webnarc Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 And if so, tell us a little about it. I had a friend while in University who just loved violence and could find it during a field trip to a Buddhist picnic. He didn't mind getting punched, but he loved making people bleed. Aggression followed him around like suave on Bond. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JMac Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 You need new friends Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kilmer17 Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 Unfortunately. yes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Johnny Punani2 Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 Originally posted by webnarc And if so, tell us a little about it. I had a friend while in University who just loved violence and could find it during a field trip to a Buddhist picnic. He didn't mind getting punched, but he loved making people bleed. Aggression followed him around like suave on Bond. Violence for some people is highly addictive. They get a "rush" from it like a drug. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlitzFiftySix Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 Yeah, I was at a bar in Georgetown when I was 22 and I got sucker punched while dancing with some girl. Her jealous boyfriend walked up and clocked me in the back of the head. When I came to my senses I found him hanging around in front of the bar. Needless to say we went a few rounds. For those who watched the fight it was an ugly mess of exchanged blows between the two of us. He punched me, I punched him and back and forth. All I can remember is the next day was probably the most sore I have ever been in my life. I ran into him not to long ago, we both had a good laugh at how we beat on each other for what seemed like about 20 minutes. I've been told it was only about 3 minutes total. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarge Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 This one time.............at band camp, No, while stationed in England in the 80's, I was in a bar downtown with some friends. The Brit dudes didn't like us because we had money, which attracted British chicks. Anyway, I'm standing around, minding my own business (with a Brit chick) and I see this Brit guy making noise that he's pissed because his girlfriend and other chicks are sitting in a booth with a Yank. So, after a few beers, he starts to walk over to the booth with a beer bottle in his hand. His friends are trying to stop him, but he looks determined to pop this GI with the bottle, so I mosey over to intercept range. Right when he rears back to pop this guy in the back of the head, I popped the Brit with mine. Well, he dropped like a sack of sh!t. Now, overseas, Americans take up for Americans, but we were outnumbered in this bar by about 5-1. The only thing I really remember as I was getting the sh!t beat out of me from all sides was grabbing this guy that was laying on the floor by his tacky tie, and when things cleared out of the way, I mashed him in the mouth. I got to do this 5-6 times. I don't really know who dragged my a$$ out of there, but it eventually happened. That was the worse I ever came out of a bar fight, but it makes the best story. I was a mess for a few days after that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheKurp Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 There's a saying on the island I grew up on. "If a fire, make it burn. If a blood, make it run." Translation: If you're going to get into a fight, be prepared for someone to die; either you or them. That said, I once saw someone die in a fight. Funny how that has prompted me to keep a cool head whenever a confrontation occurs, or is about to occur. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zen-like Todd Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 Originally posted by TheKurp There's a saying on the island I grew up on. "If a fire, make it burn. If a blood, make it run." Translation: If you're going to get into a fight, be prepared for someone to die; either you or them. That said, I once saw someone die in a fight. Funny how that has prompted me to keep a cool head whenever a confrontation occurs, or is about to occur. Are you sure that saying isn't about STDs? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BG Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 1. Was ever so convinced this would be the last one of 'em: I was in Georgetown(why?) for my 21st birthday. Had a great time and got sloppy drunk, good drunk, not pissed off drunk. Being my birthday, I wanted to hang out late. Only one guy would hang with me and of course he was pissed off drunk. Started sh*t with everyone. No challengers until he ran into some marines. He, being in the Navy at the time, thought he was hotter sh*t, Marines wouldn't have it and neither would I. I did everything I could to break it up until I saw them kicking him while he was down. I pulled my best WWF manuevers and then got hit in the back of the head. Blacked out, I guess. Found myself in the middle of the street on all fours getting kicked in the stomach and the balls repeatedly until this huge dude came along and picked me up. I don't really know what else happend to me but I have uncontrolable shakes all the time now(just kidding:silly: ) This situation bothered me so much, I moved to SC. Didn't hink I was around the right peeps... 2. This was the last altercation I had ever been in. About four years ago, some dude was nasty falling down drunk at the very end of a concert down here and wanted to fight me. My girlfriend at the time kept pushing him away and trying to prevent a fight as I was trying to wisk her out the door. Who all of a sudden got big brass cajones? MY GIRLFRIEND!?!?! Started pushing him until he got pissed and threw her on the ground. There were four cops and two abulances that arrived at the same time I arrived with my girl at a friends house twelve blocks way. I missed my calling. Should have tried to be a Navy Seal.I'm a musician now. Go figure..... In all seriousness, these were the lowest points of my life. I used to be a dumb teenger like everyone has been. It's ironic how these situations arose due to my efforts to stop them........... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheKurp Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 Originally posted by CrankyTodd Are you sure that saying isn't about STDs? Spoken like someone who's been there? :laugh: Bob Marley used the phrase in a song called Revolution. Revelation reveals the truth, revelation(Revolution, revolution, revolution, oouh…) It takes a revolution (revolution, oouh…) to make a solution Too much confusion, so much frustration, eh! I don't wanna live in the park (live in the park) Can't trust no shadows after dark (shadows after dark) So my friend, I wish that you could see Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free, yeah (free) Never make a politician grant you a favour They will always want to control you forever, eh! (forever, forever) So if a fire make it burn (make it burn, make it burn) And if a blood make it run (make it run, run, run), eh! Rasta de 'pon top, can't you see? So you can't predict the flop, eh! We got lightning (lightning), thunder (thunder), brimsto-one (brimstone) and fire, fire (fire, fire) Lightning (lightning), thunder (thunder), brr-brimsto-one (brimstone) and fire, foyah, fire, foyah Kill, cramp and paralyze all weak at conception Wipe them out of creation (creation), yeah (creation) Wa-Jah-Jah-Jah, wa-Jah-Jah-Jah (creation), wa-Jah-Jah (creation) Oh, let eye is i'es (i'es), in eye is black (i'es) In eye is red (i'es), in eye is dread, eh! Let righteousness cover the earth Like the water cover the sea, yere-yeah! Lightning (lightning), doo-doo-doo (thunder), doo-doo-doo (brimstone), doo-doo-doo (fire, fire) A lightning (lightning), thunder (thunder)… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redman Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 LOFL Cranky! (Where's your head, anyway?) :laugh: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PCS Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 Worked in bar/restaraunts for nearly 13 years. Many as a doorman. 5'8'' doorman. So yea. Too damn many. Ya know, those 2 guys who are making real arses of themselves? Being stupid, acting the idiot, causing all kinds of trouble? Sigh. They always have a 3rd friend. Ouch. "Nobody ever wins a fight". Maybe standing at the end, but man the next day...... pain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
usafskins Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 Bar fights, I have been in many! The funny thing is I am a happy drunk and I am never one to start a fight. Where I grew up fights never have been or ever will be fair. If you beat up someone getting shot was a real possibility, so I learned very early how to hold my liquor. It always seems like little guys seem to pick a fight with me. I am pretty muscular at 5'9" and 200 so most of the time I try to back out of it by using humor like, "Did you see that girl's t*ts!!" More often than not it doesnt work and the street starts calling me again and the fight instinct erupts. Air Sarge are you still AD? I had a buddy who was stabbed by some bloke in England, those Brits hate Americans and will headbutt you fairly quickly. I hate Marines, being Air Force these guys think that they call roll over you because of who they are. They forget that this is not war and they dont have an M-16 to cling to when the sh*t hits the fan. I am undefeated against them, 2-0. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yomar Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 Originally posted by usafskins most of the time I try to back out of it by using humor like, "Did you see that girl's t*ts!!" I like that Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redskinette_Vic Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 Does tossing a glass of wine on a chick who was hitting on my boyfriend (now husband) count?!? :laugh: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dchogs Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 nice pic vic! glad to see chris in the proper garb! bar fights? naw, i'm a lover, not a fighter. most of the time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PCS Posted August 2, 2003 Share Posted August 2, 2003 First of all Vic, that's a hel---ahem...sorry....smile and shirt that young Christopher is sporting there. :cool: Way too :cool: As for the wine thing. Yea. It qualifies. Seen that a few times in my day,(wine, beer, shots, onetime somebody elses).Usually meant that throwing down was an option. * Come to think of it, that's how I got into a couple of those fights. Girl throws drink on encroaching "chick", words fly, encroaching "chick" rescued by drunk or two who have up to that point failed miserably hitting on her. I had to say "to opposite ends of the bar with you people", drunks get pissed.....sigh....... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarhog Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 Originally posted by usafskins I hate Marines, being Air Force these guys think that they call roll over you because of who they are. They've got an entire history of rolling over people to back up the attitude. Marines aren't particularly fond of USAF guys either Probably because while you all are enjoying your hotel stay, air conditioning, and warm food, we're out in the blistering heat and sand, filling sandbags or getting sniped at. But its all good. There are ****heads in all branches of the service. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dexter's Better Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 Bar Fights? Way to many to count. (Had a friend in college who was the pissed drunk from Philly) -- Always would be him doing the talking.. and dropping after the first 3 or 4 punches. He was always brilliant in starting fights with 3 or 4 people when there was only 2 of us - or with 5 or 6 when there was 3 or 4 of us.. See where this is going? Anyhow, The only one fight I really think about anymore is the one I lost. It was my birthday and that friend was trying to stop this maniac (this guy had a rep for brawling, he was on the rugby team and was the badass of his frat) from coming into his girlfriends apartment, which we were in drinking. This guy was totally wasted and thought the party across the hall was in the apartment we were in. My friend pushed him out the door where there was a crew of his waiting to get in behind him - as soon as we got him pushed out the door an object missed my face by about 3 inches -- I knew I was in trouble. Little description here. There were about 7 guys with him looking for this same party... when he starts screaming that its "on" as he is being pushed out of an apartment into a hall way that is long and straight with no where to hide... I stepped back and looked around (knowing that I nearly had my face jacked with get this.. a VASE!!! That knuckle dragger's friend was drinking beer from a VASE) and threw a haymaker and hit the guy who just tried to crack my head with the vase - I felt his face break (later found out it was his nose and right orbital bone) and he dropped. From there everything went off. Basically I remember flashes.. I know I was at the end of the hall 3 on 1 while the guy I hit kept screaming (actually it sounded like crying...) I was doing okay down there until I heard my friend yell my name for help (The big guy and 3 other guys were doing a number on him..) So, being an idiot I went to help. The big guy was over my friends should with 3 guys around his right. I took a running start and threw a right that caught this guy square in the mouth and nose. I have ***NEVER*** hit somebody so clean before in my life without them falling. This Crazy mofo just stood there and smiled, blood flowing out of his mouth and nose. He said "Okay, now you are going to do die... you just made the worst mistake of your life." I got hit in the back of the head and basically got stomped by 6 guys while one of them held my friend. That was honestly the worst ass beating I have ever taken in my life. Worst part is. The kid I cracked in the face and did all the damage to came back (while crying) and kneed me in the head while bleading all over my white polo shirt. I spent the rest of the night in the hospital and the next 6 weeks with a "red" eye that looked like the terminators eye. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freakofthesouth Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 In Chas, SC, I've had my share of barbrawls... Once, me and a buddy were at a packed local bar, when this kid blatantly bumped into my buddy, and said nothing. Being the s--t talkers that he was, my friend goes over to all 10 of his buddies and decides to start yelling at them all. One of them cuts through the crowd and punches my friend square in the face, sending him flying agfainst the wall. I'm standing there, an innocent bystander,when all of these guys turn and look at me! The guy who threw the first punch raised his fist to hit me, and I proceeded to duck under his punch, pick him up and drag him (five steps away from his posse waiting to take their turns beating my face in!), then threw him into some bar tables full of beer bottles and fishbowls (drink specials). We both fell, with broken glass everywhere and girls screaming. As we baoth tried to get up, I slammed my hand on his chest, and grabbed his shirt, much like a hockey fight, and positioned my back to his buddies running over to punch me. As I kneeled over him, I was consistently giving him right hands, as I felt a few punches in my back. Shortly after that, I was pulled off of him, and the bar actually closed down, and I felt like an ass. About a week later, I saw the guy again, and we talked, then had some beers, and became buddies. Pretty funny! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dukeuch Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 Was not much of a fight, but the last one was about 30 years ago, in Georgetown at a place called the Crazy Horse (is it still there?). Anyway, me and a buddy saw a skinny kid getting pummeled by two huge bouncers. He was offering no resistence, and unless he had a gun, nothing deserved what he was getting. Anyway, we try to sort of step between the bouncers and this guy, and two other bouncers grab my buddy and rush him out the door. I follow down a long hallway, and see him on the sidewalk, face down in the snow, with some guy unafiliated with the whole mess sitting on his back pounding his head against the sidwalk. I got a good 10 foot running start and just creamed the guy into the side of a parked car. His head creased the door, and he just laid there dazed. We moved on and had a few more drinks. I hate fighting, but have to admit that one felt good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarge Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 Air Sarge are you still AD? I had a buddy who was stabbed by some bloke in England, those Brits hate Americans and will headbutt you fairly quickly. Yep, still in, 3 years left to go. And you are correct, Brit dudes hate Yank GI's. It got better as you got away from the bases though, much like the women Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sippin2020 Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 Got kicked out of a place in Chantilly (Blue Iguana) for a month. It was after a Redskins home game as a matter of fact. Worst part was, it was one of my best friends. We have a habbit of throwing punches at each other every once in a while. This time it got a little out of hand. We were up at the bar ordering what must have been our 6th or 7th round of Jager shots. Not really sure what happened but we were yelling at each other. So he hits me in the face. I hit him back, and we traded punches for awhile. Everyone in the place stops and watches us. The bartender starts yelling at us, so we stop, look at eachother, laugh a little bit, and decide to take it outside. It gets worse outside, rolling around on the ground, throwing punches, both bleeding a bit. The manager finally comes out and says, "That's it.........I'm sick of this..................you guys are banned from here..........................for a month." We both laughed kept hitting each other and left when the rumor of police involvement surfaced. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cskin Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 I too have been involved in a few bar fights. One in particular where I was dancing with a great looking woman right in front of an obviously obsessed ex-boyfriend (I was unaware at the time). We came back to a table and I was standing behind her, and this guy waves me over as if to ask me a question. I go over to where he is seated, and lean down to hear him due to the noise... I put my face right out there for him and he clocked me right in the nose. Didn't knock me down, but the blood flowed from my nose and it wasn't until three days later and the swelling went down that I noticed my nose was off center on my face. A visit to an Ear/Nose/Throat specialist and the confirmation it was broken and.... $350.00 later the nose was pushed back over to it's rightful position. During another altercation at a college santioned dance, we were "townies" and didn't go there, my friend and I witnessed a guy slap a girl. So... we decided I should go over and voice my disapproval because I was bigger than my friend and this guy was still bigger than me. We wound up outside and the guy kept pushing me and telling me I'd picked the wrong college campus to "play" on, and when he went to shove me and lost his leverage I clocked him in the nose. He fell right at my feet, like one of those WWF poser fights, and I proceeded to pull his hair back and repeat the initial step in quick succession. He picked me up around the waist and threw me over a metal fence onto an incline, but I landed on top of him.... which allowed me to punch him repeatedly until he was unconscious. My friend, a Luke Perry look-alike both in facial features and stature, stood above me while I pounded on him and repeated.... "Master says kick his ass....Master says kick his ass". None of this poor guy's friends intervened because I think they believed we were both crazy... and they were shocked their "leader" was being pummeled senseless. Later... when he regained consciousness... My friend demanded I go over and apologize... which I did. I've never seen a guy's face bloodier than that... and I later learned that I broke his nose as well. So... I guess in my life I'm even. Finally, in the morning... I woke up with a swollen hand and quite the hangover. Also, I had an uncomfortble twinge in the back of my hamstring. I reached back and pulled out a two inch sliver of metal from the fence... somehow I'd been punctured with it while being thrown over the fence. Only counseling has allowed me to face this incident and it's outcome.... and that's "all I'm gonna say about that". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AJWatson3 Posted August 4, 2003 Share Posted August 4, 2003 i haven't been in a fight in years, pretty much got all my anger out on the football field. the only place you can legally whoop up on some preppy a$$hole who never had to earn a goddamn thing-- and thinks he's better than you because of it. also, no fair fighting anymore. if i had a beef and could settle it one-on-one, no weapons, then i would raise my fists in a heartbeat. doesn't work that way though. a good friend of mine got on the wrong side of some dudes a couple years ago and got shot in the face. that is always in the back of my mind when someone is trying to start something for whatever reason... best to leave the situation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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