Freepers discuss the last fight they were in. The thread is fun, but IMO not the usual Freeper level of crazy - it's got about the same proportion of tall tales, hazily self-aggrandizing memories, and complete lies that I've experienced whenever this subject comes up.
So what if it's more simple voyerism than the usual horrors we enjoy, it's fun!
You can tell they're Freeper stories because many, like JPX2011, mention the race:
Last fight for me was in 1995. The 10th grade. Mexican wannabe thug decided to try and jump me on the bus. I maneuvered out of the way, thew him onto the seat, and proceeded to pummel his face until the bus driver intervened. After that point the scrawny bespectacled white kid was known on the bus as “Rocky.”Badass mindburglar is still getting in fights, guys!
Suspended for a week. It was worth it. Had no problem throughout the remainder of High school. Today, I would be expelled an arrested.
Yesterday. I learned I still got it...Gun lovers like alloysteel are another Freep giveaway:
Old age is why God created reason.A gun turned buckalfa's misunderstanding into a near death situation, haw haw!
Unreasonable people are why men created guns.
Don’t p*ss off an old guy.
He will just shoot you. End of fight.
At age 64 I reacted to a situation I thought was threatening to a neighbor. My temper took over and I touched the supposed perp who turned out to be the neighbor's 17 year old grandson. Long story short, the supposed perp's father (off duty deputy sheriff) was kind enough to withdraw his 9mm from my ear and assist me up off of the ground.Now here's an old standby I've heard - real saxophonist's steely gaze is how he beat bullies:
In high school, a guy said he was going to beat me up after school. I said to him, right in front of teachers and everybody, why after school? How about RIGHT NOW? He just kinda went away, and never bothered me again. And I didn't care if he was a football player and I was a band geek, I was going to put him in the hospital if need be. And I think he knew that.beware, Thorliveshere only looks wimpy!
College. A “friend” thought he could take me (he had a good 30 lbs. on me), and I held him in a position he couldn’t get out of. I learned that I’m not as weak as I think I am sometimes, and that people underestimate me.ICCtheWay is a bit in the tall tales area, methinks:
Last fight - in a bar 12 years ago ... guy less than half my age ... smashed him with am elbow after he grabbed me from behind - then pummeled him - he was on the floor - I left.Popman suckerpunched some kid in middle school:
Encounter with a young doctor who found out his G/F was messing with me while he was out of town... He slammed me from behind on a club dance floor ... Elbow to the face ... he was on the floor. I left.
Cocktail lounge - some guy jumped up yelling at me - because some gal told him I was a jerk (she was having hallucinations thinking I was her ex-husband)... While he was threatening me - I gave him two jabs to the face - he was on the floor ... I left.
I have never ever started a fight... But I learned how to end them
Last fight was in 5th or 6th grade when I went to new school...waiting for the school bus...cripplecreek knows every time is a good time to bash Muslims!
Kid called the girl I liked a name, I told him to take it back...
He said make me...
Three punches right to the face, he was on his butt and all the fight was out of him...
Little did he know my twin brother and I fought all the time...bare knuckle brawls...
In the mideast its usually an angry wife who starts and finishes the fight.There's no shortage of humility. I liked Ronin, mostly for the idiom he used:
Singapore, during my Navy days. I learned that my canary ass can’t cover the bets made by my alligator mouth when I have been drinking tequila. Which is why I no longer drink tequila.Cap'n Crunch boasts how he's always super-aware, not like you guys!
During 30 years of law enforcement I have been in more fights that I can remember. I came into the job not knowing any martial arts and was relatively strong from lifting weights. In my first two fights I realized that strength was not enough, people on drugs and or mentally disturbed could be a real problem.over the weekend clamper1797 just doing some MMA sparring, like ya do:
I ended up finding a judo school and went for 8 years. This helped me tremendously. I also studied some Korean karate, Sombo and Jiu Jitsu.
With all that said I know I am not the baddest man on the planet. I have learned a few things from these encounters.
First, my Judo instructor (who was also a police officer) used to tell us “Attack when attacked.” I used this principle throughout my career. Anybody crazy enough to attack you may be crazy enough to kill you.
I also subscribe to two other ‘maxims’ I learned from the military. SAS. Speed, Aggression and Surprise. And this gem: ‘Be polite, be professional but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.’ Thank you Marine Corps.
Use the color wheel police use: White: relaxed, no worries. I am rarely in this area. Yellow: heightened awareness (I’m usually here ALL the time. Orange: Something has caught your attention and you need to keep an eye on it. Red: Threat/threats.
Most people walk around in the “White” zone. Criminals look for this.
Sunday ... 50 years of traditional martial arts training beats 2 years of MMA training in a no rules fight every time.And in the complete lies category, you have tacticalogic
Training session sparring
Wasn't exactly a fight, but it probably could have turned into one. Leaving a crowded bar, there's three guys down by the end of the bar to my left, two facing me and one in front of them with his back to me talking to the other two. All three are bigger than I am, but I'm only about 125 lbs. As I come up on them, one of the pair facing me looks at me and shoves the one with his back to me right into my path.Complete and detailed explanation of each move he made? Yep, that's BS. A slightly different style of the same deal is usual suspect, who prefers to name the moves used, so you know it's official:
I reached out with my left hand, put 2 fingers into his back right next to a shoulder blade and pushed. He straighten right up and started cussing and moving trying to get away from it, so I just kind of swept my arm at the should to keep him moving away from me while I headed for the door. I threw a quick look at the other two as I passed and they backed away about a half step, like they didn't quite know what to make of that. I just kept going.
I was 49, some punk 1/2 my age tried to give me the “flying superman punch” sucker punch to my face. I got my Green belt in 1968 and managed to see him ‘flying” with my peripheral vision. Outward circular block and then I pummeled his face as he tried to take me down to the ground. I got tendonitis from hitting his face so many times. He got me on the ground, asked me a philosophical question “how’s that feel bitch”. I grabbed his neck with both hands, pulled his head down with all my might, rolled him over so all that was sticking out of the water was his nose, and pummeled him so hard that I had to be pulled off before I killed him...”effin bully.
After 39 years, I went back and got my Black belt in Tae Kwon do, took a year of Aikido, 9 months of Iaido.