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i've never been in a fight but i always have my folder on me.
but one time i got really mad and actually pulled it out
and tried to go after that girl, but luckily a friend held me back

i always thought to myself if i ever got into a fight i would
wanna get beat up, just to learn a lesson and never fight again.

touge monster

+1 for muay thai

I grew up in Thailand so Muay Thai was something I had to learn and practice (well.. atleast in my family) Never understood why... until i moved here. It saved my life a few times. I don't fight at all unless I am forced to (family/friend/myself in danger, etc).. only happened once or twice thankfully.

touge monster

In terms of the law.. I think it would be alot harder for you because hes a minor..And it stays on your record. (his shit will be erased when he turns 18)

mRclARK1

Truth.

I will NOT fight under any circumstances unless I think my life or well being, or the life or well being of someone else, is in danger. It's just not worth the risk of charges, or injury to yourself, the instigator or bystanders for anything less. Have I ever fought? Yes, and I hated doing so even though I felt it was necessary. There's a huge difference between fighting for pride, honor etc. and fighting for, possibley, your life. The formers are not worth reacting to and turning it into the latter.

As far as martial arts and combative forms and training is concerned. I do it for the physical exercise and enjoyment of learning and training... Never again want to use it on another person.

I am curious to know what some other Zilvians have as far as skill sets and interests go.

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Andrew Bohan

oh i forgot about the time i was riding up to the track, and i had to talk on phone, but the guy in the back seat was hella drunk and wouldn't shut the fuck up so i eventually pulled my knife on him and his dumb ass grabbed the blade. well, when i pulled back it sliced his hand open.

my blade was so sharp he didn't even feel it for like 5 minutes when blood was getting everywhere. my blade didn't have any blood on it AT ALL.

he shut the fuck up after that

OKR_240SX

my only fight was back when I was in highschool. I dont remember what it was really about probably a chick or something stupid.. but it was basically a quick clinch then a knee to the head and he dropped. My buddy decided to step in after he went down and so I stopped. Then ate my sandwich.

LongGrain

ive never been in a fight, and i dont plan to. i really dont see the point in fighting...

ESmorz

You pulled a knife on some random dude?

I've never really been in a fight because I'm a big and really mellow dude and most of the "ghetto" people are chill with me and I don't go around starting shit so there's never any problem.

The one time shit almost got hairy was about a year ago on the beach in Oceanside at about 2 am we had a bonfire going and these fools of about 15 deep come over and pocket check us... There was only 5 of us and they all had blades no doubt so we kept it cool. It got really close to throwing the small dudes in the fire and taking the hatchets to town when they hit one of my buddies for no reason.

Anywho, motherfuckers got scared cause they thought they saw a patrol car and we got into our little 86 corolla and followed them.

They are now serving 3 year sentences hahaha

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Andrew Bohan

nah it was my friend's friend. they're not really that good of friends anymore though.

that dude pissed both of us constantly the whole weekend

ESmorz

Haha well then I guess...

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downshift_sideways

I've been into at least 20 or so 1v1 fights.

Around 4 ring boxing fights

I've jumped into about 10 fights.

About 5 bar fights

Put a few under.

I've pulled knifes and guns only when necessary .

I'm From Colombia, most American's don't really know how we get down out there. I don't take disrespect.
Most of you northern cali peeps know wussup.

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ESmorz

Yeah, knives only escalate things. Fists are one thing... blades and guns are on a whole 'nother level.

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downshift_sideways

I'm on a whole nother level.

I really can't control myself when I get into fights....I just can't stop hitting too much adrenaline. I don't pick fights however.

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ayuaddict

hey anthony. shall we box?

im hella kidding.

im like 120 pounds.

anyhow.

ummm...last fight i was in...

dude hit my car.

ran for it.

chased him down.

he crashed.

he started running on foot.

i ran after him on foot.

and the rest is confidential.

(he didn't land a single hit on me)

downshift_sideways

^No way bruh.

Your a Ninja.

I've had one incident like that. Some stupid Asian guy wanted to pull out from a stop light as I was crossing the intersection. He looked at me and pulled out real fast. I slammed the brakes (had a car in the opposing lane)
I skidded into him, and basically because of him, I broke my silvia corner light, and cracked my fender. When we pulled over, the first thing he said.

"Why you hit me!!"

I just got enraged and punched him in the face, he fell first hit...his wife came out the car screaming at me...I wanted to bitch slap her, but I just got back in my car and drove away.

I still see him all the time. 30 mins later, I drove by with a homie, and saw an ambulance on the same side street.
Don't know what happened. but he sure deserved it.

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Quail

Ut oh, E-thuggery!!!! 22 years old, lol. That was quite entertaining though. Props.

Anyway, to stay on topic. I've been jumped, and done the jumping. Neither is fun. I like to think I've grown out of it.

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mRclARK1

It escalates to the point of an established threat and an obvious intent to seriously physically harm or kill someone. Depending on the nature of the fight before, a fight changes at that point. It gets ugly and dirty.

Not controling yourself is not a good thing.

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downshift_sideways

I can't help it.

It's like. When someone gets angry and swings and hits me.
I feel like they are trying to kill me, so my adrenaline pumps like no other.
So I fight back too...I don't stop because I want them to know how much they fucked up
So the next morning whether they wake up in their bed, or on a hospital bunk they'll know that I meant business.

Now keep in mind again. I do not start fights.

When I was with my last lady...alot of stupid ass beaners would always say stupid shit and try to hollar...I would ignore it ALL.
but when they get to a physical level...It's game fucking over.

Don't disrespect me, my family, my lady, my house or my homies. and we'll be coo.

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flclsteve

1st grade some kid said he was gonna chop my dick off and he had wire cutters. So I came back the next day with a really small pocket knife rumbled for a bit teacher broke us up I hid the knife in my sock he got expelled I think.


Ive been in plenty of fights when i was younger probably been about 2 years since ive had one tho im due.

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RiversideS13

i always tried to step away from danger to avoid fight.... the profession and life style i am pursuing does not allow me to get any record.

but of course i did not get relief of my anger or been described as not fun =(

MikeisNissan

You guys ever beat up a cop before? I have. Knocked his shit.

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mRclARK1

Nah, I never thought you'd start them. You don't come across as such. I used to be like that at one point, where I'd get physical over insults etc. Mostly in my high school days. Now? Hell I've even taken a (weak mind you. haha) punch and walked, it's just not worth it. But if I do fight, and when I have, there has never been any question that I meant business. Because I already knew they did.

I'll do anything and everything to talk down a fight from taking place... Besides submit anything physically that matters IE: "We'll let you go if your girl comes with us"... Like hell I'd let that happen. They can insult me and think I'm a pussy all day though. Won't budge me. I know when push comes to shove, I can more then defend myself, and it will not be in an honorable way at all. That's enough for my pride.

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Dirty Habit

First off you gotta understand how shit happens in Ohio. You drink a lot of whiskey/bourbon and shit is talked, there will be a fight. Thats it.
So..
Dudes at a party across the street talking shit throwing beer bottles at our house. We tell em to fuck off go about our business. Its me, three girls, my 4 housemates and one of my best friends (and his brother) from Cleveland visiting sitting out on the front porch. Three hours go by and theres a knock at the door. We're doing our thing playing some poker, drinking, having fun. Well, Guys from next door standing in a half circle inf ront of the door talking shit. So I calmly tell them to hold on and go back inside and grab everyone. One of my roomates grabs his bat and we head out into the front yard (you gotta understand that if your gonna come over to someones house knock on the door and want to brawl, you better the fuck be prepared for whatever the fuck comes out that door). Dude wanting to throw down is about 6'4..275 at least, just jawing at my 6'0'' roommate thats all of 165lbs.
The night gets really fucked up from here.
Big dude goes after skinny roommate and catches a chest full of louisvilles finest wood work. The kid drops immediately screaming like a little bitch on the ground and my two buddies from Cleveland go fucking nuts and attack two of the guys escorting the larger pussy. I catch a kid going mid-stride into the forray with an elbow to head, he lands on his stomach and I stomped his head into the ground for being a dirty fuck and trying to double team my friend. I look up to see everyone basically paired up scrapping, girls are moving back towards the house and my skinny friend winding up to swing on the fat fuck again.
By now there are people hanging off the balcony's of the surrounding apartment buildings either cheering or simply watching in amazement. Sirens can be heard in the background and I grab the bat from my roomate and hand it back to a girl in the house and start to pull people back inside the house. While I'm grabbing people fat fuck goes staggering by me crying holding his arm and out of nowhere comes one of my buddies and drop kicks the kid from behind and knees fatty in the head putting him out cold on his back in the middle of street.
Now the sirens are really close and Ive gotten everyone but the two brothers from Cleveland back inside the house. I pull them off another cowling kid and wrestle them both back into the house. We look out the front window to see the fat kid dragged by his shirt into their side yard right as the cops come flying down the street and slam to a stop in the middle of the street, right on the spot where fatty once laid, sleeping peacefully. They paused for what seemed like 10 minutes before they flipped the lights again and took off.
Well inside everything isn't cool as my buddys brother is still fucking jacked on adrenaline starts yelling at me for not a helping him fight the last kid out there. Guy starts to get in my face and it happens:
My friend lands a hard right to the jaw of his OWN brother sending blood up the living room wall and onto the ceiling. The sound of his jaw breaking was loud enough that one of the girls came in from the kitchen to see what it was. His brother fell on to the couch with blood pouring from his mouth. Fuck. I knew I was going to have to call the EMS. His brother gets up and tries to play it off, sticks a cig in his mouth only to have it slide out in the steadily increasing stream of blood coming out of his now crooked face.
We gave him a coffee cup and started get people out of the house, he filled up the coffee cup with blood in about two minutes. We called the ems.
At this time a friend of mine who I met in school, who is a foreingn exhange student from Japan, doesnt speak very good english, showed up and walked in to living room and dropped his shit down without saying a word and started cleaning the blood off the walls and trail going into the kitchen. Guy didnt have a fucking clue what was going on, just knew that shit was fucked and he was now part of it. I tried to explain it to him and he just told me not to worry.
Everyone leaves but me and the brother before the cops and the ems arrive. They block off the street and search the house. I tell them that my friend came to visit and was jumped walking from his car which he parked down the street. About 6 minutes later the cops and everyone left, my buddies friend was on a helicopter ride to get his face put back togeather.
Craziest part is my friends brother later sees the fat guy at the same hospital, dude had a cast around his chest and right arm. Talking with the guys across the street a few weeks later we find out he was visiting and recieved two broken ribs, a concussion and a shattered arm.
Since this night I havent talked with my friend from Cleveland or his brother. Ive partied with the guy I stomped out a few times after that, other than their one friend, theyre good people.
Wild turkey makes you do crazy things.
Please believe.

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Quail

LOL. The hospital part of your story reminds me of a similar incident! Friendships were made after the previous fight!

Alcohol does funny things to people

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Mi Beardo es Loco

In Jr. High some cholo kid was trying to pick on my brother who was in crutches at the time. I jumped on him and he was in shock that someone actually was fighting back, lol. I threw a couple punches in before it got broken up. I was fucking pissed. Well, the next morning I got a bathroom pass during one of my classes and seen the kid roaming the halls so I called him over to where I was and pulled him into a hallway, he looked terrified. I punched him in the stomach and gave him a flying knee to the face. Honestly, I thought I killed him. His eyes rolled back and he layed motionless. I ran. I felt really bad because I really thought I killed him. Never seen him again. Never got into another fight outside of the ring. Dabbled in Muai Thai and boxing a little but that's it. Training at Team Quest currently.

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Omarius Maximus

I've had my fair share of stupid crap happen as a bouncer. Needless to say, I don't particularly enjoy fighting, but as a bouncer dealing with a bunch of drunk retards, it's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Regardless, I'm too old to fight out of "honor, or respek, or keepin it realz" or shit like that. If I or someone I care for is in physical danger, then I will operate with extreme prejudice...otherwise, I shrug it off/walk away. There is no point...

2ilvia

5th grades, my best friend gave into the peer pressure of some jocks and tackled me, i started to show him what was up then he grabbed my hair, i was po'd and was gonna destroy him but a teacher started coming towards us so we split, and were cool the next day...

other than that me and my younger brother have fights about every night, fun ones ya know, to keep us on the ball...

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spoolandslide

i understand how some would prefer to keep things nonviolent unless absolutely needed, and i respect that

but i also know how it feels to dominate someone
and there aren't many better feelings out there

when you can look down on someone else that thought they could contest you, rock their shit up and then call em a bitch with a victorious grin, thats when you are glad you threw down

spoolandslide

so you thought he was so annoying that you had to threaten his life with a deadly weapon, while he was drunk and you should be concentrating on the road, to get him to shut up.
he fears for his life tries to disarm you and you slice his hand way the fuck open to show him "whos boss"

is it just me or is that semi rediculous? i mean c'mon

Andrew Bohan

i wasn't driving

he was 100% preventing me from doing what i had to do, and at the same time pissing of my friend who was driving.

and he was 100% not listening to reason.

i did what i did and it worked