Steelasp: Punched in the face!

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I got in a fight last night. It wasn't much of a fight, it was over in 30 seconds, but I've never been in a fist fight before. I don't know exactly how it started. I was pretty drunk. I just remember getting a good wallop in the face. I remember the other guy being on the ground at one point. I think I knocked him down.

I've tried to reconstruct the events based on what some of my friends remember. They say he swung first and hit me, and then I threw him to the ground. In my memory though, he was on the ground first, and then got up and hit me. Have any of you who have been in fights found it difficult to recall the details because of how fast it went down?

It didn't go very far. Basically we each threw a punch and then he turned into a pussy and started hiding behind someone. Then he started talking shit.
"You don't know who you're messing with. All I have to do is make a phone call and all my friends from new york will come down here and kick your ass" he said.

Fucker doesn't have any good enough friends to do that for him. Everyone I know thinks he's an asshat. This guy just rubs me the wrong way. He's an arrogant prick, and every time I see him, he does or says something to piss me off.
I also just have a problem in general with men who hit their girlfriends. She finally, after two years, left the island to get away from his ass. That's a shame, because she was a nice person.

So then I had to escort this douchebag and a friend of mine to his house, so that my friend could collect a bicycle which she bought from the piece of shit's ex girlfriend. He was refusing to let her take it, which may have had something to do with why punches were thrown, but I really don't recall how it started. We almost got into it again, and someone called the police.The police arrived as he was walking down to his house to get the bike. We told them it was all cool, they drove away, the bike was exchanged, and everybody went home.

I have a bit of a fat lip, but that's all. The only thing I can't figure out is that I have a vague memory of swinging first. However, I have no recollection of any reason why I would have wanted to hit him, apart from his general loathsomeness. Also, my hand doesn't hurt, so if I swung first, I missed. And everyone who was there said that he swung at me first, and then I basically just pushed him over on his ass.

So that's the story of my first fight ever. Anyone else got a fight story?
 
Oh my.



Well, there's your problem.



Not really, but I've only been in one drunk-fight.



The guys sounds like a douchebag, and he was probably going to punch someone and you were the most convenient.



I think its cool that your first fight was quick and relatively painless. You also have a war-wound, but it probably looked like a Gumby/claymation fight. Be sure to add more exchanges to the story, and tell it like you were pulled off of the guy after clubbing him in the head with his own shoe.

I've been in a few fights, but I'm no conversational narcissist, and this thread should be about your fight, IMO.
 
I have a fight story:

Guy tried to rape a friend of mine. I beat his ass. He stabbed me in arm. I beat his ass some more.

The end.


Baddest Assest moment ever when everyone there was looking at me like I'm a freak, and I don't know why until I see the blood pouring down my arm.


I'll bet adrenaline helped more than the alcohol, in regards to your 'memory loss' about the fight itself.
 
anyone who needs to call someone to fight for them is a pussy. He cannot fight for himself then you should have a better chance seeming he is a pussy. I always talk to my friends about how we need to hire a camera crew for my birthday night so I can actually see what happened because we can never remember what happened the night before. good idea but maybe expensive.
 
I was in sixth grade; he was in fifth. We wrestled around some on the playground after school. Then he pinned me to the ground and beat me momentarily unconscious. When I awoke to throbbing temples, disorientation and humiliation (all my friends were there watching), I quickly realized I wasn't too good at fighting and never did again.

See? No manliness. :sad:
 
Put the webcam somewhere you know will show alot what you did?
I've never been in a fight,near a few times because of bitches who think they can try anything. I also have once, lost my memory while drinking, I saw no fun in it. I actually think I'm lucky when I was taken by the police or whatever could of happened to me :S I think it's fucking scary to have almost 24hours not knowing what has happened..
 
Damn...first fight?

How old are you?

I've been in too many fights too count and I'm a peaceful guy. I just don't take shit. I've had my ass handed to me and I've whooped ass.
 
My one fight from when I was actually in school, this no class white trash bitch kept picking on this semi-mentally handicapped girl. So we met under the bridge. She brought all her "friends". One of her friends pushed me from behind into the girl. Then the girl slapped me. So I grabbed her by her long hair (put your hair up when you fight girls!) and slammed her head into my knee and then threw her on the ground. Then her "friends" thought they were going to fight me, which I probably would have gotten the shit kicked out of me cuz there were like five of them, but I didn't care. Then the girl I was fighting, her big brother and my cousin (who were friends) kind of "rescued" me from an ass whooping by stepping in. She quit picking on the handicapped girl and all was well with the world.
 
I got a decent fight story,

One night I was with a few of my buddies and we were really drunk and walking home from the bar. We see a McDonald's down the road so we go check it out. Turns out its closed but the drive thru section was still open. We waited for a car to come and when one eventually did I asked the dude if he could order for us and we would give him some cash. He responded to the with an immediate "fuck you!"...so my initial response to that was "suck my motha fuckin dick"...and he decided to get out of the car with his buddy and we got into a heated argument. Now, the friends that are with me, have never been into a fight in their life, so I was planning on acting tough and getting them to back down because we had them 3-2 people. Yet, I'm really drunk so when he got really close to my face talking a bunch of his shit I nailed him with a massive head butt. He then tackled me to the ground, while i was falling I ended up landing on my thumb, and dislocating the fuck out of it. So now that i was on the ground looking at my dislocated thumb, this guy is just feeding me headshots, then he decides to grab my hair and slam the back of my head into the ground. At this point my friends decide that enough was enough and one of my buddies goes and throws the guy off me, only to get tackled by the other idoit. At this point im dazed and I see my friend getting pounded by the same guy that was pounding me, and in the same way, him on top feeding shots. I'm quite angry now, so I line up this dudes face and punt his face like it was a football. At this point he is dripping blood and all of us just go to town on his other idoit friend. Then I decided to let up because my hand was fucking killing me. So we decide to just book it home before any cops or anything showed up.

Had to go to the hospital to fix my thumb, but other then that it was a pretty fun fight and a great story. I'm pretty sure the guys we fought were also drunk seeing as they just wanted to go at it for no reason at all. I think that if I were with some of my friends who know how to fight, I probably wouldn't have gotten any injuries, but shit happens.

:tongue:
 
I get into fist fights with my sister every few years.

Our last fight was when my mother and step-dad were bringing in my bed and dresser that I had inherited.

My sister wanted the dresser that I was moving into the extra bedroom. I said, "No." She said, "It's MINE!"

She acted like she was going to slap me so that I would flinch and she would laugh. As soon as I saw her hand go up, I punched her in the face.

We go to the ground in a cyclone of hair, hands and obscenities. My mother backs into a corner and starts screaming. My step-dad and brother-in-law (my sister's husband) hear the screaming and come running inside. Bro pulls my sister away and my step-dad pulls me away.

We both lost lots of hair and had bite marks on our tits.

My mother said (in her cute southern accent), "Oh my gawd, y'all, do you do that everytime you see eachother? I'm never comin' over there again!"

Yes, the fight was over a dresser, hahaha.

The fist fight we had before that one was on her 19th birthday. My best friend was there for that one. She tried to get in the middle and break it up, she ended up getting punched. I don't remember what that one was about.

Ahhh, good times.
 
Sadly I've been in lots of fights, when I was young I lost them, and when I got older I've yet to lose. Doesn't matter, I am very good at avoiding fights, they're just not fun.

So many moons ago I was in a bar, and a bar fight broke out complete with glasses being thrown and pool cues banging heads. From outside we were told that the German Police were coming (I was in Germany, duh) and so we needed to get out real fast like. So I noticed a guy who had hit a buddy of mine earlier standing near the locked door to the hallway out. (The bartender locked the door and was planning on watching us all get arrested.)

So I hit him in the stomach which doubled him over, then I grabbed him by the back of the jeans and his collar, and used him as a battering ram and plowed him head first through the door. The door, and the guy, went down, and then everybody trampled him while escaping.

I still feel a bit bad about that one. I have no idea what happened to him, and never saw him again. On the other hand they didn't come looking for anyone for murder, so I assume he lived.
 
My first fight (and only) was in high school. There was this guy who had tried to force himself on me and his on again - off again girlfried heard about it. She gets into my face screaming and I just snapped. I don't remember hitting her after the first time but I guess I just kept hitting her til she hit the ground and even then people had to pull me off of her. We got suspended for three days but she never came back to school.

I have never since felt an anger so intense and it scared the shit out of me. I sat for like a half an hour just having the shakes.


EDIT: Oh, wait, I did have a fun fight. My brother and I got into it a couple of years ago. You need to know he is this skinny short guy, I am not this big bad ass by no means. He probobly out weighs me by only 20, 25 pounds.

We started slap boxing for fun. I got a pretty good stinger in and I guess that pissed him off. So now things are starting to get serious and it turns into kind of a wresting/ pushing match. We started out on his front deck, rolling around his yard, across the street into the field and back to his yard. I end up grabbing him by the back of his shirt and push him face first into the back of his car giving him a black eye and bloody nose. We decided to stop then, things were going to far. Oh, and yes we had been drinking when this happened.
 
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