Have you ever been beatin up in fight you though you could win?

Question

Explain what was going on in your head when you realized you were gonna get the sh*t beat outa you. If you have never lost a fight, could you explain what is going through your head as you inflict pain upon another person and how you feel after seeing what you have done to the person you beat up?

Answer 1

First I was surprised, like WTF's going on?? when he ducked my punches and came back with some shots of his own. I thought NO!!! NO WAY CAN THIS WIMP BE POUNDING THE CRAP OUT OFME!!!! Happened in front of a bunch of guys i was hanging with and boasting to. Really embarassing. Thought of how i was gonna get out of there without looking stupid. Wondered where this toothpick learned how to throw such devastating punches, since he looked like a real lightweight. I shoulda known when he didn't seem scared or try to talk his way out of it. Just kept saying he was ready whenever I was done talking. Towards the end, in between the explosions in my noggin and gut, he said "OK Bigshot, playtime's over. Then my chin went CRACK! and the lights went out.

Answer 2

This is why we have WAR
I win today so I bet I can win with a bigger tool tomorrow
My problem here is as with the UFC and such Toughs
Prison was made to control this attitude in the USA not the UFC
We do not need toughs when so many are dying because of a violence plagued world. Most the guys diggin the violence on TV know some Marine who may DIE tomorrow.
Violence SUX, any kind
Tyr and explain to his kid why your style Violence is COOL
( Without buying him something )
www.KrackedSkullz.com
Free and yes From a Martial Artist not a Fighter

Answer 3

Not really a fight, but when I was a teenage musclehead I bet this one wiry guy who knew something about self defense he couldn't get out of my bearhug. I wrapped my guns around him and planted my feet so I'd be able to apply maximum pressure to his rib cage. I was squeezing and squeezing as hard as I could, but it didn't seem to phase him. I started wondering what was happening and why he wasn't breathing hard or making any sounds of pain or struggle. It felt like I was using up all my power and my face felt all red and I started to sweat cause I didn't know how much longer I could keep up the force I was exerting. I was grunting, but still nothing from him. All of a sudden, his one arm lurched forward then drove an elbow into my solar plexus. Then another. It felt like my muscles were jelly and I couldn't breathe , it was like I was paralyzed. Then he just pulled my arms apart, got low and flipped me over onto my a**. I heard (and felt) this huge thud when I hit the ground and everyone watching went "OOOOHHH." I sat there dazed, trying to get my breath back and really trying to figure out how he beat me and feeling 2 inches tall, he was acting all nonchalant, like "oh, he was no big deal. Anyone else wanna try?" I took tons of ribbing after that. But it made me a lot more careful about shooting off my big mouth and judging opponents by size or appearance.

Answer 4

I've took some lickins but it still did'nt hurt. Usually early on you realize it like this "this mother f u c k e r is strong, I'm in trouble." but by then it's too late. I never felt good to see that I may have hurt somebody, that's why I never continued fighting, but good fighters don't think, they just f u c k people up and deal with it later. It's kind of fun to fight though, its a good rush swinging at peoples, ducking, dodging, it would be fun to be really dangerous.

Answer 5

Every fight I entered, I knew I would win. If I didn't win a fight, I accepted it, learned from it and moved on. When I won a fight, especially by KO, it was a great sense of satisfaction and confirmation that the training was worth it. Pain comes with the territory. If you don't like pain, play chess.

Answer 6

I have a bit of a problem where I enjoy fighting, very much. I don't pretend like it is ok, and I am a Christian and I pray and try to expel my violent nature. In grade school, junior high, and high school I got in a lot of fights. Since then I have only been in a few. Recently, none. One of the other posters rang true, however, in regards to losing a fight, sometime early in the fight you realize, "oh crap! This guy is good, I am going to get the crap beat out of me!" Sometimes you tell yourself to shutup and maybe you win, but usually when that thought hits your brain it's over. The worst fight I ever had was against a very large guy who had a speed like none I had seen till then. He didn't have any martial arts training, just street experience and natural talent. The best memory I have of the fight is my head turning sharply to the left, seeing a car parked next to me, and turning my head back to look at him but my vision being blotted out by his fist ready to connect with my nose. The rest of the fight was the same, quick flashes of the world around me followed by blinding pain. He knocked me unconscious.
The second worst fight of my life, involved a long-time "rival" you might say. It was with a gangbanger who had it out for me and we had fought it out several times: I won some, he won some. The last fight we had was because the previous fight he had rallied some of his buddies to "jump" me and I had to run to avoid serious injuries (as i was definitely no match for 3 guys), and they were all cussing me out calling me all kinds of names. This anger me to no end so I hunted down my "rival" after school and beat the daylights out of him. When I was finished he was unconscious. I later found out I had broken his arm and his nose, he no longer spoke to me or harassed me, but what i don't understand is why he didn't tell anyone that it was me who had hurt him. The memory of that fight fills me with guilt.

Answer 7

I had 30 pounds on the kid and figured it'd be a cake walk... What I didn't know was he had been training boxing for the past 4 years. And nothing went thru my mind he KO'd me in about 2 combos.

After that we became fast friends... Funny how that works?

Answer 8

I was never allowed to fight growing up. I trained a lot, and my parents wouldn't let me even defend myself. Consequently I got picked on a lot simply because everyone could. They knew I took martial arts, but I never struck back. All I could do was walk away or take some licks. If I did anything else, I was in an extreme amount of trouble when I got home. This of course was in a time when kids actually strove to mind their parents and we had physical consequences not time outs. I promise any pain a 12 year old could dish out didn't compare to that of my father. I'd rather take the licks from the 12 year old.

Growing up that way did a few things. Taught me to control my temper. Taught me to respect the physical violence but not fear it. Taught me the simplest of rules, you have to fall to lose. Knock me down 100 times and 100 times I'd get up. Resolve is the most deadly of weapons. Especially when coupled with conviction and stubbornness.

Fast forward 15 years. I got in a fight a few years ago (been in a few since I became an adult.) This last one a few years ago was my last period. A stupid issue really, but one I felt strongly about. Another school was harassing my students. The instructors (asst. inst.) were constantly degrading some of my kids over a period of about 8 months. Things like picking on 16 year old gilrs who barely weigh 100lbs when wet. These guys were supposed to be 3rd and 2nd degrees black belts. They were older, more trained, stronger, taller, etc... Finally one night we all went out to dinner and I heard them. Screaming at my kids from across the restaurant. (they didn't know I was there, or who I was.) One thing leads to another, they refuse to be quiet and refuse to stop. So I sit down in their booth to resolve the issue. The guy flips, takes a swing, and I go outside (at least respect other when you throw down.) Outside I let him hit me a few times just to prove a point. It's sad when a trained person can't knock down another person just standing there (also to make sure there is NO DOUBT of who struck first when police arrive.) After 15 seconds of letting him hit me. I hit him back once, not hard enough to hurt bad, just hard enough to know I wasn't playing and he was in over his head. I have him a concussion. I felt awful. I tried to walk away. He stumbles behind me grabs me and tries to pull me down. I O'soto geri him and get on top of him, holding him down. He tries to bite me.. I lose it at that point, shove my thumb in his eye, and lean down towards his ear telling him "it's okay, you only need one eye." One of my student's screamed at me "sensei, you can't do that." I snapped out of it, got up and sat on my tailgate till the cops got there. I watched him bleeding from his eye, ear, nose, mouth and realized I can't fight anymore. At some point we become too dangerous for everyday scuffles. The police came, got statements, asked if I wanted to press charges, I declined.

This incident was the last time.. funny though. Now it's an urban legend down here. Occasionally I'll have a student ask me if I heard about the "Denny's fight, where the guy got his eye poked out." The old adage "you die, they die, you both die." took on new meaning that night.. I realized I can fight that fight, so I shouldn't ever fight a fight.

I love martial arts. I love the "chess" strategy, the practice, the skills, the whole thing. I love fighting and besting your opponent, I love the struggle. I care less about when or lose.. I love the conflict. But I hate hurting people. I always have and I always will. I'll do it if need be, but it's never a pretty business putting someone else in pain.