
edit on 12/13/2019 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)




posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 05:03 PM
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a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I do it was with a wet comic strip I kicked it's ass but
I left with some tattoo's big time.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 05:24 PM
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I told a guy at a party (college years) I wouldn't put up with him patting random ladies backsides anymore that night.
The ensuing wrestling match (how most physical altercations end up) ended the party.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 05:37 PM
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6th Grade for me too. Close to the same story as you, except Terry and I had been pushing each other for years through elementary school. That day wouldn't be the last time we fought, but it was the last time we ever shoved each other.

Playing basketball at lunch and I grabbed a rebound and came down with it. He trucked me. Straight up ran through me. I was on my back and smacked my head on the asphalt and was a bit dazed for a moment. When I gathered myself and saw who it was, I just said "fk it" and went at him. When I went toward him he lunged to push me and get knocked me off balance and all I could manage was a weak flail at his head. This was the first time we ever escalated that. It connected, sure, but by the measure it was the weakest punch any person had ever thrown at anyone, ever. He swung back and missed and was off balance. I reared back and hit him as hard as I could straight in the face. I got his nose and upper lip. Instant pain on my knuckles and he was bleeding already. One shot from me did nothing, the other broke his nose and knocked a tooth out. He stopped there and we were both escorted to the principal's office.

That was it for the next 2 years, until we ended up playing baseball against each other in little league. I was rounding third coming home, and he was catching. He had me dead to rights, and I was too slow to beat the throw, so I put my shoulder into his chest to send him down. It didnt work, and I laughed a bit until he got up and started swinging. We both swung wildly and connected on a few, but neither of us did any real damage to each other. After we were separated by the umpire and our teams and coaches, we were kicked out of the league for fighting.

A year later we suited up for football on the same team. He was weak side LB, I was middle LB. We had to work together and eventually put our garbage behind us to do some great things together as a team. We were finally becoming friends and even laughed about the crap we had put each other through during our earlier years. We won our championship title our senior year and celebrated accordingly.

Terry died a few months later in a car accident and I had the opportunity to speak at his memorial, which I took. I spoke about a guy who I'd known for 12 years, and though we didn't really understand each other all that well when we were younger, we had become friends through some weird twists of fate. He was a good dude and is still missed some 20 years later.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 05:45 PM
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originally posted by: Flyingclaydisk
Another thread made me think of this...do you remember the first time you ever went to fisticuffs? I do.

It was in 6th grade at recess. The weekend before I'd gotten bullied by a kid on my bike riding to the store, and I'd gotten the lecture from Dad about standing up for yourself, not letting bullies push you around. I'd punked out, and Dad was pissed.

The next week at school we were out at recess and we were playing a game of basketball outside on the court. Ken McGrath was a playground bully and he was hogging the ball, and I was getting pissed. He started talking some smack (you know, the usual.."what're ya gonna do about it?"...stuff). I told my buddy's I was gonna' bust him in the head. They warned me not to do it, Ken was tough and worse, he had a really hard head!

I went up for a shot and Ken just lumbered into me and stole the ball. That's it! I shoved him; he shoved me back and ... **BOOM** I busted him right in the side of the head with my right hand. He went down, but got up and was just standing there, silent. I was hoping he wasn't going to swing back, and he didn't, because my hand really hurt. Turns out Ken McGrath really DID have a VERY hard melon! His head was like punching a bowling ball! I shoved him again, and told him to back up, which he did. By this time Mrs. Robinson (the recess lady) had showed up and had both of us by the ear. We both got carted off to the principal's office, (Mrs. Greene). Mrs. Green asked what happened and I fessed up...I started it, but Ken was being a jerk. Oh, and my hand really hurts.

LOL...I broke my freaking hand on Ken's hard friggin' head! And I had to play in hockey tryouts with a cast on my hand for the next 6 weeks. Turned out the cast worked really good for clobbering guys on the ice and I got on a really good team, so all's well that ends well I guess! LOL!

Ken and I became great friends for many years after that. And, he never hogged the basketball again!

Anyway, that was my story. What's yours?


2nd grade, shortly after my first kiss.

Kinda funny how that theme kept popping up in my life.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 05:52 PM
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a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

My first fight wasn't really a "fight", per se. In 1967, I was six years old when a new kid moved to our block. Our neighborhood was full of kids and when the older kids found out the new kid was my age (we even shared the same birthday), they decided that I had to initiate him into the block. They set up a ring on the neighbor's front lawn and made us go at it. We were both scared (more scared of the big kids than each other) and knew we had to do it. We both got in a few good shots then I hit him in the gut and he went down crying. The older kids were satisfied and welcomed him in. We ended up good friends, by Junior High his antics earned him the nickname Heckler and we're still friends. Me and Heck both ended up married with homes back in our old hood and raised our families 3 blocks apart. Even if we don't see each other that often, we still wish each other happy birthday on our day.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 05:52 PM
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a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

Never been in one, although in middle school I grabbed the shirt of the guy who was bullying and acted like I was gonna lay him out, and that bastard was terrified. The coach saw it and was like "You knocked that guy the F out, I saw it!" and that poor bully bastard actually thought he had been hit.

Of course, in high school we used to drink tequila late at night and have friendly fist-fight brawls in the street just for fun, but there was never any animosity, just drunken fun. Fight club before fight club.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 06:01 PM
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Walk softly, but carry a big stick.
Been walking over three decades and haven't yet had to take to percussive cranial maintenance of anyone.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 06:28 PM
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My first real fight was with some sort of behemoth demon monster. I was 13 and at the stoned crow in fremantle, having drunk copious amounts of mulled wine... things happened and some beastly creature was having a go at one of the people we were with, so I stood up and it was on... punches were thrown, and so I was I, at the walls, the tables, I punched this guy relentlessly in the nuts and he just growled at me with wild blood shot eyes and proceeded to break my nose...

It was like fighting thanos.

Well, I say fight... more of a he beat snot out of me... well I say snot, it was more like a lot of blood.

And then when it was all over, we sat down and had more mulled wine together. Was a good night.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 06:32 PM
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My worst fight was in college. I was a Tae Kwon Do red belt (with a black stripe). I transferred from my dojo to a new one where the wife of my sensei was the instructor. She was a 1st degree black belt. She was HOT!! WAY HOT!! She also had some other suitors away from hubby.

So this one night I got into a local gym competition where there was no one else in my weight class, so I had to move up two belts. I was red with black, and I was competing, full contact, against a 2nd degree black (and this guy really liked this gal instructor). I thought we were fighting for points, and all of a sudden this guy gets me with a solid backfist, kick, punch to the face. He broke my nose (again) so that didn't hurt to bad, but as I was getting up this guy let's me have it with a cheap shot to the chin and a spinning back kick to the side of the head. WOW!! Still, I got up and am ready to bow, and this sorry bitch punches me in the face and tries to sweep me! I freaked out and tackled the dude and started pounding on him MMA style! F# him!

Cute girl tries to break us up, as do several others, but I'm pissed! I've got this guy on the mat, and now somebody is gonna' get hurt! He actually tried to hit me in the THROAT!! F#'n LOSER! I chicken winged him and started busting his head with my elbow. By this time "sensei" chick is going crazy because her house is out of control, so I punched him in the quad (HARD), hammered his ribs and let go.......and boy, you know I stood up ready to fight!!!

I hate bullies, I like to fight. I have no issue with stupid people. Just better be tough!!



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 06:44 PM
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a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I used to do Tae Kwon Do... got to brown belt 2 black tips, was 3 months away from getting black belt, and god damn it, I got a wry neck and couldn't move... I hate my spine..


6 days a week training, 2 hours every night, 1 and a half every saturday.. I lived and breathed it... man I miss those days..



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 07:24 PM
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a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I was a kid, new in town.

Was flirting with the hot blond at school when a gang of other kids from Cobra-Kai Karate school jumped me and beat me senseless.

A kindly janitor named Mister Miagi taught me to wax on and wax off.

I turned him into the cops for being a perv, sold the Karate gang some bad weed.

They were driving, hit a guardrail and flipped the car.

No one died, but they all ended up in homes and wheelchairs.

I also dumped the stuck-up blond.

*sigh*

Good times. . . . . . goo-ood times. . . . . . .



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 07:43 PM
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originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I was a kid, new in town.

Was flirting with the hot blond at school when a gang of other kids from Cobra-Kai Karate school jumped me and beat me senseless.

A kindly janitor named Mister Miagi taught me to wax on and wax off.

I turned him into the cops for being a perv, sold the Karate gang some bad weed.

They were driving, hit a guardrail and flipped the car.

No one died, but they all ended up in homes and wheelchairs.

I also dumped the stuck-up blond.

*sigh*

Good times. . . . . . goo-ood times. . . . . . .


If you go back and think real hard you will realize that you were the bad guy of the story....lol



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 07:48 PM
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a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I got my butt kick in 4rd grade by a kid named Jack.
I say kid but only chronologically...
He was nearly six foot tall.
160 lbs..
Probably shaved regularly...
Dumb as a bag of rocks.

But when you put the dumbest lion in a cage with the smartest chicken you still get mcnuggets.

I hear he's still a dick...
edit on 13-12-2019 by Bluntone22 because: (no reason given)



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 08:11 PM
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Yeah, as a 20yr old rocker-guitarist white n grey blond streaked long hair when some plowboy on a Friday night asked me to dance.

He swung, I ducked, he didnt...down he went, came up as I swung again and connected. "No.thanks, sir. I don't dance", and he came up again. This time I caught his elbow and said "Sir! Man! We got tomorrow night n it's Saturday!". That ended that.

Prob not as a match of sorts....



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 08:24 PM
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originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: Flyingclaydisk

I was a kid, new in town.

Was flirting with the hot blond at school when a gang of other kids from Cobra-Kai Karate school jumped me and beat me senseless.

A kindly janitor named Mister Miagi taught me to wax on and wax off.

I turned him into the cops for being a perv, sold the Karate gang some bad weed.

They were driving, hit a guardrail and flipped the car.

No one died, but they all ended up in homes and wheelchairs.

I also dumped the stuck-up blond.

*sigh*

Good times. . . . . . goo-ood times. . . . . . .


Don't you DARE talk about Elizabeth Shue like that... she doesn't even poop, she's just perfection.

When did the part happen where you hoverboarded and they crashed into manure truck though? That was the best bit.

Wait... wrong movie.. :/



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 08:26 PM
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I don't remember my first fight because I've been involved in many of them since a little boy, but it should've started somewhere around 5 or so years old. I was raised in a tough neighborhood and around 10 years old it got so bad that people would gather around me to see my fist fights.

One time I fought with two guys and I laid them on the ground, but another time I got hit so bad that I lost my consciousness -- while I was on the ground somebody kicked me in the head and my head hit the concrete sidewalk and everything blacked out around me.

Due to a lack of maturity on our part, we, the kids in the neighborhood started a game challenge, who could hit any brick wall with their forehead to show who had the hardest head, headbutting the wall basically. Then blue bumps would show up and pain too. But didn't last long, as far as I remember, and yes, stupid is, stupid does.

Violence was a common theme around me, especially from early childhood until about 13 years old. After that I kinda limited myself to a few close friends and stayed out of any potential trouble, paying more attention to the school.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 08:33 PM
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I remember my first fist fight. It is almost exactlly like my memory of my first skydive.

My first fistfight, I was six years old, and it was a jumble of imagines that flashed before me, and I chose to hit several of them.

My first skydive was a lot like that -- it was a jumble of still images in which I chose to make certain actions that I had been trained to do, and when the chute failed, I fell at Terminal Speed, or nearly so, and I recalled my training, which had been ingrained for more than three hours. I fell, and I counted to five slowly, and I cut the primary loose and pulled the reserve five seconds later, and then landed five seconds later. I always landed well, even with a backup round chute.

People nowadays think that fistfights are as they are depicted in western movies. Everyone gets hit and they later all belly up the the bar and buy their new buddies a drink. Fistfights have always been and are still a serious thing. They can result in a death.



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 08:41 PM
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originally posted by: argentus
a reply to: Flyingclaydisk


People nowadays think that fistfights are as they are depicted in western movies. Everyone gets hit and they later all belly up the the bar and buy their new buddies a drink. Fistfights have always been and are still a serious thing. They can result in a death.


Fistfights I have seen are a punch or two resolving into grappling (wrestling). Are there some areas that decide to punch back and forth without trying to control the body of the opponent?



posted on Dec, 13 2019 @ 08:47 PM
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Yes. There are some groups of people that choose to inflict dire damage when engaged in a fistfight.


edit on 13/12/19 by argentus because: *choose*



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