I get the impression that 99% of the men here (excluding bb and razzle) are REAL FUCKIN’ BAD-ASSES …. (at least behind a keyboard.)
Braggin’ time!!
CLOBBERING time!!
Question: Ever been in a BIG fight? I’m not talking about some girlie shit …. shoving and pushing and maybe a black eye. I’m talking a BIG ASS KICKING …. either BY you, or TO you. (Llpoh, you can probably just copy and paste some of the exploits you’ve written about. You ARE a bad-ass!)
Now … I know the headline says “men only” (in an attempt to get eyeballs). But, as I understand it, you ladies have cause to FIGHT BIG also. So, please, do share.
Let ‘er rip.
Just as I suspected ….. pussies reside here (T4C, I’m referring to the men.)
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I had a couple tussles when I was in 7th or 8th grade and held my own.
As an adult, I played for Ronnie’s Bar softball team. I was 25 years old. We were at the bar in Clifton Heights after a game drinking pitchers of beer.
There was a pool game going on and we were standing around the pool table. One of our players evidently started to hit on a girl who was with one of the pool players. Next thing you know a pool stick comes down on the top of our player’s head. All hell broke loose. Fists and pool sticks were flying. The dumbass that I was, I grabbed the guy whose girlfriend was being hit on and held on for dear life.
The bartender called the cops and it started to break up. We all decided it was time to leave before the cops arrived. Our pitcher and one of the other dudes were really drunk and continued to argue outside. I was standing next to our pitcher when he hauled off and flattened the dude with a punch to the jaw. He broke his jaw.
I scampered to my car and high tailed it home.
The guy sued our pitcher and I had to be a witness at the deposition. I pulled a Shultz and said I saw nothing.
No. Most fights in which I’ve been involved have been one-on-one, and were ended with either a quick take-down or one critical hit.
A real fight is neither a sporting event nor a recreational activity. It’s corrective, like lancing an abscess or reducing a fracture, and it’s best done efficiently and definitively.
The only thing that matters is winning – by any, ANY, means.
Cocked off to a meaner dude at a hockey game after fighting during a hockey game. Both got some time in the sin bin, where we continued to run our mouths. After the game, out in the parking lot, he made it clear to me that I had no future in fighting. Always seeking a second opinion, I verified his diagnosis a year later. Long time ago, but the lesson(s) finally ‘took’.
Stationed at Lowry AFB. Had a black roommate who was a racist motherfucker. Constantly calling me names … cracker this, cracker that … I kept mostly silent.
One day I’m lying on my bed .. he says something … I say something back (I don’t even remember what it was about). He comes to my bed and turns it over, yeah, with me in it, and walks back to his side of the room laughing. I lost it. I charged at him full speed, knocking the wind out of him. He falls to the ground. I start kicking his body and groin … left foot, right foot, left foot. He’s screaming and soon other guys come in the room and push me away. I don’t know how bad I hurt him, but I’m kinda sure he was hurt pretty badly. To his credit, he never snitched on me. We stayed roommates about another month before I was transferred. No further incidents, neither of of talked to each other, or even looked at each other.
I was 19 years old. It was the last big fight I have been in.
Never been in a real fight other than Jr High stuff, first one to hit the other guy in the face usually won and then it was over. Had two of those and it wasn’t really fun.
My dad and I stopped at a bar on Good Friday about ten years ago. He got pretty wasted to the point the bartender wouldn’t serve him, which pissed him off more. This big dude told dad to shut his fucking mouth, and dumbass dad got in his face so I got up to defend dad.
As soon as I got to the right side and slightly behind big dude he shot a hand out and grabbed me around the neck. I’m not very big, 5’9″ 160 lbs so his hand seemed like it went all the way around my neck and he just squeezed me till I put my hands up, then his boys surrounded dad and I thought, this is fucking it, going to get a real life good ol’ big time ass beating.
About then a old family friend walked in, he is pretty damn big himself, a ex Sheriff deputy and lucky for us an acquaintance with the dude holding me by the neck. One round later and we’re all friends with big dude slapping me on the back impressed that I would suffer a beat down to defend my drunkass father.
Dad is not a happy drunk, once up in the deer woods dad kept after this guy saying all kinds of personal stuff, until the guy hauled off and broke dads nose. The guy was running for his life and ran straight into me at the bar with a tray load of beers, he ran out the door with our table in hot pursuit, in the meantime I’m trying to calm down the beer soaked drunks at the bar.
Fucking drunks all deserve their ass kicked.
Bwahaha.
When I was 22, I learned that not only does baseball have a golden gloves title, but so does boxing. He landed 3 punches so fast I went sliding across the damn floor like a a sack of stupid.
The next time I got cornered into a fight I would lose, I stabbed the motherfucker and ran. I am not a badass.
Been in a few medium brawls in my HS and earlycollege age that included concussions, stitches and bruises that didnt go away for weeks, one where baseball bats came out but never real bad (knives or guns). One college bar fight that spilled into the street that required quick footwork to avoid arrest.
The worst was a party at my parents house, about 100 people from my town and the town next door, the focus was a beerpong tournament (4 tables). There was an argument about who had next game, one guy told the other to “fuck off nigger”. Once that happened we quickly forced everyone outside and fight broke out, probably 15 guys involved. I was medium sized at 6’2″ and little over 200 lbs. One guy had the metal handle of a broom (thinwalled tubing) broken over his head, lawn cahirs were destroyed, lots of punching.
Then a group stole the keg, so a few of us had to drive out to the field a few miles away they went to to fight again and take the keg back. One guy hit our buddy with a bat, didnt get him good in the arm (bad bruise but the xrays later that nite showed no break). We then piled on that guy and his head got kicked a few times.
Writing it all out and reading it back makes me feel like an idiot for that shit to be honest.
Fyi, i know of at least 3 of the guys fighting who became cops years later.
My last real fights were in high school during football season . It was always over football . Never got in any fights over cars or girls. Just football.
Now my Colt 45 is my bad ass.
The last pic reminds me of an incident involving my brother . I wasn’t there but my mom told everyone about it.
About 30 years ago ( crap I’m feeling old ) my mom was visiting my brother and I during a summer break. My brother who is 5″11″ and at that time a stout 250 ( he was an all state linebacker and benched over 400lbs ) drove mom to the mall. As mom opened her car door,the door hit the car next to her.
The guy gets out and says ” Hey bitch you hit my fucking car ” !
My brother comes around the car.grabs the guy by the throat and slams him on the truck of his car. He gets nose to nose with the guy and say’s “You better NEVER call my mom a bitch and you better apologize right now . The guy in a raspy tone said “I’m cool,I’m sorry lady “.
My brother is a BADASS…he’s kind and a good person but don’t mess him or his family.
One last story about him. He dated the same girl for about 5 years. During this time a guy was hitting on her at her place of work ( an ice cream place,she was in college) . She asked him several times to leave her alone.
One day my brother went to see his girlfriend and spotted the guy in the parking lot. He pulled his car behind the guy’s car blocking him in. He tapped on the window and told the guy to get out of the car because he wanted to talk to him. The guy refuse to get out of the car. My brother preceded to knock out his window with one blow,grabbed the guy by the collar and told him to stay away from his girlfriend …my brother gave him 75 bucks to pay for the window.
Worst fight was at a bar across from Dobbins AFB. One idiot in our group declared he was the best pool player in the world and could kick everybody’s ass. Fight spilled out into the parking lot and broke up only when the barkeep sprayed everyone with mace. Last fight was in the 90’s, I ended up with a broken hand, he went down. These days I’m a hugger not a fighter, bones are too brittle for that sort of activity. Bea Leaver’s opinion is not to start it but if you have jump in it is about “winning”.
Two of note – both related to sports:
Growing up in England in the late 70’s and going to an american high school meant that we had lots of fights with inner-city schools – if we won at basketball there was a fight afterwards, if we lost at football (soccer) or rugby there were fights after.
Then there were the fights at the football games in the stands – I don’t think I have ever been closer to serious damage as at a couple of QPR games in 1979 when the stalls erupted in anger and fights – broken bottles, fists, chains burning tires in the street the works.
Ah – we were young and crazy – good times.
I grew up in the far north. Not much else to do except play hockey and fight. By the time I was in high school I’d been in more fights than I could count – a few involved trips to the ER by myself and others for broken bones and cuts but nothing really serious. Sadly – when I was 14 I walked into the the wrong place at the wrong time and got my ass handed to me by a few older, larger guys from a different tribe for being white in the wrong place. I got in one good lick though and since it was winter the gloves I was wearing cut the SOB beating my ass across the face so bad they had to take him to the ER for about 10 stitches. The RCMP showed up to my house later to talk to me about what happened but nothing ever came of it. Just another day on the reserve I guess…. Some of my best friends by grad were some of the guys who I’d had the biggest blow outs with. Funny how that worked.
By the time university rolled around I’d learned a lot. First thing – there is always someone tougher than you waiting around the corner – win some lose some. Second – the aftermath sucks. Third – chasing chicks was way better than getting your ask kicked. Now I am in my mid 40’s and half crippled from the sports, fighting and age. Everything hurts – my neck is fused, my knees are shot and I would’t change a damn thing even if I could….
Step brother two years older. Bit of a bully to everyone. Dad told me to stand up to him. Around 4th grade told him “no” when he demanded I get out of a chair. Stomped on my foot and cold cocked me in the jaw. Wasn’t that bad, but I didn’t forget it and made some strategic notes. To describe the differences in how our lives turned out in the long run would be malicious.
Middle school normal accidental bump into each other in a crowd… shoved each other away awkwardly… spit at each other’s feet and raised our fists. It was definitely not a “rural” population so plenty of wh00ping for a fight… we rounded on each other a bit and then the bell rang. We both put our hands down, picked up our backpacks, and went to class. We were both nerds before, and remained nerds after.
Aside from those two everything else has been purely mental sparring… it was much more effective to convince someone to beat themselves up.
A side note – I don’t contribute much here but I read almost everything. Don’t agree with it all but that’s fine with me. The reason I like this site is because I don’t like whiners and pussies. These days the world is full of whiners and pussies physically and intellectually. I detest it. TBF is like a breath of fresh air for me – I read it every morning with my cup of joe. Thanks to all who make it happen…
Razzle is a dude?? I did not know this.
I remember two I lost: 1) the Golden Gloves Champion of North Florida 2) a linebacker with the green Bay Packers
Badass no. But at 5’6″ I was the target of many bullies and was bused into all black schools in Charlotte in the early 70s. What they did not know was my father was professional boxer that taught me how to box. I also wrestled in high school and took tae kwon do. Between boxing, wrestling and tae kwon do I had the skill set that is known today as “mixed martial arts”.
I am 61 and it has been 30 some years since I fought (outside a tournament) a street fight, I still train, workout, run just in case I am caught without my concealed carry.
I wrestled in HS and that helped me out in the few scrapes I got in, can’t really call them fights. One second after the talking part of the fight was done and I saw the other guy flexing to attack, I would use a take down move and then put him in a headlock. Fight over. I’m only talking a few times here, and the other guy was always very drunk. Who else but a drunk would go after a 6’3″ 250 guy who was a furniture mover by trade?
Shit, the last ‘fight’ I was in was 40 years ago, at least.
Marion , you need to comment more.I would love to kick your ass .Pussy. I really dislike people who say…I read everything but don’t comment…Now you have a reason….it’s me ,it’s me it’s Ernest t .I don’t chew my cabbage twice.
@bb
Reading it all takes a lot of time. Commenting takes a lot more. I’d have to live in front of the computer to keep up with you guys. I have young kids and a business – not enough time in the day. I stick to moments and posts where I feel I have something worthwhile to contribute. Otherwise me keeps me trap shut and just smiles.
@Bea
— “Razzle is a dude?? I did not know this.”
It’s possible I just haven’t checked my privilege hard enough to discover the silenced woman inside.
No. He who doesn’t fight and runs away, lives to not fight another day.
“Who else but a drunk would go after a 6’3″ 250 guy who was a furniture mover by trade?”
—-Lysander
Not me. Gonna take a pass, Lysander, and I ain’t drunk.
Best non-fight story: My idiot brother and I were playing pool at some dive. My idiot brother decides it is smart to start hitting on the girl that was with three guys playing pool on the next table over.
Well, when I got back from taking a leak, the three guys had my brother backed up against the table and were threatening him.
I asked what is going on. One of the guys says “this asshole keeps looking at m girlfriend!”
I responded “Well, she sure isn’t much to look at. Y’all best go back to your own table”.
They all stood there with their mouths open, and decided discretion was in order, and slunk back to their own table. They were not as stupid as they looked. I slapped my brother upside the head later for being an asshole.
Second story was an almost fight.
I was minding my own business in a virtually empty bar waiting for the and o start, with a few friends. I was holding a beer. Some asshole backs right into me, knocking my beer all over. “Hey watch it” I said.
I went and got another beer. Well, fuck me, same asshole backs into me again, knocking my beer all over me again.
This time when the asshole turned around, he drew back his fist to hit me. Well, I kinda was not surprised by these turn of events, and as he drew back, I reached forward very quickly and grabbed him around the neck with both hands.
I said “I will choke you to death, and will never let go.” I was dead serious, and I had a good grip on his neck with thumbs over his Adam’s apple. He stopped what he was doing. I told him to fuck off and best I never see him again.
He fucked off in a hurry. The bouncer came up and told me that the guy I just sent running was the town bully, and was amazed I had sent him running. I told the bouncer the guy obviously liked to fight, but preferred to fight someone that was not serious about choking him to death. I was there to listen to music and not get the shit kicked out of me.
I am not tough – got stomped on more than one occasion. But I was always willing.
I am very proud that my kids have never thrown a punch in anger. That I have presented them a different life to mine is something they do not entirely understand. And for that I am truly grateful.
Never in a ‘big one’, only minor tussles.
Do know if some guy stomped the crap out of me for no reason I’d be back at him and cripple him for life in return.
Sad to say, I’ve had more fights than I’ve had women. I could count 5 fights though they could hardly be called that. Since I was always a nerdy kid long before it was cool, pint sized bullies felt a deep attraction to me. There was a kid, a bit shorter than me that backed me into a wall, he kept taunting me and my little brother Daniel was looking at me with a fierce frustration because I wouldn’t fight. The kid shoved me and I was so embarrassed for my brother that I hazarded a punch. It hit him square on the mouth and he just stood there in shock, blood coming out of his cut lip.
I ran into a couple more bullies with similar results before I decided to keep a distance from the fuckers. You learn to judge the mentally unstable from a distance.
I waited about five hours and finally had to give myself my first thumbs up (above). I thought my line was funny. What the hell does it take to get a thumbs up around here?
Iska, your a funny dude. I raz you about your Iska Wall project but for funny, you got BW and Russia beat, hands down.
Iska Waran says: What the hell does it take to get a thumbs up around here?
Vote for yourself, if you don’t believe in yourself, who will?
Apparently NONE of the TBP ladies have ever gotten into a big fight.
Which is weird cuz I recall some womenz here doing this to me.
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@Stucky
— “Which is weird cuz I recall some womenz here doing this to me.”
But you begged them to!
@Iksa
— “What the hell does it take to get a thumbs up around here?”
Lemme translate it into TBP speak for ya….
“Cockstick No!! Motherfucker… Tiny pricks who puss out and cry to momma live to deserve eternal shame every day.”
El Chorizo says-
‘you learn to judge the mentally unstable from a distance”.
HaHa, that is what Loopey says about me.
Studied martial arts & boxed. Never lost a fight, got clocked a couple times, but don’t have a glass jaw.
Have avoided others when the other guy came to his senses.
Backed down once when the other guy was the size of The Hulk. Luckily, we became friends as he actually was impressed I wasn’t stupid enough to fight him. Later, he & I fought 2 dudes, saw him hit a guy with the power of George Foreman. Knocked the guy out cold after letting the guy hit him 1st. Glad I didn’t fight him as he may have killed me!