As lame and cliche as us older guys here seem, I am with Captain on this one. Even though Captain used to trash my dads fence every time he fought....but I digress...
I fought A LOT in school. Probably once a month, at least. And through all those fights, never was there a swarming like that. It was alway one on one. I was in scenarios where it was just me, and a whole group of other guys, where I was fighting one of them. When the fight was done, it was done. When you quit, tapped out.. whatever you wanna call it, it was done. There was a certain honour to it. Yeah, buddy would have sat on your chest or vice versa, and talked some crap for a minute or two, but you wouldn't throw haymaker sucker punched from behind.
I had a fight in High School, where me and a guy from a rival hockey team, had an epic brawl, I knocked out 4 of his teeth, he trashed my eye where it is still a little droopy to this day, and after all was said and done, we got suspended, walked home together all bandaged up, and his mom, called mine for a referral to a her friend that was a dentist, not to threaten a lawsuit. That was only 20 years ago... it is weird how things have changed so much in a short time.
Your making me feel real old, when I was a kid we use to plan 1 on 1 brawls with 10+ people 4-5 days in advance.Never a weapon but always brutal fights. And when we got home needing medical assistance the story was always the same...never seen them before, think they were from another town.
But you know what? other than the odd stitch or even a flukey broken bone,nobody really got hurt.
Your making me feel real old, when I was a kid we use to plan 1 on 1 brawls with 10+ people 4-5 days in advance.Never a weapon but always brutal fights. And when we got home needing medical assistance the story was always the same...never seen them before, think they were from another town.
But you know what? other than the odd stitch or even a flukey broken bone,nobody really got hurt.
Remember the freakin butterflies you would get on fight day? Man, you would be all cool about it around your buddies, but inside, you were just a wreck. The even more awkward part, was waking past your opponent in the hall or seeing him in a class during the day leading up, and knowing at 3:45, you are going to be trying to cave his face in by the dumpster, or the bike racks. And not showing, was not an option. If you wussed out, you might as well just change schools.
I did used to revel in the crowds though. I used to draw pretty good when I fought...lol. They liked my standup haymaker style. Never had a good ground game.
As lame and cliche as us older guys here seem, I am with Captain on this one. Even though Captain used to trash my dads fence every time he fought....but I digress...
I fought A LOT in school. Probably once a month, at least. And through all those fights, never was there a swarming like that. It was alway one on one. I was in scenarios where it was just me, and a whole group of other guys, where I was fighting one of them. When the fight was done, it was done. When you quit, tapped out.. whatever you wanna call it, it was done. There was a certain honour to it. Yeah, buddy would have sat on your chest or vice versa, and talked some crap for a minute or two, but you wouldn't throw haymaker sucker punched from behind.
I had a fight in High School, where me and a guy from a rival hockey team, had an epic brawl, I knocked out 4 of his teeth, he trashed my eye where it is still a little droopy to this day, and after all was said and done, we got suspended, walked home together all bandaged up, and his mom, called mine for a referral to a her friend that was a dentist, not to threaten a lawsuit. That was only 20 years ago... it is weird how things have changed so much in a short time.
Yeah, I haven't had a good fence busting brawl in a long time, and that one was a good one.
You got me thinking about the code of honor that we had back then.
I guess our fights were almost like boxing cards, usually the fights were booked the day of the fight, someone pissed someone else off, and the challenge was thrown out there, "Be on the hill at 3:15, or meet me by Pylon's old mans fence at 3:15. The rumor mill would start right then and there was a buzz that built up through out the day. There was the unspoken rule that like the Highlander movie, the school was holy ground during the day, you couldn't jump your opponent no matter how much you wanted to.
Angry looks were exchanged with your opponent through out the day. If you were in the same room, threats were exchanged.
"I'm gonna so kick your a$$, later this afternoon, your parents won't even recognize you."
"After I'm done with you I'm gonna go to your house and finish the job by pounding your mom, trust me she'll be happy to have a man around the house"
The butterflys would build up, your friends would talk to you about it throughout the day. "what are you gonna do man", the girls would stir things up, you knew that if you beat your opponent you were probably going to get to feel some boob or better, if you lost then, you probably were going to get dumped.
For the last hour, you'd rev yourself up, you'd remember everything that led up to the agreement to fight every insult every angry word. By the time the bell rang you were literally shaking either in fear or rage.
You'd get your stuff from the locker, and head up to the hill where a crowd had gathered in a circle, in your mind you hear Tina Turner yelling "One man enters one man leaves"
Your opponent is there staring at you. Adreneline in dumped into your system by the gallons, you're already sweating. Bascailly depending on your and his style, the fight would either start with the shoving insult stage, or one of you attempting the bullrush leg takedown tackle.
The crowed would roar in appreciation, several girls would swoon, the evil popular hot girl would have a grin on her face as she watched with shining eyes.
A flury of punches good and bad are exchanged, one of the fighters goes down.
"You had enough man?!?"
"NO FRACK OFF"
Your opponent on the ground would get up and dust himself off. Then they'd retangle, this time it was slower, hey fighting is tiring. More of wrestling match. Then one would get a solid hold of the other and with a mighty heave, tackle combination ram him through Pylon's dad's fence.
It would usually end at that point with the victor making the threat, "If you bug me again, I'll end you for real"
Then the victor would walk through the crowd getting shoulder thumps and pats on the back, a couple of the losers friends would check on their buddy to make sure he's all right, then they'd make the walk of shame as the crowd dispersed.
But both parties realized that any real hostilities were over, respect was earned.
You'd go home and your mother would freak and fuss about the bruises and cuts on your face and demand to know what happened, but you stuck to the guy code. Your dad would come home from work and settle into his chair and look at you and demand "Jesus what happened to your face, I hope the other guy lools worse" If you won, you'd nod, if you lost you'd nod, and the old man would give you the grunt of respect and go back to reading his paper.
Maybe after a couple of days the loser would approach the winner and make a perfunctory apology, or the winner would approach the loser to bury the hatchet.
It all seems so romantic and event driven now, like a bad John Cusack movie, but I never saw a group beating, there was bullying but the bullies didn't last long because in our day, even if you were going to get your a$$ kicked you confronted the bully and at least got one good painful shot in so he would move on to an easier target.
There was no swarming, parents didn't get involved.
And beyond the buises the only thing that could get hurt was your social status.
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I can honestly say that I have never been in a fight in my life, aside from elementary school playground stuff.
Once in grade 9, some kids were egging me on to fight another kid so I punched him in the face after some shoving. I'll never forget him just standing there with a bleeding nose and crying. I felt so bad and even to this day, I am embarassed that I did it. Kids are such #######s sometimes.
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Remember the freakin butterflies you would get on fight day? Man, you would be all cool about it around your buddies, but inside, you were just a wreck...
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Yeah, I haven't had a good fence busting brawl in a long time, and that one was a good one.
You got me thinking about the code of honor that we had back then....
Lame.
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Funny, each forum I have been on all alude in the thread title to how the victim was Asian. Who cares? How often do you see a title "White dude beat up by 7 other white dudes." - Is it because (allegedly) most Asians are weak? Is it because the calculator in their front pocket could have been damaged?
Funny, each forum I have been on all alude in the thread title to how the victim was Asian. Who cares? How often do you see a title "White dude beat up by 7 other white dudes." - Is it because (allegedly) most Asians are weak? Is it because the calculator in their front pocket could have been damaged?
Probably because it gets associated with gangs.
That's what I thought of when I saw the thread title.
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7 on 1? Geez... I thought asians were supposed to be good at math!
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Funny, each forum I have been on all alude in the thread title to how the victim was Asian. Who cares? How often do you see a title "White dude beat up by 7 other white dudes." - Is it because (allegedly) most Asians are weak? Is it because the calculator in their front pocket could have been damaged?
Who cares why??
It's how people communicate. It's not like some kind of racial slur is insinuated.
He's called Asian because no one is sure if he's Chinese or possibly Korean!! I'ts hard to get a clear view of him, but Ithink he's definitely Asian.
7 on 1? Geez... I thought asians were supposed to be good at math!
And MArtial Arts, 7 versus 1 should have been easy, especially if they follow the rules of Karate where you can only attack once the gang member before you is vanquished.
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