I remember one time where I was in class and I got in a heated argument with another student, The teacher proceeded to have us spar a bit to cool off.
We squared off and landed a few on each other and at one point my dojo brother threw a roundhouse at my head and I saw it coming, real slow and my mind was screaming “BLOCK, DUCK, DO SOMETHING JACKASS!!!” and my body decided to get offended and it did nothing. The next thing I remember I was counting the light on the ceiling and being asked “Are you ok?” “Do you know where you are?” my response was “Sure,I’m on the floor” was funny as hell in retrospect but I learn to work better on my reflexes.
I hope all enjoyed this story!!
5th Grade - 3 Against me;
It was two sixth graders and 1 fifth graders who were trying to look cool. Anyways, one left with cracked carpals, another with a fractured foot and another with a really bad bowel problem. I left with a broken index finger and a puffy cheek.
8th Grade - 6 against me:
The three same guys who wants revenge and 3 of their friends. 2 Ran off when I kicked out one of the guy’s knees. I grappled the fourth and brought him down with a sweep and a relatively light jab to the solar plexus. I ran after that, leaving 2 guys on my tail.
10th Grade:
4 guys on me. I took them all and walked away with a sore foot and a bulging elbow.
Underaged Drunken Monkey
I used to skateboard a lot. It was around midnight at the Anahiem convention center by Disneyland. 3 older guys showed up on their boards. There was 3 of us. We could tell they weren’t skateboarders. My friend said something and the biggest guy thought it was too him. (which it was, just not said quietly enough) and they started yelling at each other. I knew then we were in for it. I started yelling and the guy hit my friend and my friend took off while the guy started toward me. Then his friend jumped in and said “let me take him” Right away he started swinging. I dodged the first couple shots then landed one to his head. That is the last thing I remember on my own. My other friend who was just watching said the big guy came and blind sided me. I hit the ground hard but got right up yelling don’t take our boards. I don’t even remember the ride home. One of my back teeth is still crushed. The weird thing is my tooth. It was on the side that hit the ground not the one he hit.
Once I got into a fight in Colorado where it was snowy and cold. I wasn't dressed for the weather so soon into the fight we were on the ground and I got really cold and my body froze up. The guy I was fighting bashed my head into a solid block of ice while his friends kicked me in the sides. I played dead, when he started to walk away I pounced on him and slammed his head into a slanted wall of cement. He got really pissed and I was back to getting my head bounced off the ice untill he was satisfied. [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_smile.gif[/img] ...oops
I guess it depends on your definition of losing. Whenever my mouth fu fails to end a problem and it gets physical, I consider it a loss.
My most tense fight was against seven gang bangers who jumped a friend of mine and were pummeling the shit out of him on the ground.
I dropped three of them before they new they were fighting me. In fact, I was unscathed until I faced the last guy standing. I was about to beleive life COULD be like a kung fu movie. Oops. I tried to subdue him without hurting him, and nearly got my eye gouged out for my trouble. So, I broke his leg, very deliberately. But not after taking some shots to the head that had me seeing white.
A year later I discover I have micro fractures in seven of my teeth. Mosdt likely caused by the punches I took to the head. They required thousands of dollars and effectively ending my San Shou goals. (If I wanted a full set of natural teeth.)
So, who’s the winner?
I lost plenty of fights against a high school wrestler in the past 2 years. I always kept coming back to try to show that guy that I could beat him up (and now I feel really stupid for doing that), but he’s broken my ribs, choked me out, and bodyslammed me into the ground. I’m lucky, considering that he nearly snapped a guy’s neck in another fight and got suspended from the school. He transferred to another school, so I don’t have to worry about facing him anymore.
If you changed the topic to “Fights you’ve won”, I would have a shorter list. 
The only one that comes to mind right now is this:
I was at a fund raising dance for some paegent for some girls I knew. It was a cheap affair…they didn’t even have dance lighting…so it was dark.
I was walking in and some guy elbowed me in the hall and asked if I wanted trouble. I said, “no” and walked off. As I walked off, I could see the reflection in the window that he was following me. I went around a corner and waited for him. He came around and I was going to ask him what the problem was..but instead his girlfriend materialized out of thin air (the darkness) and started accusing me of calling her a bitch. I had never seen her before in my life. When I was saying, “Why would I call you a b****? I’ve never seen you before in my life.” I noticed my head bouncing off the brick wall behind me. It took me a second to figure out who was hitting me. This guy had been sucker punching me while I was talking. He hit me 3 times and cut my lip. I was just getting ready to teach him some respect when the DJ jumped off the stage, beat him up, and threw him outside.
I consider this “one that I lost” because I didn’t win it…someone else won it for me. Damn!
Actually it was good…when the cops showed up I was able to tell them that I hadn’t hit the guy even once and they asked around and verified it.
Of course I was kidding about the regret of not fighting this guy. He was a minor, I was not. I would have gone to jail. It all worked out in the end; although, I did have to get stitches in my lip and I didn’t have alot of money in those days.
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I know the feeling. I got my chimes rung playing soccer once. Oops! 'shoulda wore a cup. <BLOCKQUOTE><font size=“-1”>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by DiME:
[b]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.
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I find your outlook to be confusing. You seem to feel that you morally compromised because you defended yourself. Can you think of another way that you could have gotten out of it? If you were surrounded and they had a knife, I don’t see what else you could have done.
Why feel guitly about defending your life? Isn’t that what martial arts training is about? It’s not like you tried to rob them…they came to you WITH A KNIFE of all things! I would have been proud of myself for being able to defend myself without having to kill someone. Everybody lived and you escaped. You can’t ask for more than that. <BLOCKQUOTE><font size=“-1”>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Seeker of the Way:
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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
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Just my 2 cents, Rev. Maybe if you did a bit of full contact sparring then you would be able to break that mental hang up. You would see that with the strength that you have since aquired you are a powerhouse. Maybe you have to test your strength on another man and not just on a bench press in order to convince your mind. Just a thought. <BLOCKQUOTE><font size=“-1”>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by ReverendTim:
[b]Great topic…
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.
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I think that I have been speaking out of turn in some of my posts. I was speaking without putting full thought into what I was saying.
I apologize and let me clarify.
I have said a few times that there is no subsitute for “full contact” sparring.
Please understand that I come from a Western Boxing background where a full contact spar won’t (usually) get you killed. There are not kicks, pressure point stikes, etc. in American boxing.
My recommendation for full contact sparring was made without the consideration that there are some of you out there who can kick like a horse. A full contact spar with some of you guys would surely end up in someone’s permanent disability or death.
I was thinking with Wester boxing on my brain and not Chinese boxing.
I would just like to clarify that with all of you…especially the ones who were asking questions about courage, etc.
Perhaps a medium contact sparring would suffice.
Anyway, I apologize for letting my fingers run before my brain.
I hope no one gets hurt on my account.
I’ve only lost one fight. Not because I’m invincible but I’ve always been underestimated because I’m not very big. The fight I lost was kind of a stalemate. The guy walked away with an eye that was swelling and I had a black eye myself. I see this as a loss because I should of beat him but I was to drunk. I kept aiming for his face dead center (he had poor defence, hands low), but I kept hitting him in the side of the head! I now drink less when I go out.
I think what all this comes down to is don’t be as drunk/unaware as the other guy, and if a group opproaches you, RUN!. At least this will stretch them out a little to take on one or two at a time if you’re lucky. The only fight I lost was in high school. I was having an argument with this bigger kid, and I told him to fuck himself or something similar. He pushed me, and I pushed back hard, and he fell down. I went back inside, pretty sure that he was going to get up and beat the crap out of me. After school I was sitting on the bench by the bus stop, and he came up behind me and smashed my face into a puddle on hard dirt. I had a bloody nose, and a lot of mud on my face. Not really a fight really, but I think, like most of the fights we’ve all lost, it didn’t start with “hey, you wanna fight”. In that situation, even against a larger opponant, most people do at least a little damage and everybody walks away injured. Of the 2 fights I’ve been in as an adult, I won both, and both were face on “lets go” situations, rather than the oh so brave sucker punch. I think a good drill to work would be, have your fellow classmates surround you, like you’re on a crowed bus, only 3 or 4 would be nessesary, and one will attack you out of nowhere, not too hard, just a bunch of medium powered punches with gloves on, or a grappling/punch combo attack. Mabye try with everybody yelling at you, or pushing you slightly. You have to practice going from relaxed to fighting hard in as short a time as possible. This lack of ability to react to the real attack while surrounded by distraction could help counter the surprise of the sucker punch. Sure, you’ll take the initail hits, but you won’t let them overwhelm you. Also, good advice whoever said keep up your attack, even if you don’t connect with the first. That’s something that I’ve had to get over. I would spar in class, throwing combinations of 3 to 5. Jab jab, cross, thigh kick, hook, rear hook, and feel like an idiot everytime I missed or threw something obviously weak, and felt like everybody watching was secretly laughing. Look at any pro boxing match. They miss all the time. If you miss, it may have actually set up your opponant for something else. Just hit again. If you attack and attack, maintaining forward pressure, it makes it much more difficult for your opponant to attack, even if every blow doesn’t connect. In a 12 round match, you’ll just tire yourself out, and so it’s appropriate to pace yourself, but in the street, you’ve only got the one round. Attack like a madman and keep it up. Look at boxing once again. Unless there is an extreme missmatch, the boxer who threw the most punches wins.
hmmm well i never got in a real fight but i do spar with Yanglao and he kicks my ass
Well iam a bouncer at a club and i took martial arts for 3 years on and off. Iam in it strictly for the money and when i throw people out they are shaking my hands by the time they are out the door because i show respect. But one day these group of guys came in and i remember asking them to leave two time prior to that. so the last time they were barred. just this past weekend i was out with my freinds enjoying my only night off work in the week (saturday)night. i got to this club and i was drunk as a scunk. well these guys seen me recognized me and with no confrentation they jumped me. it took about 10 seconds to realize that i was in a fight. then it was broken up by the bouncers and the cops of that bar i was at. then we went outside and i was so mad to be assaulted like that, and the guy wanted to go one on one, so i agreed… and stupid me i was so drunk my little neice could beat me. then i went out of sight to look for the guy for the one on one and from behind one punch and got knocked out. while i was on the ground with my head against the pavement he was hitting me which put huge scratch on my face. Well the piont of the story is that i learned my lesson and it’s one of many. I will never go out in public to a place with that many people that drunk. actually not drunk at all. i should always be in control of my body and my sarroundings. or i might be a ego boost for some other dude who might not like the fact that i have a job to do and i do it…
SO STAY SOBER OR JUST DON’T FIGHT…
I can’t believe this topic is still here. The old ‘Vigilante’ days-
Will anyone read this
Since this is a couple of months old maybe noone will read this but I figured since so many of my Massachusetts bretheren posted I may as well.
Lansdowne Street, downstairs at Mama Kins, very very drunk. I got into a little pissing contest w/ some guy. After our little contest I kept mouthing off and decided to take my jacket, not to fight but because it was friggin hot. He charges me when my arm are all tangled up. Next think I know I am on the floor covering up as I recieve a major ass kicking from him and 10 of his buddies (so I was told). I was saved by one of the bouncers (a guy I would train with) and a kung fu friend of mine.
It was not pretty and I was bruised up and bleeding from the head where one of punk bitches decided to jump off a chair onto my head. Leather boots and my head don’t mix too well.