fights, fighters, not lovers Options

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I know everyone has a fight story. I'm interested to see why other people fight and how serious the fight was. Personally, I don't fight unless I feel obligated to (plus, I spend a lot of time at the gym ). But I know everyone has a story or 10 about crackin' a head or two.

Funny stories are more than welcome too.

I wonder how long we can keep this thread going.

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A lot of this seems to stem from someone else flappin off at the mouth and us getting tired of it. I've been in more fights than I should've been in but one of my favorites was when I was a freshman.

My mother was a teacher and taught freshman and juniors. I was lucky enough not to be in her class because she was a straight up totalitarian. There was a kid who was complaining that my mother failed him. It went from complaints to sheer disrespect. He called my mom a 'bitch' a 'whore' and any other mindless vulgarity he could think of. I told him to stop, he called me out and threatened to 'beat my ass.'

I'm a 14 year old freshman (5'6") at the time, suffering from puberty but wicked with a right hook (boxing is wonderful sport). He's a junior (5'11"), a middle linebacker and (so I've been told) was a juicer ('roids). In between classes he steps to me in the halls, said something about fighting me and before I knew it, we had an audience. I told him that I'd fight him outside of school (I was the good little choir boy that didn't want to get in trouble) but he pushed me up against a locker. The madness happened.

I drop my books instinctively and put up my fists southpaw style. Two quick jabs to his nose, a duck and a right hook to his ribcage. Being a nice guy, I let him regain his balance. He kept coming at me with these wild punches that never hit anything but air. I hit him with almost the same combo that I started the fight with, but instead of hitting him in the ribs, I swung up to his face and connected with his cheek.

By this point, I'm feeling pretty good about myself. I could've sworn I was Tyson in his prime because I was giving this guy a Grade A beatdown. Inevitably, he tries to spear me but the douche ran with his head down. I step out of the way and hit him in the temple... down he went. Never hit me once. I even had the audacity to keep prance around the circle and talk as much trash as Ali because it felt good to handle a bully.

'Its not the dog in the fight, its the fight in the dog.' I was outweighed by a good 50 pounds and the fight seemed one sided... until he lost.