Real-Life "You Should Never Have Messed Around With That Guy" Stories

There were a lot of people who liked bringing trouble to other people’s lives. Like it was a trophy for them if they were able to undermine someone. But not all the time the aggressors are the victors because once they meet their match, it will surely become a brawl that they will regret.

Taking a look at these stories, it is true that you should “be careful who you are messing with.” Not all people may look tough on the outside but they might just know how to stand their ground and give a good fight. Come check these!

1. Super Grandpa

I was on the road with my grandpa and he was a truck driver. We had stopped for the night at a truck stop. We go to do our normal thing of showering, eating, playing a game or two then sleeping. 

If you don’t know, truck stops have separate room showers. I got out of the shower and was waiting outside for my grandpa to finish his. I went to look at the glass figurines that most stops have and wasn’t but 5 feet from the showers. Next thing I know a man grabs my arm and starts dragging me to the door. I was about 10 at the time, but I looked about 6/7.

I don’t know this man and I start crying loudly, trying to grab onto something to stop him. Thankfully my grandpa walked out at that moment and heard me screaming bloody murder. He ran and I’ve never seen that man run before, to the guy dragging me, saying “It’s my daughter, I promise, don’t worry!”

That man flew to the ground so fast and hard. My grandpa’s hand was bloody, blood sprayed when he was hit. The man looked up at him and yelled that I was his daughter. My grandpa said, “I’m the grandfather, care to try again?” As he got closer.

The cops came as my grandpa was straddling him and was about to hurt him badly The workers of the store backed up my grandpa. They showed security footage, there were even bruises on my arms.

If my grandpa had been in the showers another minute, who knows where I’d be or what would have happened to me? I love you, Grandpa!

Pan-orama

There was a family in my neighborhood that fostered a lot of Asian boys. One was in my class, a couple were older. They lived three houses down from my best friend and he became very close with the boy in our class. We can call him John.

In retrospect, it seems obvious that while he was in our class, he was obviously older and was probably placed with us so he could catch up with his education. He was a great guy. When we were in high school, a kid from the class ahead of us took a special interest in picking on my friend. He was constantly messing with him.

It escalated to him challenging my friend to fights, and finally showing up in our neighborhood. Eventually, he shows up one day and confronts my friend in the street. John witnessed this and came out to challenge the bully, and utterly destroy this kid, who had to be 50 pounds heavier. 

He was one of those big red-headed kids, and the much smaller, much faster Asian kid struck the heck out of him before he knew what happened. It was like watching a Bruce Lee movie live. Afterward, my friend just walked up to me and said, “Well, I guess that’s the end of my bully’s problem.” It was. 

Another time, a different kid, was fostered by the same family, was getting picked on relentlessly by some upperclassmen. They were using racial slurs, running him off the road with their cars when he rode his bike around. Finally, he had enough one day at school, and gets in with the ringleader of the bullies, through broken English and a lot of Vietnamese swearing he agrees to meet them at the only gas station in town after school to settle things. 

The kid shows up to the confrontation and removes a glass bottle from his bag, promptly breaks it, and brandishes the jagged glass like a knife. Cue the bully immediately running to his car and taking off while the kid says that this is how you settle your honor in his country, or something to that effect. No one messed with him anymore after that incident.

ICanHelpU717

I was in a bar in Missouri. It was on the outskirts of Jeff City. They had a nice mix of customers with various backgrounds. There were college students, city dwellers, country folk, and other diversities. There was a group of white, preppy 20-something guys acting douchey, King of the douches marched up to the bar and tried flirting with the bartender. 

She smiles and listens to him but doesn't care. He keeps spewing stupid pickup lines while his friends egg him on. Next to him is a thin black guy drinking a Cosmo. After the last failed pickup line. The thin black guy says "She doesn't give a flying care about your pickup lines, she's just doing her job." 

King Douche doesn't like that and starts talking awfully about the black guy. Very immature stupid move. The thin black guy keeps his cool, sipping his Cosmo. King douche calls him a gay slur for drinking a Cosmo and continues on a homophobic rant. 

Thin black guy finishes his drink and turns to King douche. King douche says "What you gonna do fa-" Thin black guy kicked him in his man parts, and as he bends down in response to his annihilated testicles, the Thin black guy uppercuts him in the throat. 

While King douche fall tries to comprehend what is going on, his friends come up behind him. The thin black guy kicks king douche into his friends. The bartender tells the flock of douches to get out. They helped King douche to his feet and leave. 

The thin black guy goes back to the bar to pay for his drink. The bartender says, "Thanks, Marcus.” Marcus replied, " No problem, see you later." He walked out of his car and drove off. That was the last time I saw Marcus.

Ishitstandinguptoo

This happened to me during my senior year of high school. My twin sister had just gotten dumped by her gross boyfriend. I never liked him. He made her life miserable and was spreading rumors about her. She didn’t want to have physical contact with him, so he dumped her.

I was minding my own business walking through the packed cafeteria when he said, “There goes her drab of a sister.” Loud enough for those at nearby tables to hear. At this point, I had had enough of his crap towards my sister, and now he was dragging my name into the mud.

“What did you call me?” I said. A literal hush falls over the cafeteria. The football team on the other side of the table stands up, ready to fight. I worked with one of them at Pizza Hut, so I knew they’d have my back.

He says, “You heard me, DRAB.” This part happens in slow motion in my memory. “That’s what I thought you said.” And I hit him with all the force I had across his greasy face. I left a handprint from his ear to his nose.

The whole cafeteria gasps. He looks surprised at first, then embarrassed, then fuming mad. He looks for the nearest teacher. There’s no way they didn’t see/hear what happened. “Aren’t you going to do anything?” He yelled across the room at them.

“Nope,” they said in unison. “Unless you want to go to the office with her for carnal harassment.” I gotta love the female gym teacher. He never spoke a word about me or my sister again. I became a minor school celebrity for a while. The football team came over to check on me and offered to finish the job.

It was a good day.

Mrskatv

One night my dad had his garage broken into by some kids. We were in there working on some designs for the ducts of a house being built when some kid knocked on the door of the garage. We went out to help the one kid, whom we assumed was alone at the time, on the other side of the house from our detached garage.

Dad goes around to the garage to get his set to help out and finds a different kid walking out with his 40 oz bottle of booze. That kid got laid flat pretty quickly. I heard this interaction and shuffled my way over, abandoning the kid on the side of the house facing the big street (we're on the corner). 

I see the out-cold kid on the ground in front of the garage door with the bottle and know something is up. I go back around the house to see if they're connected and the kid with the bike has taken off down the street on the bike that we were just going to fix the brakes on.

Knowing that kid 1 was gone, and figuring there were 2 at this point, Dad heads into the house. Again the garage is detached but not far and finds yet another kid fumbling around in the bedroom where his keys were. He comes back out of the house and tells me to make sure they don't go anyway, both of them are out cold at this point and he is off to chase down the kid on the bike.

He ends up chasing Kid 1 in his van down the street near a hardware store and bumps his tire from behind killing his balance and knocking him to the ground in the parking lot. I would say that was a night of violent justice.

Starthreads

I was on a Contiki around Europe 6 years ago. When we got to Switzerland we were staying in this campground with a bomb shelter for a bar. They had onsite security who are also a division of the police force. I can't remember exactly how that works but we met a nice security guard Sven who told us his nickname is "White Tyson" (WT for short).

It was party night and we were having a bloody good night when we noticed there was a bit of a scuffle on the floor. This one guy, let's call him Hero, was the main antagonist. He had slapped a girl on the dance floor who was refusing his advances which quite a few of us took exception to. The girl he was trying it on with was the sister of one of the guys on our tour.

After some push and shove, everyone was told the night was over and it was time to go to our rooms. WT was told to keep an eye on Hero as he continued to work himself into a rage. Eventually, Hero lost the plot and started kicking and punching the wall in his room before deciding WT was next.

He walked up to WT who at this point was standing right outside his front door, started mouthing off with some threats. WT decided enough was enough and told him to back away or he would use force to subdue him. Hero declined his offer and continued to advance toward him. WT took a step back and threw back a few of his own.

Hero's Contiki was over that night, he lost 3 of his teeth and broke his jaw. We didn't see him again but in the morning when the girl's brother saw WT all he had to say was, "I did this for your sister, I hope she is ok."

Hope you've learned your lesson Hero.

moNey_001

This will probably get buried, but I had one moment when I was 15, in class. The teacher had left to get something, and it was one of the few classes I had made an effort to take notes in an orderly manner. I have VERY bad handwriting because I write fast, but this time I made the effort to do it slowly and carefully.

So I grab a bottle of water from my backpack and start drinking from it. The guy sitting behind me reaches and hits the bottle with his finger just a little, enough so it'll flip out of my mouth. So, my clothes are now wet and my notebook is wet too.

I'm usually a quiet guy, short, and never pick up fights or stuff, but I do yell back. So I stand right by this guy's side. He's still sitting and everyone is expecting me to start yelling or insulting him. He has this smug "Yell all you want, you'll still be wet" grin on his face. 

So, I grabbed his head and slammed it into his desk. And then do it again. And then kicked his chair, so he fell. The guy next to him started telling me to calm down. Then I go back to my desk, sit, and cross my fingers like nothing happened.

The teacher comes in and finds everyone staring at me, this guy with a red face and me silent. He asked what happened. Someone said, "OP slammed X's head on the table." The teacher looked at him, looked at me, and then said,  "Well, I didn't see anything, so moving on."

After class, the teacher called me and asked if I had done that. It's important to note I was, as I said, usually quiet and well-behaved, and this teacher likes and trusts me. So, I told him the truth, I did slam this guy's head into the desk, and explained why. The teacher just stared at me and said, "Well, I didn't believe it because, you know, you never pick up fights. Just don't do it again."

I apologized to the guy after that. And he apologized to me. But heck, it did wonders. No one picked on me until my last year there, but that's another story.

Mega_741

I was in India with my Swedish friend. She was a semi-professional handball player at the time, so she was pretty muscular. Now, if you’ve ever been to India with or as a white woman, you’re going to get touched, often. Not to say all men in India are such pigs, but it’s a populated country and enough of them are to be an almost daily or in some cases multiple times a day event.

It was just after a heavy monsoon rain in Goa and we were walking along a dirt path near the beach, right alongside this giant twenty-centimetre-deep puddle that covered the whole road. She’d been ‘accidentally’ touched twice already that day and had done nothing, but this time was different.

Five or six youngish guys in their late teens, maybe early twenties, all in designer jeans, sneakers, baseball hats (basically rich kids from Mumbai), and so on despite us being at the beach were walking along blocking the whole path and just grabbing girls as they passed by them. Then they got to her and one of them just ran his hand up from her waist, across her breast.

She socked him across the jaw so fast and hard he just crumpled backward before anyone knew what was happening. Right into the huge mud puddle, in all his designer gear. He splashed around a bit, and we thought his friends were going to kick off but, of course, they all put their heads down and kept walking, terrified as she started shouting at him.

He tried to get up, reaching for his hat which was floating nearby, and she put her foot on his chest and just pushed him back into the puddle, right down, making sure he was completely covered face and everything. “Stay there til you can’t see me anymore,” she said, and we walked off.

I checked back, and he was still lying in the puddle, even though she was fifty meters away or so, just waiting for her to leave. It was glorious!

Anzai

This all happened way back in 2003. It was in junior year and it was fall season.

It happened in one of the three cafes, where awful things often happen. Now, I had started to learn to choose my battles wisely, which many of the other students and even teachers didn't like. They often kept a watch on the quiet ones, as they could snap. 

One day, that's what happened after a group of teens got into a fight. I don't remember the exact details of the fight, but it had to do with LGBT. This kid, "Shane,” was a black skinny teen who was undeniably feminine. Yet, I was one of the only few who knew that he was gay, but I had kept my mouth shut. 

Still, this random kid, "Axle.” didn't get the memo on shutting up, as he outed Shane in front of a group of jerk jocks. Axle was pretty much being a jerk towards Shane, despite many, including me, warning him to keep off. Axle just kept going until Shane just had enough. Shane tried to punch Axle, who was taller and a beefcake, but going to get pushed to the ground. 

This gave Shane the right aim for his next attack, the good old-fashioned “kick to the nuts.” Ever seen the “King of Hill” episode, where Bobby kicks his dad in the nuts? It was like that. Shane just walked away, while Axle just collapsed, which being near the stairway didn't help. Axle pretty much got the heck kick out of him because Shane managed to get the area between the man parts and anus, leaving a strain far worse than an bruised ego.

Since most of us often brought the code of streets into our school, we didn't say anything. We just backed off.

MissSara101

It was back in the mid-80s, I was walking with my grandfather to the newsagents in the small North Yorkshire village we lived in. Outside the newsagents was one of those switch boxes for telephone lines. Sat on the box was a teenage guy, dressed up in the whole punk gear, with two of his friends lounging around with him. We're talking safety pins through the nose, torn jackets, green hair, and other punk things. They were drinking beer and threw the plastic ring thing on the ground.

My grandfather, aged about 72, tells them to pick it up. They laugh. He tells them to pick it up again. They call him a stupid old man. He picked the guy who sat on the box up by the neck, several inches off the ground, and told him to watch his freaking mouth in front of his grandson and to not litter. The kid goes pale. I remember how strong my grandfather's grip was, so he must've been Darth Vadering the kid's trachea. Turns out that serving as a stoker on Royal Navy ships for 15 years gives you some serious strength.

On a side note, my grandma also told me about the time that my grandfather spent time in jail in South Africa, sometime around 1942 or 1943. Apparently, one of the other stokers on his ship was a black guy, and when in Cape Town he went to a bar for a drink and was refused service because he was black. He came back to the ship, told the other stokers and the whole group of them go back to this bar, smash it up, beat up the owner, fight with the police, and eventually get thrown in jail. They were let go a day or two later as the ship needed them, and it was wartime.

I_ate_jeff

In college, we attempted to pull a prank with our school's mascot at the other university down the river. It was planned when to climb onto the statue of that university's founder, my friend in the mascot costume had to take the paws off. And then one of the paws was stolen by some of the crowd that was growing around us and our singing. Our school's unofficial song has several verses that are distinctly anti-this-particular-school and we were singing them loudly.

Anyway, the boys in our group went off to see if they could recover the paw and went on in the crowd, and my female friend and I hung back with the remainder of the very large mascot costume, now in a giant duffel bag that took both of us to carry. Some of the kids from the rival school had been drinking and saw two women and figured they could take the rest of the costume from us with no real trouble. They told us this. I told them that wasn't a great idea, particularly because my 5'1" not particularly intimidating friend was trained in hand-to-hand combat.

She was. She was Marine ROTC. They either didn't believe me or didn't care and tried to just take the duffel bag. I stepped aside while she jumped between them and I couldn't exactly tell what was going on, but suddenly, one of the guys let out a high-pitched squeal and then yelled "That was assault!" and his buddy said, "Let's get out of here, now!"

After they fled, she looked at me and said "If you ever need to get a guy off of you, you grab his man parts, pull, and twist." "Do they teach you that in the Marines?" I asked. "No," she said, "I have three brothers."

Killebrew_rootbee

I was riding the bus home from school one day. A bunch of kids were messing around in the back throwing food and other junk. A quiet, overweight kid sat in front of them, minding his own business when one of these kids thought it would be funny to shove an old sandwich in his face and call him fat boy. 

The quiet kid stood up and knocked him out in a single hit, then grabbed his bag, walked up to the front of the bus, and got off at his stop as if nothing happened.

TFKGreySlate

We had a vendor who showed up once a week and was a bit of a hand masher. Liked to crush your knuckles while shaking your hand. The boss had just hired a doughy-looking, middle-aged guy for the sales department. I told him to be wary shaking the vendor's hand. 

A few days later the vendor shows up, puts his hand out to the new guy with a big smile, and goes in for the kill. At first, everyone is smiling. The new guy is looking him in the eye while pumping his hand furiously. Then stops. The smile melts off the vendor's face.

He had a pained look on his face as his lips pursed together. The vendor yelped a long "Eeeeyah!" and dropped the new guy's hand like it was lava.

Pulled the new guy aside and asked how he did that. "Ten years I drove a tow truck. Must have changed thousands of flat tires with just hand tools. Nobody crushes my hand."

1Badshot

A few years ago I was riding my bicycle through the international district. Another cyclist wasn't paying attention and when the light went green. I rode around him on the left while he dicked around because it was unsafe for me to stay in traffic like that.

He didn't appreciate that I passed him without leaving a huge margin of space, so he rode up behind me, started swearing at me (no response from me), and tried to cut me off to force me to crash by hitting my front wheel on his rear wheel. I brake, and he swings to the other side before I accelerate again and keep riding. He tried it again, and again I braked, before dodging the other way.

The third time, I sped up so that he rammed me with his shoulder, and this time I leaned into him and barely moved to the right at all. My casual appearance and bike did not indicate it, but what he didn't know was that I raced cyclocross at the time, and we'd done many CX drills of leaning into people bumping you and staying upright. I leaned and matched his pressure so that we started to ride to the other side of the road.

I gave him a choice as we were rolling forward: he could ride into the car I had redirected us towards doing 15 to 20 mph, or he could use his brakes and crash like he'd been trying to do for me. He chose option B and as far as I can tell broke at least his wrist in the fall, and based on how he was moving, probably the collarbone as well.

Since it was technically a collision and there are penalties for leaving the scene of a collision, I turned around and from a safe distance asked if he wanted me to call 911. He said he was going to "End me,” which I considered reasonable grounds not to render aid or stay at the scene, so I took a photo, went to work, and once at work after talking to my manager called 911 reporting an assault. My manager said that something similar happened in his youth, the guy had anger management issues and ended up shooting up a cinema, so calling it in was a good idea.

The guy wasn't young or anything either. Would have been maybe 50 years old. Such a stupid thing to get worked up over, especially since broken wrists and collarbones take a very long time to heal properly.

Hunter006

For 3 years I was a corporate chef in a large office building. I had 5 coworkers and we all had to work together in a kitchen prepping for lunch. Our boss was from Australia and married a lesbian to get a green card they had a small child. He was a terrible person that mentally and emotionally tortured us all day.

We were forced to listen to his stories and he would harass the men and women to work. I guess his wife wasn’t intimate with him and he took it out on us. I was his favorite target. He didn't pay my taxes on purpose so I owed a huge amount of income tax. It wasn't uncommon for one of us to go to the bathroom and cry during work. 

We had made it through this terrible 3 years by going drinking on Friday nights and venting to each other about Dave our boss. So we celebrated getting rid of him finally on Friday night. His last words to us were see you later you douches. So we thought he was gone but no he hand-picked our new boss and messed up with us through him. 

So, I finally had enough and filed a grievance through HR because we were all scared before because he told us that he would make sure this was our last job if we ever complained about him. He was trying to get me fired through the new boss. So I took my 2 weeks. paid vacation found a labor lawyer and filed a grievance with HR. HR flew someone from CA to OH to meet with me. 

I made demands for my false write-ups to be off my record that Dave had done and a small raise I deserved. They wouldn't do it. So I put in my resignation and told my lawyer to file for the hostile work environment and carnal harassment. HR then flew back to OH and interviewed all the coworkers and they found out I was telling the truth and more awful things I forgot. 

They investigated Dave and at a company picnic where awards were being handed out. They called Dave to the stage and in front of everyone fired him. He lost everything, car salary promotion credit card, in front of the whole company. Last I heard he worked at a small country club down the street. 

Truisluv

My mother is known as the strictest teacher in the school. She once made a class cry just by turning up to sub the lesson. She wasn't allowed to teach the juniors after that. Yet the kids respect her because she's fair and my God she will get you the results you need in her subject. Her mess-up about the red tape of teaching ran out about 5 years into teaching. She has been a teacher for 30 years.

I was waiting around to go home after I'd worked a shift in the school uniform shop so I sat in doing some uni work as she oversaw a year 9 exam. One kid had transferred from another school maybe the month before (awful kis, was expelled), so decided to “up his cool” by mouthing off to my mother.

She didn't even raise her voice, just walked over to his desk, said calmly, “Would you like to come with me for a moment”, and took him out into the corridor. The door remained open but no one could hear what she said, just a calm, cold murmur of words. After about 3 minutes, we heard, “I will forget about this and so will you, and when you come back in tomorrow it will be like none of this ever happened and we will try again.” And they both walked in with tears streaming down the kid’s face

3 years later, the kid never gave her or any other teacher an ounce of trouble and proceeded to take his exams and got into a good university. Wrote my mother a lovely letter of thanks for everything. One of many such letters my mother has received over the years. I asked her what she said to him later, she just said she laid out the route his life was going to take if he decided to continue along the current path of dumbness he was going down

Smidgit

My friend's a short and thick girl. when you look at her, you might think that she's just your average girl. well, she is pretty average, but if you get to know her better, you know that she is a brown belt, and has won tons of medals, which are mostly golds. She can be hella scary sometimes. we'll call her "Anna."

There was an annoying kid in our class. we'll call him "Matt.” He's a stuck-up, loud, rotten jerk that everyone hates. He likes to tease people in ways that will make people feel uncomfortable. One person he always picks on though is my other friend, who we shall call "Abby.” Abby has really bad acne, which makes her an easy target to make fun of. She's quite conscious of it. 

Matt particularly likes to make fun of her though. On this day, Matt had called her a plethora of different and offensive insults, all about her acne. Abby just couldn't take it anymore and sped into the girl's washroom. I tried to follow her but Anna, who had witnessed the whole thing, sped after her. I figured that she would help her as she's better at comforting people than I was. I look back at Matt, and he's laughing with his friends. I simply roll my eyes and shake my head.

Anna walked back into the classroom, and I knew this was about to go down. She has a certain fiery look to her when she's mad and the face she had was just that. Matt wanted to make some cheeky remark, but that was interrupted quickly. Without warning, Anna pounces at Matt and starts throwing punches. Quick, almost undodgeable punches. His friends walk back and yell. 

Anna gets up and starts kicking him. even kicking chairs at him. I was just sitting back, smiling. Abby comes back and stands there, flabbergasted. Anna stops and simply walks back to her seat. The teacher finally walks into the classroom and her seat, completely disregarding the chairs on the floor and Matt curled up into a ball. in my mind, I was just like "God, why is she such a baddie?" She's so cool.

Queen_Of_All_Turtles

I was at a church camp in rural New England. There were a couple of kids who were from inner-city Boston. Tried to come off as all gangsta, but it doesn't take a lot to be more dangerous than church kids from Connecticut. Anyway, these kids would come up to people and do a roast battle (although we called them burns) where they would make fun of someone. One of them would say something, usually a yo momma joke because this was the early 90s, and his friends would go "OOOOOOHHHH!" like it was the craziest thing they'd ever seen.

Anyway, one day they came up to a kid and said "Hey let's do burns.” This kid was pretty nerdy; pasty white, not really fat just doughy, like he never did anything physical, thick glasses that sat a little crooked on his face. Picture Ted Wheeler from Stranger Things as a 14-year-old. The nerdy kid just says, "Okay, but you'll lose." Not arrogant or intimidating, just casually stating a fact. Of course, now everyone is watching, and they couldn't let this slide so they start going at it.

Gangsta kid starts with "Yo momma's so fat” and his friends go nuts. The nerdy kid hits back with something that's just devastating. Everyone watching is blown away and cracks up laughing. Gangsta kids get kind of defensive and try again. The nerdy kid ends up ripping them all to shreds. Insults their clothes, their whole wannabe gangsta attitude, their Boston accents, and they weren't just accurate, they were hilarious. 

By the end, he had us rolling. I think he had been watching all week and coming up with them ahead of time because there was no hesitating, no agitation, just calmly but completely ruining them. It was so unexpected and magnificent.

RemydePoer

While I personally haven't seen it myself, my father was often the primary target for bullies at his school. At the time, he was a "skinny bean pole" as he would call it and often bullies would mistake this as a sign of weakness. It didn't help either that my grandmother told him not to fight back if he was ever bullied, which of course made him even more of a target. 

But oh boy were they wrong. It was around Middle School that he finally started to stand his ground. However, he would never attack them or go for a punch unless he had to. Most of his fights consisted of knocking the guys to the ground 2 to 3 times till they finally got the memo and left. But of course, there are stupid people in the world. There are so many moments where my father did some serious damage to a guy, but here is a good one.

When my father was walking down the hall at his high school when a kid threw a paper ball at his head, leaning over to pick it up, he was charged at and pushed against the lockers by the kid and his friend. After they had him pinned, for some reason, they both tried backing off. However, with my dad being 6' 2, he had at least a good 3 to 4 feet reach and one of the kids was not able to back away far enough. 

Running on pure instinct, my father backhanded the guy straight into the lockers, and, if I remember correctly, found out later that he gave the kid a concussion. The kid's friend, being stupid again, tried to tackle him to the ground. Thankfully, a teacher had come out and was able to break it up. Long story short, looks can be deceiving, and treat everyone like they are the Hulk.

Son0fBlackstaff

My little brother and I were hanging out in our small town after school hours. We were waiting for my dad to run some errands or something like that. I was reading my book while my little brother was trying to skateboard but he wasn't very good at it at that time.

A new kid from school, who was around my age, came up and started teasing the two of us. He pushed my brother off the skateboard and took it from him teasing him and saying, “It was his now.” My brother has a temper and was shouting at this kid to give it back. He goes to take it and the kid pushes him down a set of stairs. My brother started crying, which he didn't do often, and the kid eventually said "Come on crybaby, come get your skateboard. Why doesn't Big Brother help?"

I knew the kid had messed up at this point, so I calmly told him he was the one who would need help. Sure enough, my brother, who had a broken hand from the fall, tackled him to the ground, wrestled the skateboard away, and hit him in the head a few times with it. It was pretty bad. The kid ended up needing a ton of stitches, and had a severe concussion, along with a broken nose, cheek, and jaw. 

He missed about a month of school and when he got back, everyone knew him as the kid who got beat up by a middle schooler. He moved away about 2 weeks later. My brother never got in any trouble either. I don't know if it was fear or embarrassment, but he just told his parents that he fell. I'm 4 years older and there's a reason I'm terrified of my brother.

Irrelevant_usernam3

So some quick background knowledge about me. I was shy and sensitive as a little kid so it was pretty normal that I was always left to be a target for bullies, or people who thought that they were better than others. 

So, my two cousins and I were chosen to be dancers for a family member’s quinceañera. My cousin had anger issues back then and he had no idea how to control it besides fighting with other people. Besides that point, one of the dancers decided to start picking a fight with me and it escalated quite a bit after that.

 I don’t say anything because I have always, and still, have gone by the motto, “It’s best to just do nothing and say nothing.” The big day comes up and we do our thing. We dance and we go wild as the night is still young. Coming to the end of the party, the dancer came up to me and decided to pick on me and he did it at the worst of times, in front of my cousin. 

My cousin witnessed me getting picked on and I was doing nothing about it. We have always been close since we were basically born so he gets irritated and not being able to control his anger, he swings and keeps on swinging. Poor kid got a black eye on the first punch and just kept getting punched one after another. That dude’s brother (Big Muscle Dude) decides to come up to my cousin and tells him to stop, but my cousin has none of it. 

My cousin just loses it and goes until they swear to never pick on me ever again. Even up to this day, he still decides to protect me no matter what. Cherish your family.

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So I was at a bar or dance club with my boyfriend, some friends, and their significant others. We're just chilling dancing and drinking. I am a bit on the far end of tipsy. I sway myself over to the bar for some water. Well apparently I cut some guy in "line" at the bar for my water and he's super drunk and super pissed. 

He's angrily talking at me but I am drunk and it's loud as heck so I can't hear him I assumed he was hitting on me. Not to be vain it just happens a lot at these kinds of places and as a woman, all you need to have is a pulse, and sometimes not even that so I smile and turn to walk away back to my group.

Well, that pissed him off. He grabbed my arm and started yelling at me. My bf and one of the other guys in our squad see this and book it to the bar and get his attention. They are trying to talk this guy down and get him to sod off. The thing is I have been in kickboxing since I was in grade school, it's how I blow off steam and deal with some anxiety and anger issues. I am no competitive champion or anything but I can pack a punch, but I don't look it because I am a tiny human.

Now I would usually never hit a person because that would just escalate things, but I was drunk, annoyed, and just over it. This asses back is to me and my BFand another guy is arguing with him and he's all puffed up for a fight. So I politely tap him on the should to get his attention, he turns and I sucker punch him in the jaw. This douche canoe lands flat and looks stunned as heck. 

Then, he got really red and that is when my brain caught up with me and I went, "Oh I just messed up" but luckily the bouncer showed up at that moment and dragged him out of the bar. Everyone around us just stared at me for a moment and some people started laughing, including my BF. We went back to dancing and changed clubs not long after. I barely remembered the incident till my bf told me all about it and my hand hurt for a few days.

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I was out drinking in a street full of bars with some friends from high school. It was the kind of street they close to traffic on weekends and bars spilled out onto the street. We were looking for a snack when we saw a commotion, a fight had broken out. One of those circles had opened up with a bunch of people watching. It was some guys from my school fighting a group from a rival school. 

One of the smaller guys gets glassed and falls to the ground holding his face so his larger friend launches at the glasser with a rugby tackle. The larger guy then gets overwhelmed by 3 dudes and hits the ground with his head. He's still conscious but someone doesn't like that so he was pushed continuously to the ground. People are screaming at him to stop at this point but he doesn't listen because he was extra drunk-angry.

A woman from the crowd then pushes him so his foot misses, he gets mad and shoves back then raises his foot again then the woman just launches at him. She knocks him to the ground and just starts hitting his face while screaming. She looks completely crazy and people have to pull her off him while she's trying to ruin his face to shreds. As people get her off him I can hear what she's saying, "You don't touch my little brother you piece of douche!" She was actually part of my group but I didn't realize her brother was the guy on the ground and didn't see her torpedo through the crowd to help him.

The crazy part of the story is that both siblings were models. The girl was freaky tall but pretty hot so you wouldn't think she could fight but she did a lot of swimsuit work so she was crazy strong from weight training and martial arts to stay toned. She still looked pretty good after hitting the dude, hair still perfect, makeup flawless, tiny dress intact. Only her hands were bloody. She was still lucky that even drunk teenage boys wouldn't hit a girl because she wouldn't win against 5 dudes.

The whole fight lasted about 20 seconds and police turned up a few minutes later. The glasser and the girl were arrested, because of the state of her victim, he had a broken jaw, and cheekbone and was generally a bloody mess. But her family is crazy rich and influential so she gets away with 

BreakthroughCumshot

My dad is special to us. I love him and he's fiercely protective of our family as always, but he also just doesn’t give a heck when it comes to confrontation.

We used to go to Sunday Chinese school and one day my mom was waiting for us in the car outside while my dad was picking us up inside. A guy in a luxury car pulled up, likely tipsy and belligerent, instead of peacefully just passing by, for some reason thought it would be a good idea to get out of his car to scream racial obscenities at my mother. Even though there were many other Asians, albeit men, out there as well.

My mom, whose English isn't great, got the gist and she got pissed and stepped out of the car to hurl whatever curses she DID know at the guy, which turned into a screaming match of this guy saying something along the lines of, "Speak proper English, woman!" My dad just so happened to arrive with us at this very moment and heard what the guy was saying. He quickly walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder, and asked, "What's up?" My dad is fluent in English because he got his Master’s degree from the University of Tennesee of all places.

He reaches into his pants pocket, pulls out a screwdriver, my dad owned a computer company and always had tools on him, and stabs the guy's windshield. The dude freaks out, jumps into his car, and starts to drive away but not before my mom takes off a shoe and chucks it into his open window and he drives off with it. She regrets doing that because she had to throw her other shoe away. Somewhere out there is a man with an interesting souvenir.

Lunchesandbentos

Back in high school, I rode the bus through my sophomore year. I lived in an affluent neighborhood in a school district that also had lower-income neighborhoods. Our bus would pick me and my friend up in the morning before meeting up with another bus that we would get on before our original bus would take its passengers to the country career center. My buddy is black, I am white, and starting center on the school football team.

We were transferring buses one day when these two brothers got in the face of my friend and said some things to him that upset him. I thought I had overheard one of them use the N-word. I really regret not stepping up and doing something then and there, but resigned myself to do something I'd it ever happened again.

The next day, our bus pulls up, we get out, and as we are switching buses, I hear one of them say to my friend, "There's that freaking N-word." My friend ignored them and got on the other bus. I turned around. I grabbed the kid by the neck of his shirt and said something along the lines of, "What did you say to him?" The little piece of trash repeated it!

I pushed his skinny body to the ground and started to go after him when his racist brother jumped in. He was also introduced to the ground. The original racist jumps up and says I'm lucky he is on probation, or he would hurt me. I pushed him back to the ground and said, "Good, that's where you belong." I told them both that if I ever heard them talk that way again, it would end much worse, and got back on my bus.

As I was going to my seat, the bus driver, who was a little black lady, and had apparently been hearing them saying this to my friend over the past few days, grabbed my arm and said, "Thank you for doing that. " I went back to my seat, but the bus didn't go anywhere. 

After a few minutes, a cop car pulls up. I figured I was getting in trouble for basically assaulting those two idiots. But the school resource officer gets out of his cruiser, walks over to the other bus, and hauls the other two dudes away. He briefly came on or bus to confirm the story the bus driver had told him and that was that. They messed with the wrong guy.

ReefsnChicks

I once messed with the wrong person. Had a friend who got into a lot of fights, and we didn't grow up in the best neighborhood. One day while waiting for him to come home from school from his bus, because I was home-schooled at the time and was done first, he ran past where we usually met and very quickly two kids were running after him.  

I'm faster than all of them at the time, so I catch up to the first kid, throw him down on the cement street, and catch the second kid and do the same thing. We ran into his house both out of breath, and I asked him what happened, but he refused to tell me. I knew we had just done something stupid though because the biggest, strongest guy in our neighborhood was the oldest brother of the second kid. I knew the oldest brother had a knife on him.  

About a week later, nothing had happened and we were playing basketball at the court nearest my friend's house. The brother shows up with his little sister and her best friend, along with some of his other friends, and tells us we better play basketball with them or there will be consequences. My friend isn't very wise and tries beating these little girls despite the situation we are in. 

I managed to play badly enough, but convincingly enough to make it look like I was trying, and after losing three times in a row to these little girls that I normally could have taken on my own, the brother and his friends have had enough of laughing at us and leave. Nothing else ever came of it after that, but I saw the knife in his back pocket at one point, and after they left. I told my friend I would never back him up if he got in with the wrong crowd again like that because I wasn't going to die for his stupidity. He never got in a fight again.

RepentantSkyX

So, about 10 years ago, while I was still living in Mexico, I had a situation happen that, to this day, makes me think. I was not much of a party person, but my brother was. We were not rich either or thought we had connections. Anyway, one day, my brother goes out to a party at a club. He's about 5'10 (tall in Mexico), very strong as he loved going to the gym, and he knows how to fight. 

One of his friends, in drunken mistakes, picks up a fight with some rich boy, to which a person at the club approaches my brother and tells him, "Dude, your friend is picking a fight with the wrong guy,” turns out, he was related to some gang or even cartel. My brother then proceeds to go separate his friend, but at this time, the bouncers of the club have already started mobilizing and kicking people out. 

The main bouncer was this tall dude who used to do MMA. And he's trying to get my brother to move quicker. My brother, has his arms raised and walking to the exit, but this dude is trying to bring him down, kicking his legs, and punching his torso, just to abuse his power. He can't, and as my brother is getting out, the dude runs ahead of him, turns around, and leap-kicks my brother in the face, breaking his nose. My brother does not fall and just walks to his car and drives home.

The next day, after going to the hospital, he talked with my dad, telling him what happened and we left it at that. Two weeks later, my dad called my brother and told us the next: "Hey man so, you don't have to worry about this guy anymore. I was at a high school reunion with some friends and the topic came up. I talked to an old friend of mine who seemed interested in what happened and then he told me, Don't worry, I got you covered.” 

I didn't think much of this, I hadn't seen him in a while, so not sure what he was saying, but, "And as he finishes the story, he shows us a picture of the bouncer, hurt to hell, tied up to the train tracks. My brother and I were freaked the hell out. That next weekend, he went back to the club. The bouncer that broke his nose instantly passed him to a table, served them some drinks, and apologized to him, telling him that "anything he needed to, just ask.”

That was the freakest thing I have ever witnessed.

Throwpunchtrain

I had a friend in college, we'll call him John for Internet anonymity. He's an awesome guy but has a sketchy childhood due to bad parents. His dad took off when he was a kid and his mom was a heavy substance user. He spent time living with his grandma and in foster homes. He didn't have two pennies to rub together but went to college on a football scholarship. 

He wasn't a big guy, he played safety, but he was very athletic and had solid muscle. But he was also very mild-mannered and quiet. Anyway, that sets the story up. We were all out doing what you do in college hopping from bar to bar. John had hardly had anything to drink because he didn't have a ton of money for that sort of thing and wasn't the sort of guy to comfortably accept lots of free drinks. 

As we're walking down the street between establishments, one of the girls in our group starts getting catcalled. We're all pretty drunk so there were lots of words yelled back and forth. It escalated to one of the guys coming over but there weren't any signs of danger at this point, just college idiots being college idiots. John hadn't been involved in the yelling except to tell everyone to calm down and let it go. 

He was trying to guide us all away from the confrontation like a sober sheepdog when the guy who had been doing the catcalling threw this wild punch, hitting John. It was a completely cheap shot but he mostly missed the mark. The hook has more shoulders than the head/face. But John turned and before any of us knew what was going on John had put his shoulder into the guy's stomach, drove him to the ground, and went to town on his guy's face. 

We pulled him off and the whole fight must have only lasted 5-10 seconds. But the guy was out cold and bleeding in the street. After the fact, we found out he ended up in the ER with a broken nose and orbital bone. The guy ended up dropping out and we didn't see him again. But everyone learned that you don't mess with John.

_sacrosanct

Both of mine have to do with the same issue: My high school had never heard of carnal assault laws (this was longer ago than I'd like to admit) so every day at lunch, boys would line the hallways and touch all the girls as we walked by. I mean hands-up shirts, down shirts, up skirts, down waistbands.

One day as I walked the gauntlet, a metal fire escape door behind me flew open so hard it ricocheted off the concrete wall and almost bounced back shut again. My tiny biology teacher took one stride across the hall to her son, unbuckled his belt and swooped it out of the loops with one hand in less than a second, and proceed to thrash his butt while yelling "I bet you feel like a big man now did you?" Again, long ago, in a place and time when social services wouldn't be called about this.

She then proceeded to go down the line of now-terrified boys, saying "Oh Robert, how are your parents, Marcia and Bob Senior? I'll be calling them tonight." Apparently, she had just learned of the practice, since she taught a class during the main lunch hour, and she had left her class sitting upstairs to handle the problem. After that, there was never again a gauntlet.

However, a few boys still insisted on the practice, following girls around and harassing them. One day, the girl who would go on to be our valedictorian was trying to get them to stop touching her friend, and finally, she snapped. The guy was a starting athlete and our valedictorian was about 5-foot nothing and looked like Tinkerbell. She proceeded to wail at him so hard she fractured his nose, blood was everywhere, he was sobbing and begging her to stop, and one of the coaches had to pull her off him like an embedded tick (fighting, kicking, and cussing the whole way.) 

They gave her in-school suspension and she had to serve lunch with the lunch ladies, and there was an honorary receiving line of girls buying hot lunch just so they could thank her personally. Not a girl was touched from that day onward. 

Sashanasha

In my hometown, there was only a single bar worth going to. On a Friday night, I went there with some friends for some drinks and to have a good time. At one of the corner tables sat a dude alone in his mid-twenties, having a whiskey, a cigarette, and reading a book. I don’t know why he went to a bar to read, but I'm not judging.

Cue the ginger jerk and his girlfriend. They've been there for some time, and Ginger Jerk was quite drunk when he went over to the reading guy. The bar was quite small so everybody could hear the conversation and see the following events happening inside of it. Ginger jerk started mocking the reading dude, but he didn't look up from his book at first, he was clearly ignoring him. But it seems that Ginger Jerk’s girlfriend was a former reading guy's girlfriend, and Ginger Jerk started mocking him about how he got his girl now, he was quite graphic about some details. 

Now reading guy looks up and just says, "Go back to your table." Which pisses Ginger Jerk off, and the insults got angrier. After a while of reading, the guy put down his book, put out his cigarette, and stood up. Now, that dude was about 6 feet and a bit on the heavy side, like a mix of 1/3 wood chucker and 2/3 "I love cake.” 

He was not very intimidating, but his face clearly showed that he was done. I remember thinking, "Well, here it goes." Which made it even more surreal when he suddenly spun on the spot and backspin-kicked the Ginger Jerk so hard in the face that he nearly did a backflip. Instant KO. The reading guy just sat back down, grabbed another smoke, and continued reading.

Starfall669

My mom had this phone call on the speaker. An insurance customer service agent was refusing to fax proof of insurance to the emergency room my sister was in because "It was after hours. We'll fax it in the morning." It was in fact in the middle of the night, but my sister was in Spain, where it was early evening, and they were refusing to treat her in the hospital she was in until they got proof of insurance. 

My mom said, "This plan is through my employer, which employs people traveling all over the world who are all on this plan. It was chosen specifically to deal with this sort of situation." The agent refused to budge amidst the statement my mom gave her. It seemed hopeless so my mom asked for a supervisor. "No one is available. Call again in the morning"

My mom then said, "Well, you're going to want to wake someone up or just send that fax, because I am the person who decides on what insurance plan my company uses. When I take all 50,000 people and their dependents off that plan, I will name you personally to your company when I do so. If you think I'm kidding, I suggest you google my name." A quick Google result shows that she is in fact in a position to do exactly what she said. 

They faxed the paperwork within 10 minutes. My mom still called the vice president of whatever at the company the next day and told them that if she heard about this happening to any of her company's employees, they would be looking at other companies. I have never, ever seen her pull any sort of power play in my entire life not until her daughter's health was threatened.

Torchwood1842

Back in high school, there was this small younger student who had something to prove. He was constantly trying to pick fights, particularly with people bigger or stronger than him for a while, and eventually, he chose the wrong target.

He went up to one of my classmates, a senior, and started harassing him. He'd hit him up a few times before, just talking horribly, and got laughed off every time because hell, it's just words and he wasn’t budging off. I guess he said something crude about the guy's girlfriend though as they got to the main entrance to the school. He finally got his fight, with the captain of the school weightlifting team who also leads the local school-aged rugby team.

The teacher break room was right there, as well as the principal's office, and half the school was headed that way to walk out with them ahead of us and five teachers watching. So, we had a pretty good audience to see this guy pick up the annoying little dude with one hand around his throat, hold him up in the air, and then slam him down to the ground like he was celebrating a touchdown with him as the football.

The dude dusted off his hands and then stepped backward to wait for his punishment. It took like ten seconds for anyone to even move because the teachers were completely blown away. Several different teachers independently assumed at first that they were just playing around or something, and then realized that this guy had just been smitten like a toddler trying to fight Zeus.

There wasn't even a fight to break up, the guy was walking funny for a month afterward because every part of him was bruised on the back, and he shut the hell up for I gotta say, at least a month.

Jiopaba

About a year ago, a buddy of mine from my Army days who is still active duty (and an 18-B with the 10th SFG, to boot) was visiting me and we were out having a beer and just chatting. The subject of politics came up, and we're both fairly liberal, so we were commiserating about the state of the current administration. I guess some overweight Alex Jones-looking guy sitting nearby must have overheard us because he turned around and told my buddy to shut the heck up before he got his "un-American" mouth slapped shut.

My buddy is all of 5'7" and about 180 lbs, and he wears his Gubmint issue BCGs all the time, so he looked a bit like an unusually buff hipster. My buddy grinned at the guy and said, "How about you just stop eavesdropping on our conversation?" The guy responded with something like "How about I whoop you?" So my buddy told him that was a wonderful idea, and that the dude should get right on it. He later told me he didn't expect Trumpaholic to follow through, he just wanted to call the guy's bluff early on to get past it. I love him like a brother, but I don't believe that for one second.

So over the cries of the bartender (who also knew my buddy) trying to explain to him that he's picking a fight with an active duty soldier and the screech of my chair being drawn back to give me a better view, Captain Conservative came blustering up, only to get knocked out the instant he came within arm's reach.

I grabbed my buddy to stop him from kicking the dude. I didn't want him to get in any trouble, as he's got a good career going, and got him sat down while the bartender was calling the cops. The big dude's buddy was helping him up and explaining what just happened.

The cops came, but nobody wanted to press charges (including the bartender, oddly enough; I guess we were all good customers) and Alex Drone didn't want an ambulance, so it ended up rather quietly. They took statements, threatened to arrest us all the next time, and then found better things to do. As they left, the dude's buddy came over and apologized and made excuses for his friend, then took his buddy home.

Me and my buddy didn't stick around too long after that, as the bartender was giving us the stinkeye and procrastinating over our drink orders.

MjolnirPants

This happened when I was probably about 17 years old. There was a party not far from my family's farm one weekend. I wasn't there, but most of the small rural community was. As the party progressed, they discovered that they were running very low on beer. The one guy there, Brad (who was probably in his late 20s at the time and is probably the biggest piece of crap I've ever met) volunteered to run into town and get some more. 

Brad was drunk, but he insisted that he be the one to go and get more beer despite there being several sober people present. So he jumped in his truck and another person (Brady) jumped in his passenger seat. I'm not sure why. Brady was 15, he was underage for drinking and he was underage for driving.

I suppose you can probably guess where this ended up. Brad rolled his truck into a ditch. He walked away just fine, but Brady had some pretty serious injuries (broken bones and the like). Everybody commented that Brad was a bad guy and he shouldn't have been driving. The next weekend, the entire community was gathered again at Brady's family's branding. 

Pretty much everybody was there. Brady wasn't able to join because he was laid up with some broken bones. Brad came walking up super sheepishly to Brady's mom and dad; and, in his infinite stupidity, asked them if they would ask Brady to say he was driving the night his truck got rolled because he (Brad) couldn't afford to lose his license again or the extra cost of paying for his license once he got it back.

With the whole community sitting in their yard, Brady's mom (Laurie - who, it should be added, was battling breast cancer at the time), stood up and told Brad to leave their property and never come back. She didn't hit him (although I know Brady's dad wanted to), she just told him to leave and when he argued, she started slagging him in front of the entire community. She brought up every small piece of dirt that she had on him and his family (the two families had been neighbors literally for 4 generations) until Brad finally left with his tail tucked between his legs and the entire community laughing at him.

I get the feeling nobody had ever been stupid enough to do it before, but Laurie made sure that day that nobody would ever be stupid enough to mess with her or her kids ever again.

Mydreamturnip

I was 17 years old when this happened. My Dad goes to the bar one night and calls me, saying "I've had too much to drink, can you come to get me?” I jumped in the truck and I started to head down where he was.

I get to the bar, Dad's got an Old Milwaukee sitting in front of him, so I go up, sit next to him, and order a soda while I wait. Dad didn't drink fast. In comes a group of about 5 guys, one yells out "Everybody in this bar better buy me a drink, today's my birthday." Dad and I turned and raised our glasses, he finished his beer, paid his tab, and we got ready to go.

The birthday boy strolled up to Dad and started saying, "Maybe you didn't hear me, you need to buy me a beer because it's my birthday." Dad had wished him a Happy Birthday face to face and told him that his ride was already here and he and I were leaving already. We walk towards the door, dude follows, still ratchet jawing and becoming more and more vulgar and angry about how Dad's GONNA buy him a beer. As we get to the door probably about 10 steps from the bar, the dude grabs ahold of Dad and goes to spin him around.

You all, I never once saw Dad's left hand move. I had never in my life seen a true, honest-to-God "one hitter quitter" before that, and I'm not sure I'll ever see one that clean again. The dude dropped like a marionette with the strings cut and didn't even try catching himself. I might mention that my Dad is 5'9, and 235 pounds. He kinda resembles a fire hydrant, a lefty, and was a Golden Gloves boxer in his prime.

BoogerChute

This one was about me messing with the wrong guy.

I'll be the first to admit that for 3 years when I would get drunk, I was waiting for it to happen unfortunately it took 3 years for it to happen because I got in a few fights and ended up coming out on top so it only inflated my ego but one night we were out drinking and while standing at the bar I went into drunk douche mode and ended up bumping back and forth with a guy. I don’t know why but at some point I got into an argument with the said guy. I instigated it. 

I asked him if he wanted to step outside. He was about 6 inches shorter than me slightly stocky as I had won 4 or 5 fist fights throughout this time I figured I was about to add another notch to my belt. Well, we step out back and the dude is like the man we don't have to do this and I square up we circle once and I throw a well-drawn back hard punch right into his jaw as hard as I could thinking I was gonna drop him. His head barely moved and he didn't even flinch or close his eye as best I can remember.

 I don't think he even registered he'd been hit but he then proceeded to hit me around 6 to 8 times directly in the face faster and harder than I had ever been and have ever been hit I stepped back and came back in and hit him 2 to3 more time with the same effect and he came back with 3 to 5 of the hardest fasted hits I'd ever had just like before. I dropped onto one knee very dizzy and in a lot of pain I felt a hand on my shoulder and slightly raised my head.

He knelt in front of me and asked if I was done I told him I was done and looked over at the people standing around us and reiterated to them that I'd had enough and apologized to them all and looked him in the eyes and apologized he smiled and pulled out a necklace from under his shirt he was a golden gloves boxing champion from Detriot. I live in southern Ohio. 

We walked back inside together and he bought me a beer and we're now friends 13 years later. I'm glad this happen aside from the friendship because it helped me realize what a douche I had become and to not escalate minor things into a fight just because you're a drunk person. I have since changed my attitude and mannerisms as I used to be like this so now I'm just a social drinker maybe once a month or so and I don't try to get hammered and show off anymore.

Waste0331

Growing up, we lived in a much nicer part of town than we could afford because my parents were managing an apartment building as a living. This was a way to get cheaper rent and it helped our family a lot. This was on top of their day jobs. 

My dad had kids late so he was probably around mid-50s at the time and he had all grey hair. However, he grew up on a farm, was 6 feet tall, and worked two physically damaging jobs so basically a solid mass. Not someone who looked like an easy target. He is also the calmest person you will ever meet. 

This little old lady who lived in the building passed away. Two young punks rang our doorbell and wanted the keys to her place, one was claiming to be her nephew. My dad calmly tells them they can’t have the keys and need to go through the courts for access to her property. My dad’s day job is as a police officer by the way. These punks get angry and start to threaten my dad. Now this is not a good idea. He tells them to leave and not threaten him or his family. His tone is calm but deadly. 

Punk 1 gets in his face and tries to punch him with his Walkman. At this point, my mom is trying to get us kids out of the way so I don’t see anything. After some scuffling and screaming, Punk 1 ends up knocked out in the hallway and Punk 2 is on the ground in a vise grip crying, there are scattered pieces of Walkman all over the area. My dad calmly tells my mom to call the station, give them his ID number, and send a patrol car. Oh and go get his cuffs.

Plankan12

At my old workplace, my boss was a tiny lady in her late 40's. One of our suppliers thought he was funny crushing her hand. She told me and my colleague what happened. 

I am nothing special but gave the guy a decent handshake of my own to soften him up for my colleague who is freaking huge. A colleague destroyed this guy while smiling at him the whole time. It was beautiful.

ApeShiver750

When I was around 12 years old, I and some friends decided to make a gang ourselves. Naturally, other kids from our district opposed and tried competing with us by making their gang as well after learning about it. To be honest, we were terrified of them because they were known to be the dangerous kids from our district. 

One day, when I was outside with my cousin just doing some stuff, things escalated when a couple of them surprisingly showed up. All of a sudden, they started calling me names and cornered me. My cousin was sitting on a ping-pong table just 10 meters away, apparently not planning on getting involved with whatever was happening with us. Two kids from the other gang were standing right in front of me, planning and making themselves ready to give me a beating. Their mistake was to tell each other that they would do so "by the count of 3.” I can remember that my brain took a brake when they started counting.  

I let them count to 2, and the moment they said "3.” I grabbed both of them by their necks and pushed their heads towards each other. This resulted in a broken nose, and a lot of blood and tears for one of them. The other one got away with a bruise. I looked at my cousin and he was laughing. He later told me that he was thinking the same thing, just to see me carry it out a moment later.

Needless to say, I was a big fan of Bud Spencer and had seen most of his movies at that time. Funny side note, those guys are twins and I never really could tell them apart. One of them has a crooked nose now.

WeirdTurkArmenian

This is a Military story.

My command sergeant major, CSM, E9, highest enlisted rank, had just gotten back from vacation and was walking around a battalion formation saying hi to people. Now, he was a big dude, about 6’2, more than 250 lbs, but we had a lot of big people in my platoon, so I guess he didn’t really stand out much. At least not from the center of the formation area...

Our battalion XO was a tiny little dude, like 5’6, 100 lbs, glasses. Picture any “old tinkerer” character in a Disney cartoon and you’ve got him. Well, he apparently didn’t see our CSM, and since the CSM is supposed to call the formation to “Attention” before turning everyone over to the commander. Our XO took it upon himself to march out and call everyone to “Attention.”

He got the first part of the call out in a cracking, high-pitched, nervous-sounding “BATTALLION” and the next thing anyone heard was our CSM spinning around and bellowing “What in the heck do you think you’re doing? Get yourself out in my formation!”

His instant tail tucked between his legs, XO stutters “Oh sorry, CSM I didn’t see you over there” and starts walking away. CSM lit him up in front of the entire battalion berating him for overstepping his bounds, lack of situational awareness, not adhering to customs and traditions, and just the whole work. Everyone’s jaws were on the floor even a CSM usually doesn’t openly light into an officer, let alone a field grade officer, let alone in the middle of an entire battalion formation, let alone right in front of the battalion commander who we now notice is waiting patiently off to the side just letting it happen.

I’d been in the unit for about 3 weeks and it was my first duty station. That was the day I learned our CSM was NOT to be messed with.

NorCalAthlete

So my uncle and his family came up along with my gran and we had a barbecue, exchanging past future birthday presents. You know just being a family. During the day there had been two flies buzzing around so we had the fly gun out trying to swat them. After a few failed attempts, I gave it to my cousin to try because he was faster than me.

After he had hit them, he was just playing with it as all kids his age do. Shooting it at everything that moved mainly at the 7 dogs that were there. My aunt runs a dog-sitting business and had brought them up along with her dogs. Anyway, it was time to leave and my cousin started shooting my dad. My dad took it off him and reloaded it because another fly had turned up. He loaded the fly gun and fired missed the fly and the table leg it had landed on and hit my cousin dead center in the forehead.

He went away crying with an imprint of the swatting surface of the gun on his forehead and my aunt BLEW UP in anger calling him a disgrace, that it was disgusting behavior and that he should be ashamed. All Dad could say was "Alright, alright" and not apologize or see if he was ok. He also had the balls to try to pass on the blame onto my cousin saying, "He was shooting me" which pissed off everyone and pissed off my uncle. My aunt didn't hear but presumably told me in the car.

Both my aunt and uncle blocked and presumably disowned him. As I was typing this I was told that the gun had caught his left eye and vision was blurry. They took him to the optometrist and found out that there was retina damage and would have to wear glasses.

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I was on a Greyhound in 1990. It was the time when Iraq had just invaded Kuwait. The bus all of a sudden broke down in Salina, KS across the street from a bar. So to kill time, everyone goes inside and eats and gets drunk waiting for the bus to get repaired or replaced. I just get back to my seat which is in the very back next to the restroom.

 A Vietnam vet is sitting in the seat in front of me to the left and a Lebanese gentleman sitting in the seat in front of me to the right. The vet just started hurling slurs at the Lebanese guy. He started saying things like, “You guys are going to get us all ended. The world is gonna end and it’s because of you Muslim” and other awful things. The Lebanese man just stayed quiet and didn’t say a word. The vet finally gets up from his seat and punches this old guy right in the jaw. 

Before I knew what happened all I saw was a blade flying through the air. In a matter of seconds, he had surgically cut this man in several places across his face and almost had his ear off. Stunned, I watched as the entire bus in front of me evacuated. Being 17 and my first time alone away from home I just sat there unable to move. 

What seemed like not long after, the bus was stormed by the police pointing their guns, yelling “Who’s got the knife.” I finally managed to point to the Lebanese man. They took him and the vet away in handcuffs after we explained the vet was the aggressor. Funny. This was almost 30 years ago and I remember how fast and bloody it was like it was yesterday.

581977

There was this guy who was part of our group in college. He was a jerk but he was one of the guys' brothers so he hung out with us a lot. Whenever he would get drunk he would try to pick fights. We would just shake it off and ignore him.

One of the guys hosted a pretty big NYE party. As it goes, this dude got drunk and tried to pick fights again. People were getting uncomfortable. There was one guy at the party who was about 6'4 and built like a tank who was just not having it. He waited to be confronted and then immediately carried the guy outside and threw him down the stairs and broke his leg.

He stopped picking fights after that.

PhreedomPhighter

My grandpa is a former Green Beret who served in Vietnam. Normally he's pretty chill, a bit of a joker, and loved his high school football. 

One Friday, he'd taken me and my sisters to the football game. After the game was over, Grandpa told me to go and round up my sisters so we could leave. So, I get off the bleachers and walk toward the gym. I happened to pass the resident bully on the way there, but I didn't so much as look at him. I didn't want to do anything to provoke him.

The problem is, he'd been out drinking with his brother and he decided that he wanted to fight. So he goes and shoves me in the back. I get up, and he circles and shoves me again. I'm ready to just leave and ignore him when Grandpa comes up behind me, puts his hand on my shoulder, and whispers in my ear, "Are you going to just let him do that to you? Teach him a lesson."

I didn't get the opportunity. We shoved for a bit before we were separated and the principal and school resource officer took the bully off to a corner to grill him. Grandpa starts moving in that direction, and I follow him. About this time, the bully's older brother decides he wants to get involved. He sees me walking towards where his brother is, interprets that as me trying to fight some more, and he tackles me.

But before he can hit me, Grandpa sprints over and grabs the guy on top of me from behind. My 65-year-old grandpa with artificial knees picks him up off the ground and freaking body slams this guy. Once on the ground, he held him down until more officers showed up. I'd only seen him move that fast one other time after I wrecked my car. He had to have covered a good forty feet in less than two seconds. Grandpa usually had some trouble getting around without his cane.

Not that night.

SlumlordThanatos

My dad is an ex-martial artist with multiple black belts. One of his best friends who is a female, was dating a really awful abusive guy who kept threatening her and telling her that he didn't like how close she was to my dad. She tried to break up with him because he was so verbally and emotionally abusive and threatening physical abuse. I'm not sure if he ever hit her or not.

Of course, this guy blames my dad for everything that went wrong with their relationship and their breakup and follows the lady to their favorite bar. My dad goes to use the bathroom and the guy follows him in and starts threatening him and the lady, and then tries to hit my dad. My dad caught his fist, spun him around by the arm, and then Roundhouse kicked him into the nearby sink and knocked him out. 

He left the guy propped up against the wall next to the sinks unconscious and went out to guard his friends, telling all of them exactly what happened. He also made sure the bar owners knew and told them not to worry, nothing was broken in their bathroom. When the guy finally came to and stumbled out, he glared at my dad. My dad just raised a fist at him, and the guy spat on the ground and left.

Literally, the only reason I knew about this was that a couple of weeks later I was at the bar with him for a birthday party and all these women he's friends with, as well as the owners of the bar, kept coming up to me going, "Your dad's the best, he's definitely not someone to mess up with! He's Julie's guardian angel now!" And I'm sitting there like, "What the heck is happening right now.”

HelloMissMurphy