Anybody want to talk about the fight you lost and why YOU think you lost it? Or if the reason you lost is obvious,how have you changed your training methods to better prepare yourself for ‘next’ time?
J.L.B.
Hmmm,
Real fights, not just heavy sparring. Where should I begin?
- Got thrown over a pool table and choked once. I was pretty drunk and didn’t know that I was in a fight. Apparently the other guy thought I was. Fortunately friends were beating him senseless by the time I realized that I was in trouble.
- Got knocked the fu(k out once. Thought I was pummelling one guy on the ground when it turns out I was really fighting three guys, only one of which I was pummelling on the ground.
- No punches thrown and I still got my jaw broken. (His girlfriend hit me with a big rock from the side before the guy and I ever got into it.) I just walked away from that one.
Shall I go on…
All lost for the same reason. I thought the situation was what I was seeing at the time. And I was wrong.
JWT
If you pr!ck us, do we not bleed? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that the villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. MOV
Great topic.
It’s nice to know that everyone else around here is invincible.
JWT
It’s not that everyone is invincible. I’ve been extremely lucky in my life to have never been in a fight or even serious sparring that I couldn’t just walk out of.
Sorry.
I did get out of a guy’s grip, and I scared off another guy who was coming at me for I don’t really care to know what reason. But, other than that, my life has been fortunate and uneventful in this arena.
D@MN YOU SAFE PEOPLE!
JWT
We’re just a bunch of weenies JWT. Or maybe it’s because we now how to keep our mouth shut at the right time??? LOL
I’ve been in one “fight” it was in High School and then I didn’t know it was a fight until it was over. The whole school was out side for a fire drill and this tall black kid I’d never seen before said “what are you looking at” as I stared off into space in my own world (frequent occurance then). I guess I was looking in his direction. I think I said “nothing”, then he poped me in the mouth. He almost knocked one of my teeth clean out the bastard! I wasn’t even sure he’d hit me at first I was so surprised. The school caught him when he went in to get his hand bandaged and they fu@ let him go with no punishment because he claimed I called him a nigger. The pricipal was black and I wasn’t…enough said! Damn racists. I still have a discolored front tooth because of that as@hole.
I got “defeated” 'cause I didn’t know I was in a fight, but I’d probably have lost anyway as I had not real clue how to fight then anyway. I learned my lesson and some more lessons (juijitsu +karate). I’ve always been able to avoid fights since then. I don’t need to prove to myself that I can kick X’s ass and I’m a smooth talker. Probably doesn’t hurt that I’m 6 feet and 220+ lbs either. 
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I’m 20 years old, and so far the only fight I’ve lost was when my friend got into it with someone. We were trying to walk away when this kid came over and shoved me. I turned around and suddenly I’m surrounded by a huge crowd watching me fight this kid. Anyway, somewhere in the middle of all this I got kicked in the nuts. That was pretty much the end of it. I swear nothing has ever hurt more. That’s the worst that’s ever happened to me.
Peace
Well all of the “real” altercations that i have been in have all ended in my favor (thank god) but i can tell you about an incident that happened against a kung fu brother and i that changed my whole outlook on fighting.
I’m pretty flexible and when i was about 14-16 yrs old, i used to kick a lot when i was sparring. I used to try bunches of high (and in my opinion) obviously useless kicks. It wasn’t till one of my kung fu brothers snap kicked me in the nads that i realized that those kinds of kicks are useless. We were doing a type of street fighting conditioning class where we didn’t use any kind of pads or protection (i.e. groin cups). This class was only open to advanced students because we were the only ones thought of as having some remote control. Well my kung fu brother just reacted at my high roundhouse to his head and WHAM,i entered high pitch melody land for about 2 hrs.
This incident changed my outlook because i started training my hand techniques more. I realized that i was too incomplete a fighter just using my kicks. I eventually got in trouble because i used hand techniques that were not “orthodox” to the style. I used short southern hand techniques instead of the orthodox long fist ones (at least those dictated by the style).
The rest is history…
Peace 
Sounds like people 'round here is -not- invincible. I have yet to see someone who is, anyway
I have a very bad habit of being assaulted out of nowhere by people itching for fights, but my worst one would be down at my grocery store, where two people started ragging on me, and I just ignored them and walked, thinking that the smartest.
As well as two people now can circle you, they circled me, and first guy smacks me square in the chest. 
I shift my stance, and try to ignore the pain. This fails miserably, and I suffer another bitch-slap to the head 
Finally I regain composure, and whips off a frantic chain-punch in the first guys chest. He loses his stance and falls over. In desperation, I completely forget the other man, and as I turn, he has pulled out a switchblade and sliced me upside the arm.
Bleeding like, well, a pig for lack of a better metafor, I kick out in panic. A Sci Ni maneuver actually(I remembered later), it hit his knee, and must have dislocated it, for the sensation was quite grotesque. He falls over, dropping the knife.
The first guy is up again, but I am long running, just wanting to get the hell out of there.
I lamented what I did to them later, but it scares me that people are willing to pull a knife on some guy they meet in the grocery store, just because they are bored?
Well, that’s my story. Not a loss in the closest sense of the word, but morally, I think I lost..
SotW
The dance of life, the capering of elements, and skip of gods. The dance is mine, I AM the dance.
Great topic…
Hmmmm…it’s been a while since I’ve been in a fight (being old and married and all ), but when I was younger, I was pretty much a magnet for trouble, which got me into the martial arts in the first place.
I won some, I lost some (I remember once I was winning, but my friend who was racing on his bike to help me lost control of it and ran me over right as I was about to knock the guy’s lights out! LOL!), but one loss has always stuck with me, and actually still kinda affects me.
Some kid named Damien (like that’s not an indicator that he’s gonna be an a-hole) had decided to kick my a$$…I don’t know why. Well, he snuck up on me from behind and cold-cocked me right in the back of the head. He knocked me down, and I rolled over, looking up at him. In my karate/TKD class, we had been doing kicks from the ground…directed at the legs and groin and whatnot, so like a champ I fire off a side kick, designed to blast him right in the nuts. Well, I had my distance guaged wrong, and I landed the weakest blow imaginable right to his inner thigh. He just sorta blinked and laughed at me right before he jumped on me and wailed on my face until some adult broke it up.
The lesson to learn, I suppose, is to keep fighting, even if your first strike/move doesn’t work. I guess in my head, I was like, “I’ll kick him, he’ll drop, and that’ll be that.” Obviously, I should have kept kicking or trying to get up or something.
What still affects me, though, is that total feeling of helplessness when my blow landed so lightly on him. I still have dreams sometimes when I’m fighting someone, and every punch lands with that forceless contact. On some level, I’m very afraid that if I ever do have to hit someone, it won’t hurt, even though I’ve grown into a 200 lb. thug with BIG arms who can knock a heavy bag around like nobody’s business. I’m not sure what to do about it, mentally. I certainly think that this could affect me in a fight, and I hope I can overcome it, somehow.
Peace.
Reverend Tim
Let’s see…
The first time I was ever really “drunk”, I fought one of my sister’s friends, tripped over my own feet while back pedaling, and got pummelled. I looked like a raccoon because I had two black eyes.
Another time I got charged while I was sitting down at a party because I was disputing the score in a beer die game. Didn’t even have a chance to move. I was just knocked over, being strangled, and had my head smashed against the concrete floor repeatedly.
There was another time that I was watching a fight at a party, but somebody must have thought I was in it because I got blind sided by one of those duraflame logs. I didn’t go down, but I couldn’t see. I was then tripped and kicked a few times.
It’s all just fun stuff like that.
Jeez, Ford…
Time to move out of Revere! 
Peace.
Reverend Tim
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uhhh…real fights…well, I got into a fight on the ice during a high school hockey game..I guess that doesn’t really count…hmm..being a pretty mellow, low key guy, I don’t think I’ve ever been in real fight. When I was in college, during the summers I worked in a Kraft(yogurt) factory. The regular workers had threatened us summer help, saying that they were going to throw us in a huge vat of cold water during our last week. My buddy Dave carried an x-acto knife with him, telling everybody that if they tried to grab him they were going to get cut. Being slightly less psychotic, I didn’t carry any weapon, and sure enough, a couple days before I was done I was approached in back room by a couple of the regular guys. They were laughing, but it was slightly serious. As the lead dufus approached me, I said half-jokingly “watch out, I know Karate”. He kind of smirked and kept walking. I was still kind of joking around, and I was going to do a high kick and land it next to his face to show him I wasn’t kidding. Well, probably because I was nervous, I misjudged and really clocked him pretty hard in the jaw with the toe of my work boot. His buddy started laughing, and he was laughing too, trying to pretend it was nothing, although I had hit him pretty good. They both just went back to their jobs. The next couple days I was constantly made fun of–every time I walked into a room someone would yell out “hey, watch out for Bruce Lee”, and then some of the tough guys would say “you try that shit with me and you’ll be sorry”. Let’s just say I was ready to get out of that place—but I didn’t get thrown in a vat …man, my fight experience is pretty lame compared to JWT .
LOL! Naw. All that happenned in Framingham.
Hey, we can’t delete our own posts anymore?–oh well, just ignore this one
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the fights i have lost…
5 against me - walking home from school and i got jumped. 1 of them went away with a broken hand. the rest beat the snot out of me.
4 against me – walking home from school again (i wasn’t liked much in school). 1 guy got his head slammed onto the hood of a car and he fell down and started crying. the rest beat the snot out of me.
4 against me – the same 4…walking home from school.again. his time i initiated before they could start. i grabbed one by the nads (i made sure to twist also). he fell screaming and puking. i managed to get another one in a reverse headlock and DDT him (let’s hear it for too much WWF!. i kept him in the headlock as the other 2 started kicking. they beat the snot out of the both of us.
3 cheers for catholic school.
‘instead of resting your legs, you should be standing up. instead of folding your hands you should be giving them out. instead of turning your back, you should be showing your face. why do you walk away?’ --.hwm.
I was walking by the public library after school when I was a senior and a group of three guys were standing in the driveway of the house next door. They refered to me by a derogatory variation of my last name (which I was very used to by the time I was a senior)when I looked just to see who had said it. I didn’t know any of the guys so I was just letting it go when one shouted,
"What are YOU looking at " to which I foolishly (although with no particular malice) replied, “You .” It seemed like the correct responce anyway.
This damaged the young man’s ego so he charged after me. I turned in plenty of time to see him but I had no fighting skills whatsoever. We scuffled a bit and both of our glasses landed on the ground. I wasn’t hurt but I had big puffy ski-gloves on and neither of us was doing much to the other through thick winter coats. I didn’t want my glasses to get stepped on so I just said, “Okay man, I give.” He said “You’re f**king right you give,” and he stalked back to his friends who had been making their way down the sidewalk.
Now that I think back on it, I guess I got away VERY easily. Some of you guys sound like you got the snot beat of you for nothing. I guess a small town bully was a good person to learn the “just keep your mouth shut when you can” lesson on.
The fight I lost(the one that changed me forever)was back in high school.The guy had been pestering my girlfriend,so,I had to stick-up for her.Unfortunately,the guy had 3"(height)over me,he was also about 50lbs larger than me,did I mention his reach was about 10feet!He looked lke a big,ugly gorilla!Needless to say,I was out-gunned in size,power and experience.(he was an experienced street-brawler with a lot more fights under his belt,and God could he take a hit!).The whole situation sucked for me.When it was over,I had a stiff jaw,a bruised tail-bone from where he bum-rushed me to the parking-lot with amazing speed,and I was quite dizzy and light-headed.What stopped the fight was when I caught him with a right hook to the corner of his right eye,I cut him good.When I saw how bad I cut him,I said,“c’mon man,I’ve had enough”.At this point we both walked away.Come to find out later that he just wanted to see how tough I was,because my idiot friends were bragging about me to him,and he was sick and tired of hearing about it.I can’t honestly blame the guy.I feel I lost this fight because he chose to quit,he didn’t have to,he did me a favor.But,I earned his respect the hard way and he’ll always have that scar I gave him.The scar looks kind of cool on him though,it defenitely makes him look more HARD-CORE.Since that fight,I have been doing a lot of strength and speed training.Fighting someone that much bigger and stronger than me was a real wake-up call.Did I mention his reach was 10feet(seemed like!)
Well…(embarrassed)…no one ever defeated me, but I actually defeated myself in front of 2 tough guys …LOL (true!) I was confronted by two guys who were very beligerent and threatened me. This was in a bar. I moved towards them, slipped on some kind of liquid (beer, probably)on the floor and banged the back of my head on a table behind me, which promptly knocked me out.I awakened to lots of people laughing at me. Even I started laughing, eventually. The 2 guys were gone. What a goofball I was! 
I lost my only real big fight. It was at a car show,and we had just finished a demonstration. Some local idiots thought we were just a bunch of crappy wax-on, wax-off karate kids. Well, we were kicking their ass, when it all kinda cleared when it centered on me and this big asian kid. Everybody was just kinda lookin at us, like a showdown. Anyway, I was a better fighter, but the reason I lost was showing off. Hey, it’s damn hard not to pose when every damn motion in Hung-Gar looks cool.(Can you say Wong fay Hung?) I kinda got caried away and the next thing I knew his chum hit me with a tire iron. Y’know, the ones that are shaped like a plus? Damn thing hurt for weeks.