Ever beaten anyone up?

Self defence, retaliation, planned, sheer bullying violence, spill it

yes, I have

Once because a bully told me to and I was afraid he would beat me up because I didn't.

Once because dude was making race jokes about my dead brother.

Haven't been in any type of physical altercation since I was... 15?

My brother was always the aggressor with me, but one time he pushed me too far and I splashed his nose all over his face with a sweet left hook. Twice he broke a knuckle swinging for my face and hitting my skull instead.

once in u.s., when i hit the guy that became an ambassador to iraq
once in england, when my friend ronan asked me what would happen if he poured a beer over my head, and i told him i'd punch him, and he didn't believe me and poured a beer over my head and i punched him and knocked him out cold and he fell on the floor of the danceclub and then woke up a few minutes later and laughed about it and didn't remember that i'd cold-cocked him.

none of these are fun barroom stories ffs

xp nm remy saved the day

haven't been in a physical fight since I was 18, but oh man I got into fights constantly when I was a kid. was mostly on the receiving end of beatings tbf. I was always the smallest kid in my class, which made me a natural target, but then I also talked back to people that gave me shit, a real recipe for success...

i am a wimp. one time in school, though, some guy was pushing me around and two of my friends stepped in to kick the shit out of him. 15 years later, they're both in prison. (not for that particular shit-kicking. that would've been a good story.)

if brothers don't count i've not thrown a pinch since early days in secondary school, tho i've been ko'd by a mate p much per remy's story.

Never beaten anyone up, don't think i'd have it in me tbh.

how many black ppl have you beaten up???? *scared*

I have been in exactly two (2) fights in my life, both in the 8th grade, neither of which involved more than pushing and shoving. So, no.

a pinch ffs

If i ever encounter the designer of this touchscreen interface i'll be revising my entry itt

relax dan i like you

(sidestepped that one eh)

Never beaten anyone up, tried but ended up getting beat up myself by about 4 or 5 guys. Think I've told the story on here before so I'll keep in brief, but I was at a bar with friends in college and saw a dude closed fist punch his girlfriend in the face hard enough to knock her over. Full of liquid courage I went after the guy, turned out the bar was his frat's "bar" and the bouncers were his brothers. So I got my ass handed to me as they "escorted" me out. Bullshit all around, tbh.

once in 4th grade i socked a kid and bloodied his nose. at the time i think i mistook his horseplay for aggression. looking back i realize he was really more rambunctious and socially awkward than bullying. i still feel pangs of guilt.

once in 11th grade a couple of my stoner friends and i were jumped by some redneck jocks because they thought we were flirting with their would-be girlfriends. which was probably true. not much damage to us physically, but it did tip off an stoner/hood/hippie vs. socs/jock/redneck (mostly cold) war that lasted for about 2 years in my hometown.

About two years ago I got into a couple of fights, one of which was justifiable (some guy I didn't know kicked in my drivers side door, presumably because I drive an ex-squad car), one of which I probably should have walked away from (bar manager waits for my friends to leave then invites me back in so he can shove me around a little, thinking I wouldn't fight back because he's "protected" or whatever). Nearly got my ass beat a couple months ago due to some Coast Guard guys yelling at my wife and telling her to go back to her country, but I'm glad that was stopped right away since I heard they put someone in the hospital later that night.

Ans: No, but I live in hope.

nope, never. never gotten my ass kicked either. i'm pretty lucky, i think it would really fuck me up mentally tbh

had a couple of odd close calls with dipshits at bars (actually the same bar lol) and even those kind of stick with me in bad ways.

eh, now i think of it, i once clocked a guy in a karate sparring tournament and made him cry and got dq'd which was a bit wtf

Yes, 7th grade girl fight at Alamo Village, Catholic school field trip. It is what got me "out of my shell". Prior to that I was shy and had a reputation for being mousey. No one messed with me after that.

I remember using that Fonzi move where you grab a person by their collar. I did that after I called her a bitchslut. Then pushed her on the ground, got on top, started slapping her face then formed fists. Had to be pulled off. I have never again been so enraged and out for blood. Reason for the fight, we both shared the same ride up there and all through the trip she had been calling me stupid under her breath and whispering to other girls, looking at me and laughing. Had to spend an entire week listening to the religion teacher read passages by St Theresa of Avila and answer essay questions for a week after school.

Didn't have another girl fight until I was 25 with my ex-roommate. Similar strategy, but I got a fractured nose and the cops showed up.

i've maybe hit 3 people in my life, can only remember 1, never beaten anybody up.

last got hit near 20 years ago outside a takeout when i made the mistake of trying to calm a situation down

(a young man i was working with did try and bite my thumb off last summer tho, it was kinda pins and needly for a month or so)

actually tbf i've had a few unexplained injuries after nights out over the years, they may have been from some kind of punchy situation

I kinda can't imagine how you all went through childhood without punching anybody/getting punched. just the fights I had with my brother alone...

My parents broke them up/came to see what was happening if they heard too much noise.

Tho one of my bros did mix it up with my dad later in life. And lost.

me and my brother virtually never fought. the only time i can remember us hurting one another is when he tried to throw a dart near me to make me flinch and instead i swatted it and it stuck in the back of my hand

catching my brother in my bedroom with a girl I was kinda-sorta dating definitely did the trick

My brother is 13 years younger than me, so I'd pretty much been a terrible person for ever punching him. He punched me a lot during roughhousing though.

i tried to stab my brother in the chest with a snapped-off broom handle but HE STARTED IT

my brother and I are only 3 years apart so there was plenty of fighting. most memorable tactic was probably the few times I threw the cat at him.

I only hand out verbal beatdowns

got into a fight with a kid when we were in eighth grade. i wouldn't say i 'beat him up', but i didn't lose. three years later he died of leukemia.

jesus how hard did you hit him

i briefly considered not posting that but i mean it's only the internet, right?

haha I wrote and deleted that same joke about 5 times

is it making it worse if i excelsior that?

well i hope you enjoy your lack of sb's you fucking coward xp

for real though, note to self: never fight mookie

Punched a couple of people.tried to 'soccer kick' a guy who had fell during a fight in the head,but he blocked last minute. I'm very glad he did.

unless you're mookieproof

Slapped a girl who was one of a group of girls who were surrounding me at a water fountain at school. The police were called but they refused to arrest me (they knew about my problems with some of the local kids, which included harassing phone calls and kidnapped pets). I was kicked out of school (they provided a tutor) for about a year, and was only let back in on a part-time basis for the last few months before we moved to Iowa.

all that for just a slap? daym. in my experience of school fights nothing short of murder would've had a heavier punishment than a rollicking from the headmaster.

Oh man, yeah, a bunch of times, but it's been several years - strangely getting in fights regularly tapered off when I stopped working in bars and having large parties where lots of people showed up that I didnt know.

I pushed a friend to the ground when I was about 12 in a massive overreaction to something totally minor and I feel p. bad about it.

Since then, no, as I am weedy and uncoordinated.

Right. The school had already decided that I was mentally ill (true, but nothing that some good therapy wouldn't have helped with. I didn't get full-blown bipolar disorder for several more years afterwards) and dangerous (not even remotely).

Never been in a all out fight. When I was a kid I had aggression issues-one word usually sent me flailing at someone who would punch me in the stomach and knock the wind out of me. I once took a flying leap at a friend who beat me for a td pass in street football and knocked him over til he scraped up his knee bad. I felt bad instantly tho and helped him out.

Only real ass beat I handed out was at age 15- this kid was watching me play basketball and heckling and insulting me throughout, so I went and slammed his head into the sidewalk three times until he cried. That was really my last altercation as violence just kinda felt ugly to me in high school. If I saw them break out at school I felt queasy and plus I was small and couldn't really hang with some of the bigger dudes in a fight.

Kinda wish I would have been in at least one, not cuz im interested in machismo displays of manhood, but because there are good lessons learned from getting one's ass beat and I live in a seedier part of town now.

never been in an actual fight or thrown a punch since i was probably 9 or 10? i'm not a violent person. i do tend to make big friends though

In middle school there was this kid that wouldn't leave me alone for a week or so and rode the bus with me. One day on the way home from school he kept saying stuff about my mom so I took my lunchbox and beat him on the head with it a few times. I got like a day's in-school detention but mom and dad didn't punish me at all cos I was a pretty good kid, straight A's and all that. The day after detention someone in the class asked me why I was gone and I told them and got a big applause from the whole class. I guess the kid was a general nuisance who had it coming to him.

man there's never been anything worse than the small kid with the big mouth and the big friends, every school has them right

ha I'm not "small", just not the fighting type by nature, but I will talk some trash on the bball court, which is where the big friends can help.

not you!

quite a few times. i tend to swing first because when it comes to the squaring up i'm just so paranoid of getting hit first.

...until the Tumblr whites come out to play

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i don't know why i never got into fights. i have the slightest suspicion i'm blocking something out. i would go a little crazy when i got made fun of in elementary school, and i think the kids would consider beating me up, then just decide no, too weird, not worth it.

abbott, the guy you beat up sounds ok. that reminds me of this church situation that happened in the singles ward i went to sporadically before i stopped going to church altogether. i saw this guy during testimony meeting sitting a row or two ahead of me. he was my elementary school nemesis. something pissed me off, it was probably all in my head. so after the meeting's over and everyone gets up to leave, i yell "FUCK you, FUCK you," at his FACE, or something else involving the word "fuck," i can't remember, everyone looks at me and i kind of scurry off, haha. next week i apologized to him, kind of pathetically iirc. thank you for your time!

I got in a couple of fights when I was a kid, but nothing that serious. My cousin is six months older than me and lived across the street so we would get into a pretty major battle like once a year, and whoever happened to be bigger would always win. Last time was when I was 15, when we took a couple swings at each other but both realized it was futile.

I've always been terrified of getting in a fight though - I'm a relatively large person who tends to look mean (but not so large that people automatically think that I'd kick their ass), so I've frequently had dudes at bars look at me and try to start shit when in fact I am a huge wimp and have no desire to fight anyone.

I got harassed/bullied a lot in school and even forty years down the line I still remember each time very vividly. Curse of the near-photographic memory? It didn't help that I was a couple of grades ahead, wore glasses (started wearing them when I was four), and was about as athletic as a wet paper bag. One time in third grade I actually did get the shit kicked out of me by a fourth grader (seriously, I got kicked in the stomach so hard that I, um, vacated myself). It was all pretty bad and I had a rep as someone who was a pushover.

In junior high, there was one stretch of my walk home that I couldn't work around - it was the walk across the big soccer field to a set of stairs that led down to the top of the street. The jock/skater/surfer crowd would hang out on the stairs after school and it was always a gauntlet to walk past these guys. One day I was getting shoved around by a couple of the kids and I just opened up with a punch at whoever was the closest. I would like to say that I was inspired by Clint Eastwood, James Bond, and Captain Kirk and calmly defended myself but really I was just angrily throwing blind. Anyway, this guy gasped "fuck..." and then dropped to the ground doubled-over. His friends started chasing me and I just ran the hell out of there. The next day there was no Three O'Clock High-resolution... bullying was now the "we were just having fun, you psycho" tease all the time and that really didn't end until I lived with my dad (and eventually went to high school in a different city)

The fucked up thing about this was that I felt horrible and tremendously guilty for punching the guy. Still kinda do actually.

ah this bringing up so many bad memories. i think we're all apt to remember middle-school persecution because it is laden with such intense emotion and because it occurs at a formative moment. i can recreate entire episodes in my mind even now, 20+ years later.

and the anger doesn't quite go away, either. i still wish awful things on the people that bullied me.

one of them actually died a few years after i moved away -- he apparently got into a fight with the wrong people and was beat to death. i actually can't remember him too well anymore, let alone what he did to deserve my everlasting hatred, but i remember hearing of his death and (to my shame) feeling vaguely satisfied, in addition to horrified (if that's possible).

Never thrown a punch in anger, or had one thrown at me. One potentially epic fight happened between schools when I was about 15 (I went to the school in the town next to the town I lived in; weird rival factions teenage bullshit), but I played football and had been to primary school with a 'mover' in the rival school and he told one potential torublemaker to leave me alone (it was a bit "these aren't the droids you're looking for"). A few of my mates got punched or did some punching that night, but not me. I can remember a couple of punch-ups between people in our circle of friends but nothing all that serious. Any bullying I suffered was social / psychological rather than physical, and it's not left any lasting memories particularly. Guess I'm lucky.

oh, if parochial infighting counts, i was once an interested observer in a mob that overturned a minibus

the only fight I've been involved in as an adult was maybe two years ago outside a club, and stemmed from my friend confronting some younger dudes re: them stealing his laptop - this had happened a few weeks previously when he was high as fuck and invited them into his house (as total strangers) after meeting them in the street

I got hit in the face once and that was p much it

only predetermined one-on-one non-sibling fight I can recall from childhood was with my best friend for some reason, aged like 12, and we both attempted to use moves we'd seen on WWF which probably sums up our respective ability to fight

I don't think I've ever "beaten someone up" as such, had lots of fights when I was a kid but mostly not that serious. I had a really violent temper and was also picked on quite a lot so that would often end up getting physical but usually got broken up before anything too bad happened. I guess I did give a kid who stole from me a bit of a battering but "not the face" if that counts for anything.

As an adult I've been in approx 4 physical fights which have all been down to drunken confrontations. The last 2 were on the same night, which was pretty good going, but I'm not sure if those count cos I didn't throw a punch, the first one I was just protesting my innocence while the landlord of a pub laid into me for a bit, then a beggar started hassling us while I was still shaken up from that, I told him to fuck off and he hit me. That was about 10 years ago.

Aside from getting hit, chased across various parks and one railway line, which seemed to be an accepted consequence of attending football matches in the 1980's, I've only been in one proper fight as an adult.

My mouthy friend got into it with a group of 4 guys at closing time outside a pub. He got into my car and as I pulled away one of the guys started kicking the passenger side door. I stopped and got out, at which point they backed off a few yards. I then opened the boot of my car, grabbed my pitching wedge and kinda charged them. They scattered and I smashed the rear lights of their car. One of them spat at me so I punched him on the side of the head (fuckin hurt my hand tbh) whilst still holding the golf club in my other hand which did seem to deter any of them from fighting back. Completely cowardly tactics on my part but no-one fucks with my ride.

fuck worrying about 'cowardly tactics' when facing more than one person imo

Taking on four guys on your own doesn't seem particularly cowardly to me.

I was shaking so bad afterwards tbh. Partly because I realised I could've quite easily has my ass handed to me, but more from the thought that one of them might have fought back and I may have done something monumentally stupid. The idea that I could have swung a fucking golf club at someone was a bit horrifying to me in retrospect.

Crikey, good man (and good thinking, weaponing up). Can't entirely condone it, but hey.

Some silly stuff at school - basically one guy who was convinced that I was bullying him, not without reason tbf, took me on a couple of times when egged on by his bigger pals (i.e. some guys who wanted to see a fight). Just pushing and a bit of wrestling, because I had in mind that if I didn't throw any punches then I couldn't get into trouble. No harm done.

Then, ridiculously, a couple of times I've been happily drunk in a nightclub and passed by guys who're being thrown out by bouncers and have grabbed me on theirway past in a futile attempt to avoid ejection, which for some reason I've taken as carte blanche to punch them. Bewilderingly, the bouncers seem to have been okay with this. Now that's cowardly.

Most recent nearly-fight was stupidest of all. Last winter during the prolonged icy spell, I'm in a crowd inching our way across one of Glasgow's main shopping streets (literally a wet sheet of ice at the time). A car comes roaring up far too fast and makes an unindicated left turn, very nearly mowing down me and a couple of others. I'm on my phone and absent-mindedly bang on the car as it passes. Does the guy not stop, abandon his car in the road and come racing after me, shouting. I duck into an off-licence, still on the phone, to avoid him, and get a volley of abuse for cowardice.

I'd've been cowardly anyway, like, but I was actually walking between a funeral and the wake at the time, which made the whole thing less scary and more utterly absurd.

i could have gotten into a fistfight with a pensioner a month ago but i didn't get out of the car to him, just nodded and winked and grinned as he abused me and the likes of me and the cut of me and the bloody cheek of me

I hated to turn down an easy win but at my level he wasn't worth the exp points tbh

He might have dropped some fat loot though.

well the traffic was building up behind me as was

Short answer: no

what're you hiding damn you

When I was in sixth grade, I was definitely the weakest and dorkiest member of my crew and I got in a fight with the weakest dorkiest member of another clique. I think we were set up. The idea could have been "Doug and Christian need to learn how to fight" but it was probably more like "wouldn't it be funny if Doug and Christian fought each other?"

Anyway, one of Christian's friends had him throw a water balloon at me and all my friends were like "you have to go up there and punch him for that!" So I all went up there like "I want to fight you" and we all agreed to move it to the playground out in the woods so no one's parents would see.

We fought for a good twenty minutes and at one point he was doing a number on me. Our friends were kind enough to give us "Rounds" where they'd break us up and take us into our corners. My best friend Mikey was like "okay, to get this guy, you have to pretend that he killed your dog." So I jumped up and charged at Christian yelling "YOU KILLED ROXY!" which caught him off guard enough that I was really able to really lay into him.

He seemed to be on the ground for good and so I turned around and started walking back to my buddies when Christian sprung up from the ground, ran up to me, and gave me a solid kick in the balls from behind. I collapsed in tears, then hopped on my Diamondback and rode home.

A week later on the bus, my friend Brian was like "Christian wants a rematch". I didn't quite realize that as the winner, Christian wouldn't have any reason to want a rematch and this was all Brian just setting us up. So I agreed.

And after school, instead of just 5 guys watching from the sidelines, it was like every middle-school kid in my neighborhood. And when I called for a round break, I was greeted with laughter. And eventually, some of the eighth graders just picked Christian up and started hitting me with him. I hobbled home, this time with some pretty serious bruises.

I have never beaten anyone up.

Ive been in a ton of brawls, though not any in the last 10 years. Won some, lost a few. Worst was a fight with an Iowa City cop who came up behind me and tried to tackle me without identifying himself.. I busted his face apart and faced felony charges (and a few nights in the can), luckily i ended up pleading out to a misdemeanor. This right after a fight in a bar where a buddy of mine and I pummeled a bouncer for pushing my brother's girlfriend-the cop was trying to take us in for that.

loooooool beachville

this thread is like the discount verzh of 'ilx: who would win in a fight?'

just ppl declaring themselves as nonrunners

hmmn bill magill sounds up for a stramash

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I've never beaten anyone up nor been beaten up, but I have hit a lot of people and won the 2 fights I've been in (both too girly to involve actual beating.)

'Hit a lot of people' makes me sound like a wierdo, eh. The thing is I am a weed and shy and all but I have a really quick trigger. If I feel threatened or someone is threatening a mate or whatevs I get the red mist and lash out. This surprises everyone, luckily nobody has reacted by killing me.

I got a rep in 6th form for knocking a guy out in a hotel bar on a school trip to Russia. He was harassing a friend of mine, who was very short. He was very big and intimidating, and I clocked what was happening and just reached across her head with an uppercut. I think the vodka did more to bring him down than my tiddly arm-power tbh.

Then, ridiculously, a couple of times I've been happily drunk in a nightclub and passed by guys who're being thrown out by bouncers and have grabbed me on theirway past in a futile attempt to avoid ejection, which for some reason I've taken as carte blanche to punch them. Bewilderingly, the bouncers seem to have been okay with this

I'm a bad person for cracking up at this, right

also omg beachville

beachville used unwillingly as a battering ram! blimey!

just one more thing to beat the christian over the head with, how very ilx

No. Have only hit ppl in the face when we've both been wearing boxing gloves.

Very satifactorily shoved a nemesis flat into some shrubs in the fourth grade.

I had the same problems as Tera...too "sensitive". A few junior high "fights" fixed that. All of a sudden I was ms. dontfuckwithme. I regret it but the "fights" did not involve punching or anything severe.

What about when "fighting" is institutionally supported? I know one teacher who used to berate kids for not defending themselves! Like, if someone hit or punched you and did nothing, you were punished!

At another school I attended, a nun grabbed me by the neck and squeezed it so hard it hurt! Nothing is more discouraging than institutionally tolerated and encouraged violence. By "religious" people no less!

I grew up in a house where nonviolence was openly preached and embraced. However my mom told me it was morally acceptable to defend yourself. Funny how some people have a problem with that : when an institution demands that you "turn the other cheek" it is disturbing!

ha the nuns used to fuckin batter but i'm sure it built character or something

batter *us*, not just threateningly coat stuff in flour

I was nun-taught in the alleged post-battering era, but I saw one particularly ancient and ornery one haul off and slap a jaunty kid's arm on his way to the communion rail: "Fold your hands, you Protestant!"

one of the teachings in my house growing up was - never let anyone put there hands on you. Ever.
was a bit stumped for a response when I was 11 and a teacher grabbed me by my afro and shook my head around. On the one hand this was clearly reason enough to throw down, on the other it's a teacher. I ended up not doing anything.

heh i thnk 'post-battering' era in the states came a little earlier than over here morbs, i'd my knuckles opened with a steel ruler when i was 6 for topping a pencil both ends but tbf i was clearly acting against the spirit of Vatican II there

lol ireland, but post-nuns if any teacher ever 'put a hand on us' the auld fella would be in for a choice word/threat, but he'd never have thought of calling a sister on that kind of thing.

nuns are horrifying.

There were only a handful of nuns at my school, most of them were nonviolent and even liberal. You know how it is with these religious orders, some people are in there and, you know, they don't belong there. Institutionally it is terrifying!

Also teachers engaging in racial abuse is despicable. I witnessed one substitute teacher do this in grade school, to the kids' eternal credit they rightly saw this as racist.

There were a bunch of racist teachers at my school. They were starting to frown upon the physical beatings by that time though, I got a teacher in trouble for bopping me on the head when I was 14. Tbh I only reported it to get out of detention. Wish I'd reported the guy who threw me on the floor and shook me while screaming "you violent little shit" at me because I hit some kid in PE who fouled me. That guy was actually a psycho who deserved to be fired. He was always doing shit like that, throttling people Homer-style for not doing their homework etc. Lol public school I guess.

Like I said we had one substitute teacher do the thing of "is the black kid dumb, is the black kid stealing". And then, of course, staring at them during the civil rights or diversity portion of class. I consider this abuse whether it is physical or not.

This was at an urban school, majority white but with some diversity. It didn't go over too well.

I was teased a lot in school because I stuttered. One time in the sixth grade, a kid came up from behind me as I was taking my books from my locker and just ployed into me. I never had a chance to do anything. One group of boys who were brothers used to shove me around and mock me a lot. Their parents owned the feed store in town and they sort of did what ever they wanted to. Eventually I had enough and when one of them came up from behind me and started with his Jajajajaacob I swung at him with my lock in my hand and hit him square in the nose. He was a tall massive kid who played football and I was a skinny kid who played nothing. I ended up breaking his nose. I figured this would end it, but it only got worse. I was expelled from school and moved to Austin where I completed high school. I recently learned the same guy is serving time in prison for having to many DUIs and for beating up his wife.

I had terrible luck with nuns. Once a schoolmate pulled my hair so I pulled hers just as the nun looked our way. I got in trouble and had to go to the front of the class and let the schoolmate pull my hair again. Everyone laughed at me, I teared up. When I think of all the other humiliations through elementary and middle school, it is no wonder I finally snapped.

fuckin hell jacob, expelled?

Oh yeah, I got pulled into principal's office one time with the "don't offend so and so because of his / her parents" schtick too.

My favorite is when the teachers / administrators have no principles at all when it comes to violence, threats or abusive language....and the kids get punished for protesting that they have "rights".

Way to produce a generation of successful, optimistic capitalists!