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Most people have em, whats yours?

I've copied and pasted my essay on one from another thread:
When I was 16 I wondered into a rival houses common room, it was normal to do so as people often had friends in different houses. A boy playing pool I'd never really spoken to told me to fuck off and I replied I'd do no such thing. He said something derogatory about my mother so I picked up the 8 ball and skipped it off the table top into his hip.

His face was transfixed with rage and he swiftly rounded the table, leveled his cue and charged at me! I sidestepped and he clattered into the lockers, then I grabbed hold of the cue and we wrestled each other into the corridor. I utilised my judo and ended up in top position with him face down, my forefinger and thumb pressing painfully into the sides of his neck.

I told him it was over and that I was going to let him up, but upon being released the cur tried to strike me with the cue he still grasped in his cowardly fingers. I karate blocked the strike with my left forearm which sustained me the most damage i received during the encounter and I reached forwards and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck with my right. Spinning him clockwise round and holding him by the neck and arm I then ran him down the 15ft of corridor and accelerated his face into the firedoor.

He crumpled to the floor and remained still for what must have been an instant but felt like at least three. A wail unlike any I heard escaped him, doing very little to my constitution and then he rose unsteadily to his feet and ran past me crying and holding his head.

I went home feeling the sword of damacles dangling above my head and sure enough I was called into the headmasters office the next day to explain myself. The boy had required stitches and the father wanted to press for ABH, but the school managed tomolify him with punishment being kept in house. I was told not to return until my final exams several months away and that I would not be returning for A levels thereafter.

Harsh I think as at no point after the 8 ball was thrown did I try to continue the fight, but there you are. I went on to go to a state funded college/high-school where I met my wife and never saw the boy again.

My younger brother and sister never had any trouble afterwards, I hope in some part due to my actions.
 
Were you in Griffindor or Hufflepuff?
 
My favorite fight (was about 13-14 years old):

Some cocky kid in school and I had words several times. In front of about 20 classmates he challenged me to a fight in the park after school. I show up in a jacket as it is probably 45 - 50 degrees F outside. The kid is in a tank top doing some shadow boxing.

The fight starts, and I let him throw the first punch so I didn't start the fight. Somehow the fight went to the ground where I got him in a "steiner recliner". A friend ran in and kicked me off as he thought I was going to break the kids back. When I got up, I threw an overhand right that landed in the kids eye socket. Blood was everywhere. I took off as people were dragging him away.

The next day at school, he gets called to the principals office because his eye is so screwed up. The teachers heard from other students what happened, so I get called in to the principals office too. The police and the kids parents are also in the office. They ask the kid what happened to his eye. He tells them that he was playing football and took an accidental knee to the eye. The police tell him they do not believe him and that he will be in trouble if he lies to them. He tells them he has nothing more to say. I stand up and give him the nod asking if I can go back to class.

In 2 months I will be a groomsman in "the kid's"wedding. We have been good friends after this fight as we each gained respect for each other.
 
I got in a little scrap with a guy in class once. He threw first and caught me. Admittedly, I was kinda egging him on not expecting to actually hit me. I just responded with a few quick little punches much like a cat. Then we tangled up and just kinda wrestled because I don't think either of us wanted to take another punch. It's fun to hear my wife tell the story because she was in the class at the time so she saw the whole thing. This was 7th grade.
 
When I was in grade eleven, we each got paired up with grade two kids for a day in some kind of buddy system thing where we were supposed to play sports with them and teach them how to draw. The teachers had good intentions, but the grade two kid I got paired with had a stupid haircut and was looking at me weird the whole time. It made me uncomfortable.

We got through the sports thing okay. I underhanded a few pitches to him with a tennis ball and he couldn't swing the nerf bat for shit. Whiffed at like 12 perfect strikes in a row, then finally got a foul tip and I told him that the swing was satisfactory in that instance. Then the teachers made us do art with the kids and this little guy clearly had something wrong with him and needed to be disciplined.

Most of the kids were fingerpainting and shit, no big deal. Some of them were drawing with felts and crayons, but this kid, I don't know what the fuck he was thinking. He took a pair of scissors from the shelf and took the paintbrush he was supposed to be using to paint birds and clowns and stuff, and he snips the hairs off the paintbrush. Right there in front of me, like I wasn't even there. Then he looks at me and just shrugs his shoulders like it's no big deal.

Well fuck that, I'm probably on the hook for the damaged paintbrush and even if I'm not, I'm not letting my reputation get sullied. I tripped the kid, not very hard, and when he stood back up, I bodychecked him into the blackboard. Not that hard, just enough to let him know who's boss.

That would have been the end of it if he wasn't a little bitch. Stupid kid starts crying and saying he's going to tell the teacher, and his parents. Well fuck that, not on my watch. Kid needed to learn a lesson so I threw a few pieces of chalk at him to shut him up. Not underhand like the tennis balls on the playground, some Roger Clemens shit. Right on target too, I was proud of those throws. One of them got him in the eye, so he started bawling, fucking pansy. And I guess he had some friends in his class or something because they started pulling at my legs. I kicked them off and shoved them into a bookshelf.

In the end, I ended up taking down about seven opponents just by myself. Seven on one and I came out on top, not too shabby.
 
When I was in computer class in my senior year, one of the football varsity guys was trying to grope a girl in my class. She keeps telling him to stop and he didn't. Him and his buddies were laughing it up and he kept on touching her all over the place. The teacher usually gives us a few pages to type up and then he leaves the class, so it was just the students in there pretty much most of the time. My dad is a piece of shit, but he's always taught me that it's my responsibility to step up for the weak, so I did. My family 3 generations up were all boxers, so I know how to fight (or to box at least), so I went home that day and finally got my golden chocobo and my Knight of the Round Materia. It was a day of one of my greatest videogame achievements.
 
Back in primary school i found myself in a scuffle among a number of other kids. The one who was trying to grapple me got his arm bent and pushed face down into the floor, and he then preceded to cry. Some dinner ladies escorted us to the headmistress' office where we got a very lukewarm telling off, but that didn't stop pretty much every kid from crying their eyes out, aside from me and some ginger.

Realizing that it was a pretty nothing situation of kids wrestling and nobody being hurt, the headmistress decided to try and make it appear that it was serious when calling all our parents to tell them about it by adding "if there was a knife involved it would've been very serious".

"If there was a knife involved it would've been very serious". WTF does that mean? You can say that about someone falling over or anything, however if there isn't a knife it's pointless.

Needless to say my Mum fell for it, and when i got home "The headmistress called today and said you were in a fight. She said if there was a knife involved it would've been very serious......."

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I don't really call them fights... I'm too powerful.

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Back in primary school i found myself in a scuffle among a number of other kids. The one who was trying to grapple me got his arm bent and pushed face down into the floor, and he then preceded to cry. Some dinner ladies escorted us to the headmistress' office where we got a very lukewarm telling off, but that didn't stop pretty much every kid from crying their eyes out, aside from me and some ginger.

Realizing that it was a pretty nothing situation of kids wrestling and nobody being hurt, the headmistress decided to try and make it appear that it was serious when calling all our parents to tell them about it by adding "if there was a knife involved it would've been very serious".

"If there was a knife involved it would've been very serious". WTF does that mean? You can say that about someone falling over or anything, however if there isn't a knife it's pointless.

Needless to say my Mum fell for it, and when i got home "The headmistress called today and said you were in a fight. She said if there was a knife involved it would've been very serious......."

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Damn. If there had been a nuclear warhead involved, you would have been a real piece of shit.
 
I don't really call them fights... I'm too powerful.

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Fucking lol!

Once I got punched in the face and hit my head on the door after being pushed into the school tough boy, I was so surprised nothing happened and everyone carried on as if it hadn't.

Of course he was friendly to me thereafter.
 
Too many fights. Too many suspensions in school. Time to move on but at times I'm like yea, I was that.
 
I was a goofy lovable 17 year old. There was a misunderstanding. Large nation wide gang terrorized me for the first half of my senior year. (including bringing guns to shoot me) Shit sucked.

Wait, wait...This is sherdog. I am doing it wrong. Let me try again

I was a total alpha 17 year old badass and the bad guys started some shit, but I ended it, with uppercuts. Then I Fucked all their GF's, Perfected the SAT's and was practically universally admired by all.

Just wished that both of those stories were lies.
 
Wait, wait...This is sherdog. I am doing it wrong. Let me try again

I was a total alpha 17 year old badass and the bad guys started some shit, but I ended it, with uppercuts. Then I Fucked all their GF's, Perfected the SAT's and was practically universally admired by all.

We don't use uppercuts here. We touch with the jab.
 
When I was 15 I had I fight with my mate and he came out throwing wild hooks (he was a big boy). I kept backing up in fear of having my head taken off. I see him overextend with a wild hook and tap him with a shitty head puch as I rush in for the old school yard headlock TD. I wrap him up ( but no TD) and start punching with
1 hand while headlocking him with the other. Next thing I know the fuckers trying to fish hook me so I clamp down on his finger and use it to drag him to the ground and pummel while still biting his finger ( ended up de gloving it) then sunk a few cheap kicks into the back for good measure.

What I consider my 1st real fight was with an explosive gentleman when I was 13, silly me picked the fight and had the shirt pummelled out of me, I was staggering around like a drunk, sobbing and crying, haha funny times
 
I was a goofy lovable 17 year old. There was a misunderstanding. Large nation wide gang terrorized me for the first half of my senior year. (including bringing guns to shoot me) Shit sucked.

Wait, wait...This is sherdog. I am doing it wrong. Let me try again

I was a total alpha 17 year old badass and the bad guys started some shit, but I ended it, with uppercuts. Then I Fucked all their GF's, Perfected the SAT's and was practically universally admired by all.

Just wished that both of those stories were lies.

Wait, Large nation wide gang?? Surely you just had to throw doughnuts behind you and walk briskly to escape? Were they all on rap scooters? More info needed!
 
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