Ever Been In A Bar Fight?

[John Galt]

If so, how long ago was it and what were the circumstances?

[Heisenberg]

I was out with a group of friends a few months ago, when my friend accidently bumped into this guy at the bar. He turned around with his cronies and started acting like a total dick. They one of his dumb fuck friends threw a punch and it all started from there.

It only lasted about a minute or so cause the bouncers came and broke it up. We were gonna get threw out on our ass, until luckily the rest of the bar started to tell the bouncers what actually happened. The bouncers then threw out those cunts and we were left to have an awesome night.

[Reigh Kaufman]

Yeah.

My friend was sick - not alcohol related; he had leukaemia - and a group of guys started taking the piss out of him in the toilets when he was throwing up. One of my mates swung a punch at them in the main bar and the fight was on. As it was a 21st birthday party, there was a lot of us and it actually ended with police dogs and a bunch of vans.

I ended up petting the Alsatians that were brought in to break up the trouble and nobody punched me. Score!

But, yeah, it was like a Western for twenty minutes.

[John Galt]

This actually happened on the eve of St. Patricks Day(fittingly). Some big bald guy came in to the bar and claimed that he was the lead "sister" Boggs from Shawshank Redemption. He looked A LOT like him; but I knew it wasn't him.

My friend imdb'ed his ass on his phone and called him out on it. The actor's name as you well know is Mark Rolston. This guy's name was Steve or something like that.

The Boggs imposter threw a punch, hitting my friend in the eye. Then he got him in a headlock and was about to precede to pummel him. I jumped in and tagged the guy in the face. He tossed my friend aside and came after me. This guy was BIG so I picked up a chair and charged him with it. Big mistake. His reach was so long that he tagged me over the chair. I dropped it and he mostly tagged me as I couldn't get out of his reach.

Luckily, the bouncer came and broke it up. I was actually waiting for my friend to get back into it while him and I were trading shots. But my friend was out of it and he got a really wicked black eye from it.
I luckily, was only achey for the next couple days.

[Reigh Kaufman]

This actually happened on the eve of St. Patricks Day(fittingly). Some big bald guy came in to the bar and claimed that he was the lead "sister" Boggs from Shawshank Redemption. He looked A LOT like him; but I knew it wasn't him.

My friend imdb'ed his ass on his phone and called him out on it. The actor's name as you well know is Mark Rolston. This guy's name was Steve or something like that.

The Boggs imposter threw a punch, hitting my friend in the eye. Then he got him in a headlock and was about to precede to pummel him. I jumped in and tagged the guy in the face. He tossed my friend aside and came after me. This guy was BIG so I picked up a chair and charged him with it. Big mistake. His reach was so long that he tagged me over the chair. I dropped it and he mostly tagged me as I couldn't get out of his reach.

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I can't decide if this is the best or worst ever reason to fight in a bar.

"And I'm telling you, I was Boggs!"

"Liar! You dirty fucking liar!"

LOL.

[Abbie Normal]

Been in a few movie fights.

[John Galt]

Been in a few movie fights.

Do tell.:)

[Abbie Normal]

Do tell.:)

My first fight was when I was younger and watching Batman Returns. This one jerk was kicking my chair the whole time and I said something a couple times, but he kept going. After the movie, my friend and I (while waiting for mom to pick us up) walked up to him and my friend just punched one of his friends in the face. I was surprised he did that so fast. I then got punched in the face. Then my mom pulled up to us and started yelling at everyone. They ran and I never got a chance to swing back.

Years later, I was watching that stupid movie Vertical Limit and it was opening night and there were a lot of gang types there. I don't know what happened, but half way through the movie one guy ran over to the guy two rows ahead of me and started kicking his ass. Next thing I know there are like 20 black guys hitting everyone. I had two fight my way of the theater. I got hit a few times and hit a few people a few times. Never did finish the movie.


The last fight I was watching The Day After Tomorrow with my girlfriend and some drunk dumb fuck spilled his entire soda on my girl and I. Then he blamed my girlfriend for tripping him and got loud. I had to stop her from hitting him and I grabbed him and dragged him into the lobby. He was much smaller than I was and I was not about to hit him. An usher saw me and him and quickly got a manager. Those two came over and we were just standing there quiet. I told him what happened and it was clear the little guy was drunk. My girl was in the bathroom cleaning up came out and started yelling at the guy. Crazy bitch! The drunk guy pointed his finger at me, telling me to put my bitch in check. I forget the sequence from this point, but in the end he was arrested for drunken disorderly and the cops told me to say to them that "he tripped". So the guy apparently tripped and ended up with a bloody face and we ended up with a gift certificate for $100. Never spill soda on a girl's hair.

[John Galt]

That last one was pretty nice. You still with that chick?

As for the others, that is why I will be catching the early matinee of Public Enemies instead of watching it with Public Enemy!

[Homyrrh]

My first fight was when I was younger and watching Batman Returns. This one jerk was kicking my chair the whole time and I said something a couple times, but he kept going. After the movie, my friend and I (while waiting for mom to pick us up) walked up to him and my friend just punched one of his friends in the face. I was surprised he did that so fast. I then got punched in the face. Then my mom pulled up to us and started yelling at everyone. They ran and I never got a chance to swing back.

Years later, I was watching that stupid movie Vertical Limit and it was opening night and there were a lot of gang types there. I don't know what happened, but half way through the movie one guy ran over to the guy two rows ahead of me and started kicking his ass. Next thing I know there are like 20 black guys hitting everyone. I had two fight my way of the theater. I got hit a few times and hit a few people a few times. Never did finish the movie.


The last fight I was watching The Day After Tomorrow with my girlfriend and some drunk dumb fuck spilled his entire soda on my girl and I. Then he blamed my girlfriend for tripping him and got loud. I had to stop her from hitting him and I grabbed him and dragged him into the lobby. He was much smaller than I was and I was not about to hit him. An usher saw me and him and quickly got a manager. Those two came over and we were just standing there quiet. I told him what happened and it was clear the little guy was drunk. My girl was in the bathroom cleaning up came out and started yelling at the guy. Crazy bitch! The drunk guy pointed his finger at me, telling me to put my bitch in check. I forget the sequence from this point, but in the end he was arrested for drunken disorderly and the cops told me to say to them that "he tripped". So the guy apparently tripped and ended up with a bloody face and we ended up with a gift certificate for $100. Never spill soda on a girl's hair.
Heh, cops can be quite the trip sometimes.

[the_sneaker]

Back in the summer of 2002, I was hanging out with my best friend at the time (actually, he was the guy who introduced me to JoBlo.com). He was always one of those guys who thrived on being in crazy situations, not necessarily because he was a glutton for punishment, he just enjoyed telling the story later on.

Anyway, we're driving around my old neighborhood and stop at a park. While there, we see a few guys who we had gone to school with and never liked much. And 'guys' is kind of an understatement; they may have been 16, but holy Christ, they were built like Mack Trucks. So, my buddy and I are just chilling at the park when these guys come up to us and start giving us shit. Me being me, I'm halfway to the car because I can smell a beating coming. But my buddy just stands his ground and starts throwing the insults right back.

Before any punches are thrown, I grab him and take him back to the car. As I start it up, the radio comes to life and Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up" is playing. My buddy just gets that crazy look in his eye and says, "Wouldn't it be badass to fuck them up while this song is playing?" I shook my head and told him it be more like wouldn't it suck if we got our asses kicked while this song was playing? Unfortunately, he didn't listen. He simply turned the radio volume up as high as it could go, jumped out of the car, and sucker punched one of the dudes in the face....


I may have gotten the living shit beat out of me that day, but my buddy's point still rang true. It did turn out to be a funny story to tell.

[Heisenberg]

Sneaker, It's a pity you got your ass kicked. Cause winning to that song would of been Epic.

[the_sneaker]

Sneaker, It's a pity you got your ass kicked. Cause winning to that song would of been Epic.

I know right? Two underdogs, who look like a stiff breeze could blow them over, manage to summon Bruce Banner-like strength and beat the hell out of a group of jocks to Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up" sounds a helluva lot better.

Still, though, seven years later it still makes for a funny as hell story.

[Frosty_86]

Ive never been in a bar fight but Ive broken up a few. One was just completely ridicolous because one guy drunk stumbling all over the place and bumped in to this other guy and then a few minutes later when the other guys buddies showed up and the drunk guy was standing in front of the door at the bar and the guy just walks up and fuckin sucker punches the guy. And the guys fuckin moanin layin on the ground and his buddies are ready to fight and they were outnumbered too, there was 3 of them and 7 of the other guys buddies. My friend just looks at me and he said were gonna have to go over there arent we and I said yep. So we jump in and by this time the bar staff still hasnt come out. The guys are yellin at eachother and me and my buddy are tryin to get the bigger group of guys inside and the bar staff finally comes out and said that they needed to leave. So the big group of guys left, actually the bartender ran them off with a baseball bat while the others picked their buddy off the floor. Then the rest of the night those guys bough me and my friends drinks all night, that was pretty cool.

One time me two of my friends helped out the bouncers at a titty bar and then the club gave us free drinks dance a peice the rest of the night

I cant even really say this was fight cuz it involved my drunk ass (who didnt even know what the fuck was goin on) and some dude suckerpunching me and three of his buddies kicking me while I was down. It happened at my high school graduation party, big ass fuckin field party. These guys apparently were like 25 26 years old so they had no business being there. I woke up the next morning big ass bruse on my head and a chipped tooth with no memory of it at all except for what friends told me.

[Highspeed]

I was at an event with my cousin and his old car club awhile back, we were sittin their drinking and he spotted an ex of his sisters standin a few feet behind us and lets just say the ended on pretty bad terms. Well my cousin kept lookin back at him with that death stare in his eye, and I was in a mood for a fight so I asked him if he planned on doing anything.

So a couple minutes goes by and he tells me to look back in about 5 minutes and before I say cool he takes off running, so when I look back the first thing I see my cousins ex fallin backwards pretty much in slow motion but I think that was the alcohol. So naturally his brothers get involved (each one I was on good terms with when this guy was dating my cousin)...man we got our asses wooped but we did some pretty good licks in.

[Mopar Fanatic]

About four years ago I'm at this bar with a few of my friends... and this girl who is accompanying me. It's a grimy dive bar (just the way I like it) with a bunch of scrubs everywhere with black Misfits shirts and unwashed hair. So, I'm with four friends. One dude, Will, is fucking rocked out (only about 5'9" but probably 230 or so). Dave is similarly sized. Tommy, my homeboy from wayback is about 5'11, 210. Then this guy JP is just a pudgy kid. I'm 6'1, and at the time about 220 or so. All of us are strong, athletic dudes, with the exception of JP, who is a non-factor. Anyway, enough introduction.

Will is going around the bar all night breaking dudes up every time they get in each other's faces. People he doesn't know, he would roll up, grab them and say "Guys... we're trying to have a good time... chill the fuck out..." and shove them in opposite directions. That's just Will. And he's a big Samoan looking dude and has scars all over his face, so people would always listen.

Anyway, due to his antics (which I highly disagreed with... if scrubs want to fight, let 'em fight), all of the drunken animosity in the room was directed toward our group by the end of the night. So we're outside the bar around closing, and one of these scrubs comes walking up to Will talking shit. Will is wasted and doesn't realize at this point that a fight is already a given. The guy is rolling up with about 15-20 of his black-shirted friends. Anyway, their leader walks up to Will and gets in his face with "What the fuck dude?? Why were you in my man's face earlier???" Meanwhile, Drunken Will is just trying to tell the guy "Bro, I was trying to break up the fight! Go home... I'm not trying to fight you..."

Naturally, the guy just throws a sucker punch from the bleachers and catches Will clean. I had positioned myself next to them because I saw this coming from the beginning. I grabbed the guy (natural reaction), and threw him to the ground. He happened to be positioned in a way that just let me take clean, hard shots to his face, and I was stronger than him and he couldn't get out. So I drilled him 7-8 times, smashing his nose with one of them. As soon as we hit the ground, about a dozen dudes swarmed me and were trying to pull me off and/or kick at me. Fortunately, they were doing pro-wrestling stomps instead of soccer kicks and they weren't doing shit to me. Finally, one of them fishhooks me and, despite my attempts to bite his finger, pulls me off his boy, who is fucked up by this point.

They are all throwing punches at me at this point, so I just covered up and backed my way out of the group to get my bearings. I turn around and find a dude running at me. I duck his drunken haymaker, and shove him away. Another guy is right behind him, with the same move (running drunken haymaker). So I duck under that, wrap him up and fucking crush this dude into the concrete with a suplex. It was hard enough that everyone just stopped for a second. He was hurt so I got up and soccer kicked him in the head.

At this point, the team of bouncers rolled out and put themselves between us. Here is the best part:

When I took their leader down, and was getting swarmed, I was thinking "Where the fuck is everyone else?!?" Turns out, Will, who got rocked hard at the beginning, fell back and slammed his head on a tree, and it took him some time to get up and jump in. Tommy, who has a blood clot in his brain right now, is taking medication that makes his blood so thin that it is pink, was reluctant to get in it. Dave, who I had just met that night, said he was "afraid he was going to get stuck with an AIDS needle", stayed completely out of it. WTF? Yeah... and JP was just standing there watching it all. So I basically took on 15-20 guys by myself and came out with only a little cut on the inside of my mouth from the fish hook, and a ripped shirt... And I crushed two of them.

In conclusion, I needed better back up.

[John Galt]

Awesome!

Keep the stories comin'.

[Preston_79]

I'll let it be known first that I absolutely hate fighting, and think guys that go out looking for fights always need backup and are insecure cowards. Least that's my opinion.

Last year I was having a drink at the bar with a roommate and two of his friends. All three of them are much larger than me, two of them were lineman at Boise State a few years back and one of them was a lineman for the Detroit Lions for only one season. Anyway, they're all huge accept me. I'm about 5'10" 185lbs.

For whatever reason there was some tension at the bar between us and a group of a few other guys. Not sure how it started, probably over someone looking at someone the wrong way or something dumb like that. There were a few mild comments exchanged, and that looked to be where it would end. Half hour when a couple of my group were having a smoke outside all hell broke loose. This other group was also outside and there were at least ten of them now and they just started whooping all kinds of ass. The largest in the my group ended up with his eyes just about swollen shut and needed stitches on his bald head. My roommate, had his jaw split right down the middle of his chin. His jaw was wired shut for a month and a half. They were pretty much ambushed. Me and the other guy only made it outside after the action had begun and aside from a ringing headache, I came out unscathed. I was was kicked in the head after I tackled the guy kicking my roommates head.

All I have to say is just because you're bigger doesn't mean you can't lose especially if you're outnumbered. I think my roommate is much more humble as a result. Lesson learned. Apparently the guys who kicked our asses had a history of doing this to others at the bars. Also I found out that kicking a person in the head while their down is assault with a deadly weapon.

Our pride was hurt that night, but at least we didn't go to jail like a couple of those idiots. Plus they paid all the medical bills. Still though, fighting, never a good idea.

[John Galt]

This just happened tonight!

Apparently, before I got there, the bartenders kicked out these guys who were underage. The underage guys showed back up hurling projectile full beer cans at the bartenders, nearly missing me. They hit this hot chick bartender and the bar manager(a really cool guy).

Me and my friends immediately came outside and I was like, "Really? Are you serious?"

The bar manager called the cops and the guy and his posse fled; then showed back up after giving the cops a full description.

These cops btw, always cruise past the bar looking for inconspiquousness; but tonight fittingly- their usefulness left much to be desired.

[Heisenberg]

Also got into a fight tonight, best fight I have ever had.

I don’t usually go out on a Thursday, but it was my buddy’s birthday and he is going on holiday tommorow. We decide not to go in any nightclubs cause it would be deserted, instead we go into the pubs, to our suprise there are a good few people out, including a group of really hot chicks.

So we go into this pub, where we notice instantly the dicks in the corner, shouting and singing loudly. The manager is visually pissed, and while serving us says they have been like thar for hours. And that the bouncer are off duty cause it’s a Thursday, and these guys would be out on their asses allready if they were here. This continues for another hour or so before the manager finally tells them to shut up or leave. One of them tells him to fuckoff and throws his empty beer bottle at the bar, JUST missing the bartender’s face. He has had enough, and to our suprise actually asks us to remove them. And in return he would give us free drinks for the rest of the night. We don’t need an insentive, as we are really fucking sick of them. We are also the only people that could really handle them as everyone else is late 40’s early 50’s. Save for the hot chicks that have made their way to the pub. Not we have added pressure, not only to get rid of them for everyone, but to make it look relatively easy or cool so we look good infront of these chicks.

We agree and take one last shot of absynthe for courage and make our way over to them. I am the only one that actually is gonna say anything, my friends have went quiet all of a sudden. So I say “guys, the manager has asked us to tell you to leave” they all imediatly stand up and one of them says “who’s gonna fucking mek us, like?” To which my idiot friend responds with “we are”. I look at him with a WTF? Facial expression, and decide that a fight is inevitable to I’m better of making the first move for our advantage. So using my full force I push the guy in front into his buddies, a couple fall down and it gives us time to get ready to a fight.

We tell the birthday boy to sit this one out since we don’t want him getting injured before he goes on holiday, so it’s three of us vs. Their 5. The fight goes as usual, exchanging punches. Until my friend gets kicked in the face with some sort of karate kick and I get hit with a swinging right hook, which rocks me. I stumble away from the fighting ring of people. Get myself together and make it my aim to kick some fucking ass. After about 2-3 minutes we are all getting tired and the punches are getting easier to take, me and my buddies decide enough is enough and start throwing them towards the door. At this point a few of the older guys start to help us and we get them out with relative ease.

They bang on the door and windows for about 10 minutes then dissapear.
We all get a round of applause from the bar (which felt awesome) the manager thanked us about a hundred times, got our free drinks. And we got talking with the hot chicks.

I am sore as fuck today, but god was it worth it. We learned something about eachother that night, our loyalty and most importantly learned something about yourself. Tyler Dourdan was right, how can you know yourself if you’ve never been in a fight. I had been in fights before, but nothing like this. I was awesome, and I’ m one that hates fighting.

Sorry for the lenghy tale.

[John Galt]

I also give you a round of applause. Well done. You would've made Danielle Harris proud.

(Let it be known that while I never condone the initiation of force; conversely, preemptive strikes, retalition, or removing assholes I'm all for)

[Heisenberg]

I also give you a round of applause. Well done. You would've made Danielle Harris proud.

(Let it be known that while I never condone the initiation of force; conversely, preemptive strikes, retalition, or removing assholes I'm all for)

Applause appreciated :p:D

I would never have usually done what I did, but It was extreme condition (these guys were actinng like the biggest DICKS I have ever seen) So I have a clear concience tonight.

[John Galt]

OK. So the rollercoaster keeps on treking.

Tonight I was privy to 3 fights and almost got in a 4th myself.


-The first thing that happened tonight was some guy hit a bottle over a chick's head. No one saw the exact incident but needless to say cops got involved and arrested the guy and the girl was in the ambulance but luckily only had minor scrapes.

-The second was some guy who tried the bar manager after being told he wouldn't be served. He shoved fingers into the bar manager's chest but he actually difused it.

-The third started with some girl trying to bull rush me, thinking I was the bouncer. Then she was told she couldn't come in. She then proceeded with some memorable quotes like, "You are the most horrible kind of person not to let me in." and "Alright, call the cops, I dare you." Then she fell onto the sidewalk.

-The fourth involved five kids walking by, staring me down squirrly eyed, stating, "I wanna kill somebody tonight." To which I couldn't resist by responding, "Tonight's THE NIGHT!" They then kept rotating between eyeballing me and walking away.

Needless to say, tonight was a wacky thing. My only conclusion was all this misery over the King Of Pop. Geez.

[RicochetShaw]

About four years ago I'm at this bar with a few of my friends... and this girl who is accompanying me. It's a grimy dive bar (just the way I like it) with a bunch of scrubs everywhere with black Misfits shirts and unwashed hair. So, I'm with four friends. One dude, Will, is fucking rocked out (only about 5'9" but probably 230 or so). Dave is similarly sized. Tommy, my homeboy from wayback is about 5'11, 210. Then this guy JP is just a pudgy kid. I'm 6'1, and at the time about 220 or so. All of us are strong, athletic dudes, with the exception of JP, who is a non-factor. Anyway, enough introduction.

Will is going around the bar all night breaking dudes up every time they get in each other's faces. People he doesn't know, he would roll up, grab them and say "Guys... we're trying to have a good time... chill the fuck out..." and shove them in opposite directions. That's just Will. And he's a big Samoan looking dude and has scars all over his face, so people would always listen.

Anyway, due to his antics (which I highly disagreed with... if scrubs want to fight, let 'em fight), all of the drunken animosity in the room was directed toward our group by the end of the night. So we're outside the bar around closing, and one of these scrubs comes walking up to Will talking shit. Will is wasted and doesn't realize at this point that a fight is already a given. The guy is rolling up with about 15-20 of his black-shirted friends. Anyway, their leader walks up to Will and gets in his face with "What the fuck dude?? Why were you in my man's face earlier???" Meanwhile, Drunken Will is just trying to tell the guy "Bro, I was trying to break up the fight! Go home... I'm not trying to fight you..."

Naturally, the guy just throws a sucker punch from the bleachers and catches Will clean. I had positioned myself next to them because I saw this coming from the beginning. I grabbed the guy (natural reaction), and threw him to the ground. He happened to be positioned in a way that just let me take clean, hard shots to his face, and I was stronger than him and he couldn't get out. So I drilled him 7-8 times, smashing his nose with one of them. As soon as we hit the ground, about a dozen dudes swarmed me and were trying to pull me off and/or kick at me. Fortunately, they were doing pro-wrestling stomps instead of soccer kicks and they weren't doing shit to me. Finally, one of them fishhooks me and, despite my attempts to bite his finger, pulls me off his boy, who is fucked up by this point.

They are all throwing punches at me at this point, so I just covered up and backed my way out of the group to get my bearings. I turn around and find a dude running at me. I duck his drunken haymaker, and shove him away. Another guy is right behind him, with the same move (running drunken haymaker). So I duck under that, wrap him up and fucking crush this dude into the concrete with a suplex. It was hard enough that everyone just stopped for a second. He was hurt so I got up and soccer kicked him in the head.

At this point, the team of bouncers rolled out and put themselves between us. Here is the best part:

When I took their leader down, and was getting swarmed, I was thinking "Where the fuck is everyone else?!?" Turns out, Will, who got rocked hard at the beginning, fell back and slammed his head on a tree, and it took him some time to get up and jump in. Tommy, who has a blood clot in his brain right now, is taking medication that makes his blood so thin that it is pink, was reluctant to get in it. Dave, who I had just met that night, said he was "afraid he was going to get stuck with an AIDS needle", stayed completely out of it. WTF? Yeah... and JP was just standing there watching it all. So I basically took on 15-20 guys by myself and came out with only a little cut on the inside of my mouth from the fish hook, and a ripped shirt... And I crushed two of them.

In conclusion, I needed better back up.



*looks at picture on myjoblo*


Who would be stupid enough to fight you?



Also got into a fight tonight, best fight I have ever had.

I don’t usually go out on a Thursday, but it was my buddy’s birthday and he is going on holiday tommorow. We decide not to go in any nightclubs cause it would be deserted, instead we go into the pubs, to our suprise there are a good few people out, including a group of really hot chicks.

So we go into this pub, where we notice instantly the dicks in the corner, shouting and singing loudly. The manager is visually pissed, and while serving us says they have been like thar for hours. And that the bouncer are off duty cause it’s a Thursday, and these guys would be out on their asses allready if they were here. This continues for another hour or so before the manager finally tells them to shut up or leave. One of them tells him to fuckoff and throws his empty beer bottle at the bar, JUST missing the bartender’s face. He has had enough, and to our suprise actually asks us to remove them. And in return he would give us free drinks for the rest of the night. We don’t need an insentive, as we are really fucking sick of them. We are also the only people that could really handle them as everyone else is late 40’s early 50’s. Save for the hot chicks that have made their way to the pub. Not we have added pressure, not only to get rid of them for everyone, but to make it look relatively easy or cool so we look good infront of these chicks.

We agree and take one last shot of absynthe for courage and make our way over to them. I am the only one that actually is gonna say anything, my friends have went quiet all of a sudden. So I say “guys, the manager has asked us to tell you to leave” they all imediatly stand up and one of them says “who’s gonna fucking mek us, like?” To which my idiot friend responds with “we are”. I look at him with a WTF? Facial expression, and decide that a fight is inevitable to I’m better of making the first move for our advantage. So using my full force I push the guy in front into his buddies, a couple fall down and it gives us time to get ready to a fight.

We tell the birthday boy to sit this one out since we don’t want him getting injured before he goes on holiday, so it’s three of us vs. Their 5. The fight goes as usual, exchanging punches. Until my friend gets kicked in the face with some sort of karate kick and I get hit with a swinging right hook, which rocks me. I stumble away from the fighting ring of people. Get myself together and make it my aim to kick some fucking ass. After about 2-3 minutes we are all getting tired and the punches are getting easier to take, me and my buddies decide enough is enough and start throwing them towards the door. At this point a few of the older guys start to help us and we get them out with relative ease.

They bang on the door and windows for about 10 minutes then dissapear.
We all get a round of applause from the bar (which felt awesome) the manager thanked us about a hundred times, got our free drinks. And we got talking with the hot chicks.

I am sore as fuck today, but god was it worth it. We learned something about eachother that night, our loyalty and most importantly learned something about yourself. Tyler Dourdan was right, how can you know yourself if you’ve never been in a fight. I had been in fights before, but nothing like this. I was awesome, and I’ m one that hates fighting.

Sorry for the lenghy tale.


And Heisenberg, I've just gotta be honest, that story seems very fabricated to me. I just don't buy it. Why the hell would a bartender send a team of guys to throw out another group after having a bottle thrown at his face? Anyone in their right mind would know that this would just cause more ruckus, and instead would call the police. And you told your buddy to sit out because it was his birthday, even though you were outnumbered? And he obliged that request? Letting his friends enter a fight outmatched when he could have helped? I don't buy it.

[Heisenberg]

*looks at picture on myjoblo*


Who would be stupid enough to fight you?





And Heisenberg, I've just gotta be honest, that story seems very fabricated to me. I just don't buy it. Why the hell would a bartender send a team of guys to throw out another group after having a bottle thrown at his face? Anyone in their right mind would know that this would just cause more ruckus, and instead would call the police. And you told your buddy to sit out because it was his birthday, even though you were outnumbered? And he obliged that request? Letting his friends enter a fight outmatched when he could have helped? I don't buy it.

I do agree that my story seems fake, heck even I wouldn't believe me. The manager didn't want to call the cops as it was a lock-in and he didn't want the cops clising him for the night, as he still had a good few people in the pub.

The way I wrote it makes it seem more frantic than it actually was, I should have rewrote alot of it, since I used some words that made it sound like something out of a rush hour movie.

But I come from a town where 80% of the people are total idiots, trouble like this happens all the time. And the cops are such complete dicks around the area that people tend to find it better to sort these troubles out themselves.

In all honesty, we only fought for like 2-3 minutes and some guys came to help us halfway through. I said this in my original post, but in a way that it sounded like we took a whole crew on alone. To which I apologise.

[I Am Legend]

Love the stories, everyone. Please keep them coming. :D

I have been in more than my share of fights, but I’ve since learned my lesson and now avoid fighting unless it is absolutely necessary. I have two incidents that are worth sharing.

STORY #1

One Friday, when I was 18 or 19 years old, my friend and I were walking through our neighbouring streets trying to killing time before our friend came to pick us up for a night out on the town. At one point, we could hear a house party going on, and knowing how people get when they are drunk, considered avoiding that particular street, though we finally decided to walk by the house in question anyways.

We could tell there were 4-5 guys standing on the front porch drinking (and a bunch more people inside the house) so we didn’t so much as look in their direction as we walked by. However, despite our passive nature, one of the guys started to mock us because --- out of all the inane reasons --- we were both wearing white baseball caps. We ignored the initial comment but the little $hit persisted.

I am stubborn to the point of stupidity, so I asked him what his problem was and as soon I opened my mouth, the little $shit shouted to his friends in the house and about 10-12 guys stormed out onto the lawn and began to insult us. I guess the little $hit thought his friends would have his back because he came down to the street and pushed me a few times. He must not have expected me to retaliate due to all of his friends, because he didn’t even try to stop me when I grabbed him by the collar and punched him 3-4 times in the face.

Sure enough, as is usually the case with big mouths and bullies, these other guys were all talk and none of them moved an inch in our direction. My friend and I walked away threatening to return with a group of our own, and when we arrived back at their house about 30 minutes later with three of our friends (which was still tiny compared to the size of their group), we found all of the cars gone from the house.

To this day, I count myself VERY lucky that we didn’t get the crap kicked out of us over baseball caps (which would have happened if his friends got involved), but I am happy that we were able to teach that little $hit some humility.

STORY #2

A few years ago, while still at university, I was working the late shift at a summer job in downtown Montreal. It was a great gig but it meant that I had to walk alone at around 1am to my car, which I parked for free about eight blocks away.

I did my best to keep my head down and avoid the weirdos, but one night I walked by some fancy SUV loaded with three or four black guys and the passenger starting to call me some nasty racial slurs (I’m white). I know I should have kept my mouth shut but again, I am stubborn to the point of stupidity, so I turned around and asked him what the f@ck his problem was.

We started to throw insults back and forth, while his friends laughed at the show. I was only about 4 feet from the car window by then, so when he threatened to kill me, I let loose a sucker punch that got him under the left eye.

He collapsed and I heard his friends getting out of the car --- thought I didn’t actually see them because I was running like hell down the street like Speedy Gonzales.

The force must have been strong with me that night because I managed to get away unscathed, though I can’t say the same for my underwear. :D



I also have a few stories that are much less flattering for me and my face, but I’d rather not share those. :p

[enver]

My first fight was when I was younger and watching Batman Returns. This one jerk was kicking my chair the whole time and I said something a couple times, but he kept going. After the movie, my friend and I (while waiting for mom to pick us up) walked up to him and my friend just punched one of his friends in the face. I was surprised he did that so fast. I then got punched in the face. Then my mom pulled up to us and started yelling at everyone. They ran and I never got a chance to swing back.

Years later, I was watching that stupid movie Vertical Limit and it was opening night and there were a lot of gang types there. I don't know what happened, but half way through the movie one guy ran over to the guy two rows ahead of me and started kicking his ass. Next thing I know there are like 20 black guys hitting everyone. I had two fight my way of the theater. I got hit a few times and hit a few people a few times. Never did finish the movie.


The last fight I was watching The Day After Tomorrow with my girlfriend and some drunk dumb fuck spilled his entire soda on my girl and I. Then he blamed my girlfriend for tripping him and got loud. I had to stop her from hitting him and I grabbed him and dragged him into the lobby. He was much smaller than I was and I was not about to hit him. An usher saw me and him and quickly got a manager. Those two came over and we were just standing there quiet. I told him what happened and it was clear the little guy was drunk. My girl was in the bathroom cleaning up came out and started yelling at the guy. Crazy bitch! The drunk guy pointed his finger at me, telling me to put my bitch in check. I forget the sequence from this point, but in the end he was arrested for drunken disorderly and the cops told me to say to them that "he tripped". So the guy apparently tripped and ended up with a bloody face and we ended up with a gift certificate for $100. Never spill soda on a girl's hair.

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[enver]

i once sonny chiba'd this drugged indian guy in plain downtown that tried to assault my ex as she was leaving...it's not as if she was wetting her panties either cause she landing a few chops on this chum left and right before i managed to run across the street getting nicked on the leg by an oncoming car and land the haymaker on him

i ended up calling the ambulance for him too

[labialover]

Over a year ago I was out for a friend's birthday. There was about 14 of us out. 8 decided to go home early, some would come pick us up for a ride later. We went to this diner after the bar that we usually go to. For some reason I stole one of those metal napkin dispenser, I usually fuck around in the place anyway. Our friends from earlier we waiting at the corner which is immediately to the left of the diner.

As we left, there was a huge group of people walking on the sidewalk. When I walk out a kid says, "nice napkins." I ask if he wants one. Then my friend says, "nice shirt, bitch." The guy gets in his face. I actually start talking to one of the kids in his group thinking there wasn't gonna be a fight. A girl we're with tries to seperate my friend and this guy. The guy calls her a "bitch and shut the fuck up". My buddy pushes him, then 2 guys jump him.

The kid I'm talking to says to someone "lets fuck him up" about my friend. He's behind me, so I turn and grab him and start to swing with the napkin dispenser, as I turn I realize that there's about 8-9 of them. It was too late though, as I was already committed to knocking this kid on his ass. So I hit him in the head with it and push him down.

I see about 5 people running towards my group, I kick one of the two kids that went after my friend in the back of his leg, shove him down and start punching him. The kid I hit with the napkins pulls me off and starts punching me, he wasn't happy about what I did. Luckily our friends got out of their cars and came from behind all of these dudes, and started beating the shit out of them. Everything settled down after a minute or two. The manager said he called the cops, so he told us all to leave.

It worked out good for me, the girl I started dating at the time was extremely turned on after everything happened. Turns out she was one of those women that gets her blood flowing after a horror movie and wants to fuck.

[KcMsterpce]

Goddamn dude, I'm now writing a list of all posters in this thread for reference of who NOT to go out with, and who NOT to invite to the joblo.com party!

Man!

OK, so I was in a couple fights, but it's stuff I don't really go into that much. Unless I've had a few and feel like talking.

[John Galt]

Nice guys!!! Keep 'em coming!!!!!


This happened in a rather shitty college town in England by the name of Maidstone. This was my first time and my first night in the U.K.. It was November of 2000.

After a night at the bars, my two friends and I decided we had the late night munchies so we looked for a quick stop to grab a bite. We found one of those falafal shops and there were three dudes outside. They started mouthing off anti-American sentiments and had real thick accents straight out of Snatch. At first we ignored it and preceded to go in.

They kept at it and of course I was the one who finally turned around and said, "What'd you fuckin' say you motherfucker"?!? They charged in at us. I was trying to get my coat off which was a bad move because it was halfway off and a guy shoulder tackled me. My other American friend tried to seperate it which was an even worse move because he got hit in the nose, hard. My other friend who is British, who we call "Big Kid" threw one of them outside. The guy who hit my friend was kicking him while he was down. I grabbed his legs and then the other guy grabbed me. I hit him in the jaw, cross-side.

The owners of the shop came running around the counter and they and Big Kid chased those guys out. My friend had a gushing bloody nose.

I'd say it ws a draw. Needless to say, we ate.

Anyways, that was my first night in Great Britain.

[NathanRomano]

Double Post. Sorry!

[NathanRomano]

My first fight was in the 7th grade. I pushed this kid down the slide, and he punched me in the forehead. It was 3 on 1 on that point. Easy fight.

My second fight, was sophomore year of High School. I was at a local venue preforming with my band (There's 5 of us, 4 guys and a girl). And this drunk guy kept heckling us. At the end of one of our songs, the singer (the girl) said her thank yous, and the drunk guy yelled something like "get off the stage, slut!" That's when I dropped my guitar and dove off the small stage (More of a box) onto the drunk guy in the 1st row. He was bigger than me and I started to get the shit beat out of me, but my 3 other bandmates jumped in and a brawl started in the audience. The cops were called.

Oh, this is less of a fight, but one time this crazy heroine drugged-out guy came to our house banging on the door at 3 am. (Apparently my brother owed him money). My bro wasn't there so it was just me and my mom. Well I was hanging some paintings up in my room that night, so I had a hammer in my room, and when he kicked the door in, I was halfway down the steps with a hammer. As he stumbled in, I hit him in the face with the hammer. Self-Defense