How old were you when you had your first real fight?

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Around 11 years old...got into it with a kid in the neighborhood
 
Yes on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month
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Probably about 13 … only fist fight I ever had and at that time a gun or knife wasn’t even a thought…. or recording it on a fucking phone..:nonono:
 
Probably about 13 … only fist fight I ever had and at that time a gun or knife wasn’t even a thought…. or recording it on a fucking phone..:nonono:
we get it, you're old. no knife or gun, just shucked someone with an ear of corn.
 
First legitimate fight ... 12 years old. A bigger and older guy than me ... I won pretty easily. He gave up. My second fight was someone my age, a couple of inches taller. It would have been a short fight, but I was too dumb to give up!!! Nothing much after that, I broke up a few fights. Then when I became a cop, you get into altercations I trained in MMA and it served me well. Nothing in the ring or cage.
 
First legitimate fight ... 12 years old. A bigger and older guy than me ... I won pretty easily. He gave up. My second fight was someone my age, a couple of inches taller. It would have been a short fight, but I was too dumb to give up!!! Nothing much after that, I broke up a few fights. Then when I became a cop, you get into altercations I trained in MMA and it served me well. Nothing in the ring or cage.
you've always come across as an arrogant prick, glad to see you're really about that life.
 
I'm gonna say when I was 7 or 8 against my brother who is 2 years older than I. We had some good drag outs swinging and the whole bit. My dad would have to break us up.

He didn't give a fuck what the fight was about, just that we were disturbing him. Once he got us apart he'd say... "If you've got so much energy" then give us a list of chores.
 
11 or 12 yo, 6th grade. Me and a dude started yapping at each other. We agree to fight in the bathroom. I go in and his buddy, that's a foot taller than everyone else because he failed, grabs me and starts choking me. I somehow manage to hit the dude in the nuts in my kicking and flailing my arms to break free, body check the dude I was originally supposed fight into one of the stall doors, and I haul ass out of there before I got curb stomped.
 
I'm gonna say when I was 7 or 8 against my brother who is 2 years older than I. We had some good drag outs swinging and the whole bit. My dad would have to break us up.

He didn't give a fuck what the fight was about, just that we were disturbing him. Once he got us apart he'd say... "If you've got so much energy" then give us a list of chores.
what a pussy board this is, fighting your brother isn't a real fight.
 
what a pussy board this is, fighting your brother isn't a real fight.

You'd have wanted none of it.
We went all out one time when he threw a steel tip dart at me and it stuck in my shin.
No, we weren't playing darts. We were arguing over who had the fastest Hot Wheel car.
 
You'd have wanted none of it.
We went all out one time when he threw a steel tip dart at me and it stuck in my shin.
No, we weren't playing darts. We were arguing over who had the fastest Hot Wheel car.
that's just sibling shit, i had my brother berate me when he saw me at a bar underage and I walked out he followed me and continued it when I did the 4 mile walk back home. i'm too young to have had lawn darts, but he threw a dart or two at me in our time. he was a skinny fuck when we were younger, was on a special diet for something. we had our rows, but end of the day, it was always love.
 
that's just sibling shit, i had my brother berate me when he saw me at a bar underage and I walked out he followed me and continued it when I did the 4 mile walk back home. i'm too young to have had lawn darts, but he threw a dart or two at me in our time. he was a skinny fuck when we were younger, was on a special diet for something. we had our rows, but end of the day, it was always love.

I remember Dave Winfield talking about how when he was finally big/confident enough to take on his brother he didn't know what the hell to do once he got on top of him because he didn't truly want to hurt him but he wanted to send some kind of message so that he would stop fucking with him. So he just started ripping off all of the buttons on the sweater that his brother was wearing one by one. Turns out that it belonged to their mom's boyfriend anyway :laugh:
 
you've always come across as an arrogant prick, glad to see you're really about that life.
Really? I never saw it that way. Just like most on here, has conviction.
 
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