got use for my fighting skills jesterday

here's the story, i was out driving friends to a party, and to town. I live in the countryside so it's custom that we take turns driving, as it's a long freaking walk.

and as i picked up three people from this private party taking them to the pub in town. one i knew, who sat up front. and two i didn't know, who sat in the back.
my friend was drunk and wanted to go home, as it was only about ten minutes each way, i said sure, I'll drive you home first, and then the other two to town.

the guys in the backseat, also pretty drunk, started complaining about that, saying they where in a hurry to get to town, and that we should go there first. I told them that would be a fifty minutes detour for me, and that I'd rather drive my friend first.

And this is where it got freaky. one of the two in the back seat obviously snaps, and takes a chokehold on me (half- good headlock by the way) with his right arm. and started to slam me in the head with the other (his left, making it really weak since it's also the left side of the car, what was he thinking)
I managed to keep my cool, and told him it wasn't a good idea to choke me, the driver, on the freeway, doing 80 kilometres per hour (fifty- sixty mph i think.) to that he responded that i obviously didn't know who i was f**king with, since had done time for knocking someone out, and tightened his hold.

so i slammed the breaks, not really caring anymore, seeing red. opened my seatbelt, used pressure points in his fist and biceps to loosen his grip, got out of the car, opened his door, and trew him out. I see now, that doing that could easily have been enough. but being really pissed off, and wanting to teach this guy a leasson in humility, i said "ok, you want to fight me, let's go" and got in stance. wanting to do it clean, beat him by being the better fighter.
his friend however, had other plans, having got out of the car, running around it and full speed at me to take me down while I was consentrating on mr. convicted criminal. and I believe I would have eaten concrete hard if it wasn't for a warning call from my friend, still sitting pretty out of it in the car.

so I got out of the way, throwing away all thoughts about fairness, and sidekicked the guy in the face, sending him out of it for the remainder of the battle.
his friend clocked me in the face once or twice before i got my guard up. he was surprisingly fast and strong compared to how drunk he seemed to me before he got into the car merely minutes before. and being a little out of it his movements was hard to read, not really having any form or plan, it was just punches and kicks.

so i got in close and threw him, the ground not being what i wanted I backed away, waiting for him to get up. he was angrier than ever from the takedown, having to eat pavement, and attacked by trying to ram me full speed. without his guard up, going head first though, it was an easy thing for me to sidestep and plant a kne behind his ear, sending him nose first, down for the last time.

I got a flashlight from my car, shecked them out briefly, making shure they didn't have serious injouries from the punishment i gave them. got into the car, and drove away.
laughing a little that they now faced a three hour walk to the pub downtown, and not the thirty minutes it would have taken to drive there if they had kept their cool.



it's episodes like this that really reminds me why i train, why i prepare every day.
this is what martial arts is all about. learning how to defend against madmen like that, that just snaps at you for no particular reason.


so what do you guys think, was i to hard on them. I got a big bruise on my neck from the choke, but other than that I am fine. I just got really angry at the fact that some people think they can threaten people to do as the say just because they can fight, or think they can.

 

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haha owned.

 

Owned - old school. Wow what a lying tard the TS is. Then again any account whose third post is some BS "how I kicked ass" story....deserved some scrutiny. He did say "jesterday" not yesterday though. So I guess it was a jest about yesterday?


Maybe he kicked the other guy's ass with his swimming skills.

 

Is that how you guys write "yesterday" in Norway? Jesterday?

 

Owned in the first post? That's a first.

 

Yeah...if you just joined.

 

No. No, I think it's quite rare.

 

i wonder why my bad grammar and training in other sports has anything to do with my ability to fight.

or the time i spent in this forum. I have a hard time believing chuck liddell have ever spent time in here, and he sems to be doing pretty good to me.


but as you say, it is difficult to believe I can have any skills as a fighter, not having any formal training. but having a step father who beats you up every day for almoust eight years and brings you down to the ground mentally. really gives you an opportunity to learn, the hard way. also being bullied a lot all trough my first seven years of school, helps a lot as to the understandment of an attacker, and the mentality that people have when they fight people for the sake of an argument.

as for technique training i have friends who are very experienced in different kinds of martial arts. my best friend, who tought me most, is a kickboxer and an amateur wrestler.
training with him for a couple of years to overcome my mental state of pure wanting to kill the other person, gives me some experience in executing the different strikes and combo's wothout to much flaw.

and you really shouldn't turn swimming down, it's a great sport that trains your entire body and teaches you a lot about the mindset needed to achieve your goals in any given sport.
In fact, my coach, a former iranian champion in swimming, and 5th dan, tkd and 4th dan, karate instructor, makes his entire class swim twice a week, as he says it teaches you to fokus on your entire body at once, and helps you achieve a mental state that is very good for the art.



but i see that the credibility of this story and wether or not i say jesterday, or yesterday (in norway we don't use any of those by the way, having the luxury of speaking my native tongue i usually use the frase "i g

 

Give the guy a break - you guys can't tell if he's telling the truth or not. In fact, does it really even matter?

Also, it's kind of bad form to make fun of someone just for not being a native English speaker.

 

Actually, i should really take their critics very serious. As i am going to be at teacher one day, maybe trying to teach some kids english.

guess it haven't dawned on me yet what a year in the army does to your brain. they teach you to kill, not to think.

and a again, i should really bow down low, as I am but an educated thug, trying to learn the mindset of the martial artist, not only the kill quickly and live to fight mentality of the close combat in the army.

 

:icon_surp Hvor var du stasjonert?

 

It feels great when that happens. I can't believe your friend didn't get out to help. Kudos for keeping your cool. I would've slammed the breaks straight away...

 

Good to read about how you've stood up for yourself, but these type of "How I Kicked Some Ass" stories are kind of frowned upon here. Great job, though.

 

This one has potential. Nice ownage.

 

Are you saying you sidekicked a moving, charging target in the face, under stessful conditions with no training? meh

 

to gramps, er i fjernoppklaring, setermoen leir holder vi til.

I had no intention of kicking him in the face, I was more aiming at his knee, trying to trip him, as i we learn to make the enemy loose his foothold, and i naturally tend to kick first, not punch. as a kick en the groin or shinbone tend to hurt, but not damage people to bad.
but he came pretty low, trying to tackle me or something, so that is where it landed.

and i didn't think in terms of "look at me, i'm tarzan, king of the jungle" when I wrote this story, I just wanted to show people how easy it is to get into trouble where you least expect it, even in the calm countryside of norway.