God, it's been ages since I've been in a fight. So far back, I can't honestly remember when exactly. Though, I do remember the kid was one of the numerous bullies at the school and a card carrying asshole. And as card carrying assholes usually do, they rather forcefully go after those whom they haven't antagonized yet and I guess I was next on his list. It really wasn't much of a fight to be honest and the outcome was determined quite simply. At the time I had been years into studying martial arts and he was well skilled at jack shit.

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I'm not confrontational and I never try to start fights... although my roommate and I took it a bit too far last year. We were drunk off our ass after the bars and listening to heavy metal, dancing around, being idiots. Well we started a grappling match and needles to say, my roommate punched me in the face twice because he thought I wound up for a punch. It was just a drunken mishap, but he chipped my tooth and my jaw hurt like a bitch for a week. Other than that, no fights

It's not WTFJWD.

Honestly it takes a lot to piss me off I have extreme control over my anger. My brothers "toughened me up" as they called it so I guessed that helped. Also gave me a high tolerance to pain. But sometimes I just break one of my friends was fighting me it was sorta fake but he's a little mental in the head and he got into it. He got in a ball shot.

That threw me over if there's one thing I hate it's ball shots. I wasn't really into the fight you know doing the motions but once that I flying kneed him threw him against the wall was gonna punch him again but my other friend broke it up .

So yea if you ballshot you better run

lol Ironically I almost got into one about ten, fifteen minutes ago.

The guy wanted to fight (taking off his jacket, glasses, and even one of his shirts), because I confronted him because he was talking about one of my friends. So I offered him a chance to throw a punch. He pushed me, nudged me, but never threw a single punch.

I laughed my ass off!

Yeah, this may have been wrong, but I followed him, laughing at him. I was waiting to see if he would really throw a punch.

He repeated the same thing, removed clothes, pushed, and nudged. Didn't punch. I grabbed one of his arms. He didn't punch. Grabbed the other. He didn't punch.

I swung him around twice, and swung him onto the ground. He didn't punch. With that, I pulled him close to me, and said softly, "Dude, you're a pussy. I gave you chance after chance to throw a punch, and you never did. When I let you go, I want you to walk away, okay?"

I let him go, and guess what he did?

He walked away!

Now, I'm usually not the kind of guy to fight, or even prevoke someone into wanting to fight, but if a guy is going to continuously challenge me to a fight, he needs to be about it. Pushing and nudging isn't fighting, at least not to me.

In the end, I think the guy's a punk, and he best not ever step to me again. Since we're in the same dorm, I'm just waiting to see if he will.

Yeah, I know, it was childish of me to do such, but 1.) I don't like it when people fuck with my friend, and 2.) I hate it when people pretend to be bad. It seriously irks me.

That's actually quite sad, I know how difficult having a small mental abnormality can be to an otherwise completely normal person. One of my closest friends has a very severe Multiple Personality complex that has to date ruined virtually all of her relationships and aliented many of her freinds over the years.