I used to be a bouncer at a strip club and I did security for biker events......

I retaliated against one of the kids who used to pick on me in middle school. He was looking through the window into another classroom. I walked up behind him grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the door. I walked away as he was holding his face. When school was over that day, he waited for me by the entrance. Right there we got in a fist fight as other parents just watched. It was many years ago so I can’t remember all the details. But I do remember having him on the ground with my foot on his chest. As I reached down to pinch his face, he threw 3 weak kicks barely enough to draw a little blood. I then picked him up and pinned him against the fence with my forearm against his neck. I held him there until he was about to lose consciousness then I released and threw him on the ground again. I picked up my backpack and started the 3 mike walk to my house Fast forward to high school and now there’s another kid who’s trying to mess with me. I didn’t fight back because I’m 6’1 and he’s 4’10. I figured he just had a Napoleon complex. One day before baseball practice starts, he throws his hands around my hips and tries for a takedown. I didn’t budge. At all. I leaned down, threw my hands around him and lifted him clean onto my shoulders. A few scenarios went through my head: I could jump up and let gravity damage his back. I could slam him down on his neck and back. I could’ve done it. I could’ve. He’s light, he’s annoyingly annoying, he’s a bully with a chip on his shoulder for no reason. I could destroy him and end his little reign of terror. But I didn’t. Instead I just threw him away from my and he landed on his side. Nothing more than a sore arm Sometime around the events of the above story, the same kid tries to mess with me during lunch. I was standing by a tree in the quad while listening to music. He gets the bright idea to pick up a snail and throw it at me while I’m wearing a new shirt. When I walk up to him and ask what his problem is, he gives me a chin check. It didn’t hurt, but for a moment I was stunned that he actually threw a punch. I snapped out of it and took a big step forward and threw a left punch that connected between his eyes. He went stumbling back and ran to the restroom yelling out that his vision was blurry and he couldn’t see. All the juniors and seniors in the area cheered and clapped for me. Some of them saw everything from the very beginning. Later that day his butt ugly sister confronted me about why I hit her brother. I told her straight up that I wouldn’t have punched him if he didn’t try to mess with me by throwing stuff at me

I used to get bullied a lot, being really small and skinny and quiet and super shy. When I was in 8th grade this one kid would was real into giving me a hard time for some reason. I always wore this baseball cap that my dad gave me, and he would snack the brim to make it fall off, grab it and throw it, stuff like that. I'd ride my bmx bike home and he would often sit on a fence that was next to the sidewalk that was on my way home. As I'd ride by, he'd flip the hat off my head, yell insults, throw stuff at me, stupid stuff. One day as I was riding my bike along that route, a couple of friends were with him and he jumped off the fence to stand in front of me. In the moment I'd decided I'd had enough. So I slowed down a little, hopped off to the left of my bike, took a step and swung it around by the handlebars with everything I had. The bike knocked him off the sidewalk and into the street. A car screeched its brakes and swerved to avoid running him over, but really it was the driver panicking and being super careful, I don't think he would have hit the kid. Either way, good on the driver for being alert. The sound of the car screeching and how quickly it swerved and slowed down made the situation seem really dangerous. I practically shit myself, thinking I almost caused the kid to get run over and possibly killed. I hopped on my bike and rode past as the driver pulled over. One if the kids friends just yelled the F word and the other one said "Holy shit!" when it looked like he was going to get run over. A few minutes later the driver sped ahead of me and pulled over, rolled down his window and yelled that I should be more careful and called me a little shit. I said "I'm sorry, he bullies me a lot and those three guys were waiting to kick my ass and I didn't see you." He said he should call the cops and then drove away. I never heard from the cops, and that kid left me alone after that. So maybe that wasn't a fight per se, but it was a situation that scared the hell out of me in the moment. It felt really crazy at the time, and for awhile I felt realy nad that I could have gotten that kid hurt really bad. Even now, just remembering it gets my adrenaline pumping lol.

I was in a pillow fight last week.

Back in the nineties I use to work this gig as a Texas Ranger. Whenever someone would step out of line, usually I’d deliver a roundhouse of justice right to the side of their heads.

How far down the rabbit hole do you want to go? No joke, I've seen people beaten to death...multiple times, in multiple different countries. I don't think that's good content for this forum. I actually thought long and hard, as to if I should even post this...hmm, maybe I shouldn't.

It was in Acre in 1189. I remember that moment when I grabbed a dead Saracen's scimitar and threw it across the battlefield at a Saracen who was about to attack a friend from behind. Unfortunately all I hit was the beard at his chin and part of it was cut off. With eyes wide open he looked me in the eyes in shock and my friend used his chance and rammed his sword through the Saracen's throat. I'm sure we would have laughed but there was no time to.

I'll never forget my freshman year of high-school. Saw my first fight. I was -blam!-ing floored when I realized a punch doesn't sound like it does in the movies!

When I was 12 a lad 4 years older tried to rob me . He demanded with threats for me to empty my pockets . I looked at my mate and mouthed grab my money. I threw my money on the floor . As the lad bent down eyes fixed on my money ,I booted him as hard as I could in the face.he went sprawling,my mate grabbed my money and we legged it. 3 weeks later I was with friends going to a rugby match when this psycho caught up with me . He grabbed me and held me by my ankles over a railway bridge threatening to kill me . No sooner as he put me down I punched him as hard as I could in the face . He chased after me and kicked my ankles , I went flying into the side of a moving car . All this happened in front of the police ,they grabbed the lad and asked if I wanted to press charges or make a complaint. I told them to keep hold of him until the match was over. Although our paths crossed several times after this incident he never said boo.