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When you are a Golden Glove Boxer & Full Contact Karate Fighter there is always someone trying to build a reputation at your expense.

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Nope, never was a bar hopper (thank God), I hated bars, when I drank it was at someones house. Our parties were our parties.

Then I grew up and quit Drinken and drugs, now before anyone knocks my comment Im referring to me, I needed to do some growing up ;)

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It 's pretty annoying when you ain 't the fighting kinda guy but your partner is, after a few drinks my friend Paco literally transformed from being a very nice guy to a total fight seeking arse. Like if I cared he got a beating, being 6'2" and weighting over 220 of pure muscle the guy could take a beating ( or give a good beating ), I was worried about me getting a beating cuz I was there with him :-/.

But on those ocassions I used The Force ( the force is strong on those with a weak mind my young padawan ;) ) not on the other guys but upon Paco, always managed to talk him out of a fight.

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When I was in college back in the early 80's, I whipped the crap of two different bars. It wasn't even that close. I must admit that my hands were sore the next day.

In all seriousness, a few, all terrifying. I did witness two black belts kick the ever-loving crap out of two trouble makers though. The sound of a trained fighters foot striking another man's head is sickening.

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Never personally got into a bar fight but I was the target of a drunk when I was in a band.  Guy came charging at me with a bar stool in his hand.  My brother, who is calmer than Buddha on 'ludes, grabbed the guy's other arm and twists it up so his hand above the opposite shoulder.  Ended that real quick but it just goes to show everybody's a critic!

Another time we were playing a huge cat fight broke out on the dance floor.  Wicked!

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Sucker punches are big in bar fights, especially if the other guy is little and knows that's his only chance of winning.

I got sucker punched once outside of a bar, wasn't read for it at all.  I should of been, but I was young and didn't know any better.  The smaller guy was definitely ready to fight, I wasn't.  That's the main thing, if you're going to fight you better be ready.

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1. Since when are there rules to a fight.

2. I feel safe going anywhere with these people who wrote in the thread.. No one gets beat up.. we have golden glove boxers kung foo masters and so on..

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1. Since when are there rules to a fight.

2. I feel safe going anywhere with these people who wrote in the thread.. No one gets beat up.. we have golden glove boxers kung foo masters and so on..

LOL  Yea if I ever make it big. Ima recruit one of these blackbelts or seals from bass resource.

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Well I wasn't in a fight, but it was close enough to where I was almost positive these guys were going to beat the heck out of me. hah

I just turned 16 a month or so in, and me and my friends had been going to hooters like every Thursday, Friday night? Anyways, we get in there and sit down and this is with about 5-6 of my friends. So beside our table is this OBVIOUS drunk guy w/his girlfriend and other guy friend. Mid 20s I'd say. Anyways, it was hard not to look at him being an idiot and when his girlfriend (who wasn't even that attractive) walks by, he thinks were all looking at her. So he starts talking crap to me and my friends saying yeah I would stare too ya'll wouldn't ever get anything like this and stuff of that nature. Well me, being with 6 friends, and him only having one other guy PLUS him being wasted drunk, felt like I wasn't going to have that. So my smart self, decides to start talking crap back and not only that, but about his girlfriend. I said a couple things and he argued back, then I said something that I won't say on here just because it's pretty vulgar and he stood up, along with his friend, and acted like they were going to come at me.

My friends sit there as if they were watching someone crawl out of their grave, while this guys GIRLFRIEND (who I talked crap about) held him back. Needless to say, I wasn't very hungry after that.

I will say the crap I did say about his girlfriend wasn't looks, mostly assumptions.

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1. Since when are there rules to a fight.

2. I feel safe going anywhere with these people who wrote in the thread.. No one gets beat up.. we have golden glove boxers kung foo masters and so on..

LMFAO!

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There was one other time where I almost got into a fight...

Me and my buddies were at our favorite bar (small bar) playing a video poker game when this guy comes over to me accusing me of staring at his girlfriend...    All of my friends look at him then back at me wondering what he is talking about... 

Well I chuckled and said sorry you are very confused, and I would like to get back to my game now.  Well he didn't thing I should, he proceeded to poke me in the chest.  Now I always try to get out of fights (only being in 3) but I know if they think you are afraid, they will keep coming after you.

Well after he poked me I told him I will give him 3 chances to do what ever he wants to do, after this the owner of the bar told me to be smart about this, I told the owner calmly that he is threatening me, and I will only give him 3 shots to do what he has to do, and the dummy I was talking to is being the stupid one.

The owner (very cool guy) said just be smart about it.  I kind of smiled and looked at the guy and said whats it going to be?  You still have 3 shots, but if you miss on your third shot I am going to drop you.  He kinda looked around, looked at me and said sorry.  I told him it was okay and enjoy your night.

For some reason people feel the need to try out the smaller guy in the room, with me being 5'8" I get that with idiots...

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1. Since when are there rules to a fight.

2. I feel safe going anywhere with these people who wrote in the thread.. No one gets beat up.. we have golden glove boxers kung foo masters and so on..

Awesome!!!

I will share a "got beat up" story.  Actually, it has happened twice.   ;D

The first one, I was completely enjoying myself when one of my "friends" decides that it is time to fight.  For some unknown reason, he decides to go after a guy that is obviously the most scary individual in the bar.  As this scary individual is standing over my buddy, beating him senseless, I walked over to help my friend off the floor.  Apparently, the other guy had friends near the area that thought I was trying to jump in. Three quick punches later, I realized that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  I still get a chuckle when I think about that night.

The second time, I was bouncing at a bar in Altoona named "The Gingerbread Man."  This was the type of place that people came to do two things: drink and fight.  One night, a pretty good sized fight broke out in the parking lot.  I was content to let the police eventually handle it, but the manager wanted me and the other bouncer to go out and break people up.  Fair enough (so I thought).  The first couple of skirmishes were easy enough in that when you pulled the people apart, they went their separate ways.  At some point, my partner and I were separating two guys and the next thing I know I am getting hit repeatedly in the back/ribs/kidney area.  BTW, that chit hurts.  After the fights were all through and the cops made their arrests, it was time to go home.  I woke up the next day to some blood in my morning pee.  FREAKING AWESOME!!!  Luckily, it went away and I have peed happily every morning since.

Everyone that has ever been in a fight has gotten beaten up at least once.  I dont care if you have platinum gloves and are a 300th degree black belt in Who Flung Poo.

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After reading this I think that I have discovered the formula for a bar fight

Woman/Guys looking x Alcohol = Bar Fight

Simple put its W/Gs x A= BF

As for me I don't use ether W or A so I've never enjoyed the pleasure of getting my @$$ kicked.

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After reading this I think that I have discovered the formula for a bar fight

Woman/Guys looking x Alcohol = Bar Fight

Simple put its W/Gs x A= BF

As for me I don't use ether W or A so I've never enjoyed the pleasure of getting my @$$ kicked.

So.....Does that mean you use "G"?    ;D

Just messin'

But seriously, is that what you mean?   ;D

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After reading this I think that I have discovered the formula for a bar fight

Woman/Guys looking x Alcohol = Bar Fight

Simple put its W/Gs x A= BF

As for me I don't use ether W or A so I've never enjoyed the pleasure of getting my @$ kicked.

So.....Does that mean you use "G"? ;D

Just messin'

But seriously, is that what you mean? ;D

AHAHAHA.

I have also gotten my tail beat in a bar fight. Three times. And I've been in 3 bar fights.Robby, you dont want me on your team, unless you wanna watch someone get their *** beat.

In all fairness to me, I was hammered. I mean MC Hammer, Hammer time hammered. And could hardly speak, let alon find a face to punch. ANd again, to defend myself, I have been in other fights and walked away the victor.

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I'd like to see a bumper sticker that reads Brown Liquor Makes Me Angry.

Bumper sticker? That's going to be my wife's new tattoo/tramp stamp!  ;D

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Yep, I had never been in a "life & death" situation

and I was really scared. Fortunately for me, my buddy

didn't need any help.

In retrospect, I suspect my guy was also well

armed, but that never came into play. The whole

incident replays in my mind in slow motion, but

that's not how it went down.

8-)

Sitting here thinking of the "soaking" in slow motion. That's funny stuff there.

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One of the more humerous ones.....One night many years ago at Radford University 3 friends and I went to a frat sponsored bar party. One of my friends said or did something to one of the frat guys girlfriends. Chaos ensued and I was found guilty by association. I somehow ended up in the kitchen. I was doing pretty good for a bit until it became 5 or 6 of them. Then I was beat with every pot, pan and utensile in that kitchen. I was down on the ground trying to cover up as best I could when I saw a screen door. Here comes the bad part...... I somehow got to my feet and ran as fast as could to that door. What I did not know was there was just a little sidewalk and then about a 10 ft cliff. I could not stop....I was running so fast my momentum carried me over. The fall was worse than the beating I took inside. I landed in a bunch of garbage! As I laid there trying to breathe every beer bottle insight was flung at me. It was a great evening and I think it was the last night of that bars operation ever. Once I got my breathe I hauled butt out of there. Ran to the 7-11 and called this girl I knew to come get me and take me home. I was home for some time (a couple hours) when this other girl I knew called and demanded I come back and get my friends before they tore the campus down. She held the phone out the window and all you could hear were sirens. They were still at it! Young, stupid and full of testosterone! Good Times....good times! :-?

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One of the more humerous ones.....One night many years ago at Radford University 3 friends and I went to a frat sponsored bar party. One of my friends said or did something to one of the frat guys girlfriends. Chaos ensued and I was found guilty by association. I somehow ended up in the kitchen. I was doing pretty good for a bit until it became 5 or 6 of them. Then I was beat with every pot, pan and utensile in that kitchen. I was down on the ground trying to cover up as best I could when I saw a screen door. Here comes the bad part...... I somehow got to my feet and ran as fast as could to that door. What I did not know was there was just a little sidewalk and then about a 10 ft cliff. I could not stop....I was running so fast my momentum carried me over. The fall was worse than the beating I took inside. I landed in a bunch of garbage! As I laid there trying to breathe every beer bottle insight was flung at me. It was a great evening and I think it was the last night of that bars operation ever. Once I got my breathe I hauled butt out of there. Ran to the 7-11 and called this girl I knew to come get me and take me home. I was home for some time (a couple hours) when this other girl I knew called and demanded I come back and get my friends before they tore the campus down. She held the phone out the window and all you could hear were sirens. They were still at it! Young, stupid and full of testosterone! Good Times....good times! :-?

Hey slider....too bad this is just a bar fight thread....you and I could run a regular fight thread about 20 pages long by ourselves.  ;D  Of course, my boy, "the fight magnet" Carter would be mentioned in just about every story.

That Radford story has to be at Chancey's when someone flew through the front window. We were across campus at Sackett's gettin' sloshed when that happened.  ;)

Good times indeed. 

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