Throwing Down

[Handprint]

I don't fight, i hide.

[Cinjin]

I should note that I'm not attempting to glorify fighting (or any kind of violence) in any way.

I was more curious than anything else. Many people, both male and female, go through an "angry" phase, or a time of insecurity, when they have something to prove or an issue that is being worked out ... and some of those people become physically aggressive towards those around them.

I was a very angry 20 year old. I didn't actively go looking for fights, but you better pray that you didn't initiate one with me. Christianity (and my fundy parents) made me a vicious opponent.

These days, you would literally have to punch me in the face to get a violent reaction out of me. Personally, I just want nothing to do with it.

Doesn't change the fact that I'm a fan of both boxing and UFC, making the occasional street brawl still kinda fun to watch.

[Cyberman]

As a general rule I tend to avoid the sort of conflicts that might end up in violence, even if it means coming over as a coward I prefer that to getting hurt physically. However, there was one occasion of which I am particularly proud.

Several years ago, before we moved in together, my Sam lived on her own about three miles from me and we'd often travel up on the bus together. In fact I spent more time living there with her than back home with my parents. Anyway, we'd made sort of an enemy of this total dick, who rarely resisted the opportunity to sit behind us and act like one, and a particularly childish one at that (throwing bits of paper at us, pathetic taunts, that sort of thing) before leaving the bus a few stops before ours.

On this occasion, we'd noticed him sitting with his pal at the back, eating some fast food or other. As the bus went on I heard this wanker whispering something about "throw it in her face" as they passed by (I've got damn good hearing). As Sam was by the window, this meant they had to walk right by me, so I watched out of the corner of my eye as they approached. I saw his arm go back with his empty paper rolled up in his hand, then without warning I flashed my hand out, grabbed his wrist, twisted and threw him on his arse. By now I was trembling, both at what I'd done and the expectation of reprisal for which I wasn't anything like as prepared. He stood up shakily and started mouthing something, then his mate said that they were going to miss their stop and dragged him down the bus.

Interestingly, several of the passengers who must have been familar with the twats congratulated me. Not to mention, of course, that I was Sam's hero - a role on which I capitalised to the hilt.

(ETA: No idea how this fits in the poll though.)

[Cinjin]

(ETA: No idea how this fits in the poll though.)

Fits just splendidly ... and an entertaining story.

[Cyberman]

Thanks. One of the few times I was heroic, at least physically. There was a follow-up, actually. Next morning - Saturday - I popped into the local police station to make a voluntary statement and get my side of the story in first, just to cover my back if twatboy decided to get an assault charge on me. That was the last I ever heard of it though.

[The Grand Nudger]

I've never in my life went out looking for a fight. I suppose it could be said that I did, but in my opinion at least, it was more an issue of complete naivety. Then again, maybe I'm just deluding myself, maybe I was looking to pick a fight and I just didn't know it.

[jackman]

wow, so we have a crew of one-hit wonders here. nice. who'da thunk it with all the talk of physics, maths and the such. well, i suppose i'll fess up a quickie story that i argue to this day i won, but to no avail. everyone who saw it live, says i lost - bitches! haha.

very simple. 2 guys come up to the bar with their chests poked out, asked me if "the fat bitch" downstairs is my friend. i kindly ask them to refer to her by her name, which was robin. they repeated the joke and told me they'd be waiting for me downstairs outside the bar if i wanted to *talk* about it. i took one more swig of my draft and went outside ... because i was 20yo ( that should explain everything). lmao.

i puffed up my chest and started my act crazy routine, hoping to scare someone or uncover the fact that these 2 guys were indeed punks acting tough. well, they weren't. right as i stood my ground and chested up to the guy tho spoke the most, his friend blindsided me. i wasn't out cold, but i did manage to find concrete with my back for a quick second. i lost my hat, which i'd rolled a huge fatty (i don't smoke the ganj, but i kept one handy for the ladies at all times) and it was tucked beneath the brim. so that sucked. the punch wasn't hard, it was just correctly thrown. we tangled up for a few seconds after that until it was broken up. win some lose some. never lost one face down tho. :-)

worst part is i know the girl but she was annoying to me too, i didn't particularly wanna fight FOR her.

[frankiej]

I've been in plenty of fights... not including the ones when I boxed.

I'm not proud of it, but most of them were to protect a friend... usually a drunk friend.

[jackman]

I've been in plenty of fights... not including the ones when I boxed.

ok, so ur a blues man AND a practitioner of "the sweet science". impressive, dude. :-)

[frankiej]

I traded my gloves in for a guitar. Best decision I ever made.