What are the stupid things/techs that Guys have tried to pull on you in a fight?
I am talking real life situations here, not tourneys or sport comps.
One of my favorite ones happened in a pub.
2 Guys behind me started to shove each other around and one guy bumped into me causing me to spill some amber.
So I turned round and told him to buy me a new one when the fight is over and turned back.
Now the little bright spark decides to let me have a rabbit punch into the kidney region.
After which I turned and nailed him in the kisser with my helmet (love FF-Helmet fu)and started to explain to him that punching my Kidneys is useless as I got a Bikers Jacket on with a sawn in Kidney belt & Biker pants underneath, and that those are designed to protect me coming off a Bike at about high speeds.
And I love the Guys that grab your shirt and try to explain to you what pains and aches they will give you as soon as they are finished talking.
Ooh, pls, do that. I can do some nice things to that wrist, arm & elbow while you talk big.
Last one for now is the TKD Guy that decided to do a nice sweeping kick. hooked a chair & Table with foot and floored himself due to lag of space for such a stunt.
So what amazing things have guys tried to pull on you??
I had an “incident” outside of a bar & grill after work one evening. I’m in a shirt, tie and slacks hanging out in the bar area. This girl was with her friends at a table in the bar area and a guy comes in and sits down at the next table over with his friends. Ol’ girl starts shouting taunts at him (they obviously used to be in a relationship) and he taunts back. She won’t leave him alone, and eventually he gets up and stands in front of her table shouting. This goes on back and forth for a while till she stands up and gets in his face.
He starts shoving her at this point, so I decide maybe I ought to step in. One of my “hot buttons” is guys who beat up women. Now, by all rights, this chick was egging it on, but she was about to get hurt as he starts escalating the shoves and pushes her into the brick partition between the bar and the restaurant area, so I go over and tap him on the shoulder. I ask him if he’ll go outside and cool off. He gets the hint and says something about “we’ll go outside alright”, blah, blah.
Now I’m 22 at the time and still have a bit of young ******* punk in me, so when we get outside, I tell him I’ll give him the first shot free (yes, I realize this was epicly stupid). He pops off a typical round punch and lands me square on the lip. I suppose he was smart enough to figure out that it was my turn now, so he thinks he’ll be clever and tell me that he’s a wrestler and how he’s going to kick my ass. He shoots for the double leg, so I grab his head and feed him a knee.
He arches back involuntarily and his nose is just blowing blood all over me. He goes down unconscious and I check to see if he’s still breathing and beating. Since he is, I haul my ass on home.
The more humorous epilogue to this is that when I get home, one of my roommates is outside our apartment on his first date with a girl he’d been mackin for months. I come walking up with a shirt solid red from collar to belt on the front. Even with a feeble attempt at explanation, the poor girl bolts and doesn’t come back. My boy was piiisssed.
I had a guy pick up a table lamp and swing for me. It was still plugged in at the wall and his arm stopped about a foot from my face where [cool as hell] I just smacked him down with a right cross.
Everyone said I looked the King Of Cool [TM] 'cause I didn’t even move when he swung, but if the plug had jerked out I’d have looked like such a nob.
Ah well - good luck comes to those who react slowly
If you are pretty sure you can take the hit, then it can be pretty unsettling for your opponent when they hit you and nothing happens. This once happened in an altercation with my father years ago - he sucker punched me and then landed another before I pushed him away. He was rather shaken by the fact that he got two clean shots in on me and I didn’t even move.
Ironically since that fight our relationship just got better and better.
This one fight I saw…was hilariously…it was asians vs. asians…I saw one guy do the flying dragon kick…u know the one BRUCE LEE does…like on the cover of DRAGON the BRUCE LEE STORY…he didn’t even connect and landed on cement…he wasn’t hurt but had a split on his pants…
A bigger guy once told me he was gonna smash my head in with a chair he was holding.
He should have lifted the chair first…
I broke his nose with my left punch…
We became good buddies not long after that…
LOL These responses have been funny. Guys, please understand that giving the guy a free first shot didn’t have anything at all to do with Budo or any other form of mental strategery. It was a stupid macho bullsht move on my part, nothing more. I was only 22 and full of pss and vinegar, as they say.
In the 60’s, it was the macho thing to do…letting the other guy take the first shot. We were also into fairness and all that idealistic stuff.
Also we internal stylists wanted to test ourselves as much as possible, so when we had an opportunity we took it.
My grandfather was dying of cancer when he was in his 70’s and he was a bagua boxer (too many cigarettes). My youngest brother and I flew to Hawaii to visit with him and I had an a**hole husband of my cousin…he felt all m.a.s were phonies and one or two punches would wipe out any m.a.. So we were at a family get together when my grandfather asked my brother and I to give a demonstration of our martial skill. My brother had belonged to a club for four years and learned northern style. So we did a very brief demo for the family and as we were talking separately to our family members my cousin’s husband walked up as if to shake hands and hit me in the solar plexus with a corkscrew punch…no warning, no pre move. I trapped his follow-up punch and I glared at him saying, “You’re married to family…you get one punch.” I let him go and he look stunned.
Apparently he’s slow and I’m slower, when I was helping my grandfather get to my uncle’s car, my cousin’s husband again took the opportunity and hit me with a cross hook to the jaw and one to the gut. I had my hands on my grandfather to help him walk.
I must have had a weird look on my face because my cousin’s husband put his hands up in surrender and immediately retreated.
My grandfather then gave me a very nice compliment about my future as a martial artist. I am still trying to live up to his compliment. (I stopped teaching publicly in 2001) (I am not doing that well…as I still get in fights…at age 53, but it is usually to defend others. I still need to learn to always take the higher ground.)
Even though he was very sick, he could easily beat my brother who he asked to attack him in anyway that he could. My brother couldn't even touch him. My grandfather said that he didn't want to compare skills with me. (I hope to get up to his skill level someday.)
i thought it was rather funny…years ago in high school a friend of mine was having an argument with another guy…this guy goes to pick up a desk (an older style one) and the thing must have weighed 50+ pounds, only to find he couldnt weild it like a baseball bat. my friend laid him out before it even got high enough to swing
The stupidest thing I’ve ever seen was by a guy I went to school with. He sent away to a magazine & bought a black belt & wore it to school. And I’m talking senior school (17+). I was giving him a hard time about it and he challenged me. So being young, dumb, & full of…‘beans’ I said sure.
We met after school next to the demountable classroom and he’s standing there in his black belt & school uniform and he strikes some stupid pose. I just looked at him. He then did something I’ve never even heard of before. If just surprise could win a fight I would have been hammered on the spot. He bent forward until his face was facing the ground and he couldn’t see me, and then he ran forward throwing little uppercuts at the air, none of which reached higher than belt height.
As he started this somewhat nontraditional attack a good six feet away from me I had plenty of time to react and when he came rushing in I just pivoted and used his momentum to push him into the metal wall of the demountable I’d been using to cover my back. He hit it at a rate of knots with the top of his head, made a sort of “Whuff!” sound, and passed out unconscious on the ground.
The best part was when the teachers were called (the “fight” took place about five minutes after school finished) I was let off because I didn’t hit him in any way and I didn’t start anything.
the funniest thing i’ve seen didn’t actually happen to me, it happened to a friend…
We were in the final year of High School and just hanging outside the school at break. In my town (which is small) there has always been a rivalry between the Army Cadets and the Air Cadets. My mate was in the air cadets. A really small guy, around 5’3". A gang of 3 big guys from the army cadets walked up to us and started calling him names and threating to ‘beat him up’. We walked off and were left alone for a while.
The bell rang, so i said bye to my mate and left to go to class. As my mate was walking down the road, one of the huge guys rushed him from behind. This guy was a member of the rugby team soi was pretty big and tried to tackle him. My mate turned at the last minute and basically powerslammed the guy to the tarmac! The funniest thing was seeing the guys look of disbelief and amazement as my small mate threw him thru the air! His eyes were bulging and his mouth was open… then he hit the ground, winded. My mate just left him there and went to class!
Another thing that happened to me was that i used ot get bullied when i was younger. Well, one of the guys cornered me and was gonna punch me. As he did so, i tried to move out of the way, by turning slightly. My bag swung round and he caught his thumb on it. I heard the sound as it broke! He punched without clenchng his thumb round the fist! i just ran off!
In a classic missunderstanding;) I was invited to spend 45 days in jail. This big tall fool was insistant on boxing with me. Nothing above the shoulders or below the belt. After two minutes of trading punches he got frustrated because I was working his chest pretty well and threw a big roundhouse at my head. I ducked and he hit the steel I beam I was backing myself up with taking the skin off of three knuckles exposing the bone. I smiled and walked away. The place exploded with laughter. “Don’t *uck with wildman, he’ll hit you with the building!!!”
