The only time was a fraternity brawl. We didn't get along too great with the house that was separated from us by an alley. We had a couple guys popping off drunk after the bars(I was actually studying for one of the few times in my college career for a huge test in my room). I hear the goings on and look outside and our two guys were surrounded by 25 or so of them. Shit started flying and I will not let my brothers get mangled outmanned so I joined the fray. I caught a kid with a running Russian cycle of the back porch. He paid dearly as did a couple others before I got blindsided with a big one. I got more licks in than I took, but still paid a price. Looked bad for a few days but didn't hurt much.
went down to SD with two buddies, one of which new a chick down there. We were about 25 and the chicks were in college. end up going out and getting completely wrecked, we all end up pairing off but one of the idiot chicks leaves her front door unlocked so her ex and some of his buddies come in. I think there were 4 or 5 of them. they come in and sit on the couch as she tries to get them to leave, words are said and one of the guys comes charging down the hallway at one of my friends (who is pretty big, played minor league ball, about 6'3" 220). I step in front of my friend as the kid is going low on him and upper cut the kid catching him square in the nose, he just drops face first to the ground.
Now, all hell breaks lose. Last thing I remember is standing up from being on top of some kid banging his head into their hardwood floors and getting blindsided in the side or back of the head. Fell face first onto the ground, chipped a tooth and was knocked out cold. End up waking up at some point and just leaving the house, catching a cab trying to find my car. All I knew was that it was at a Ralph's. The cab driver drives me to 4 or 5 Ralph's in SD and I finally remember it is at a Ralph's in Newport Beach so I get him to bring me to NB (about 90 minute drive). As he is heading North I change my mind and somehow remember my friend's cell number. They don't answer so I tell the cab driver to bring me back to the chick's place but I have no idea where it is, all I remember is that there is a ferris wheel nearby. Somehow I get back to the place.
Epilogues:
1 - My friend (the baseball player) ends up going down to SD about a month later and is in the same area. Keys his name into the back of the chick's Tahoe.
2 - About 6 months later we are all in Phoenix for a bachelor party and run into the chick (she was from there). End up finding out that I broke the kid's nose and he had like 20 stitches, at least I had that satisfaction. I still, to this day, have a small chip in my tooth from that night.
Now, all hell breaks lose. Last thing I remember is standing up from being on top of some kid banging his head into their hardwood floors and getting blindsided in the side or back of the head. Fell face first onto the ground, chipped a tooth and was knocked out cold. End up waking up at some point and just leaving the house, catching a cab trying to find my car. All I knew was that it was at a Ralph's. The cab driver drives me to 4 or 5 Ralph's in SD and I finally remember it is at a Ralph's in Newport Beach so I get him to bring me to NB (about 90 minute drive). As he is heading North I change my mind and somehow remember my friend's cell number. They don't answer so I tell the cab driver to bring me back to the chick's place but I have no idea where it is, all I remember is that there is a ferris wheel nearby. Somehow I get back to the place.
Epilogues:
1 - My friend (the baseball player) ends up going down to SD about a month later and is in the same area. Keys his name into the back of the chick's Tahoe.
2 - About 6 months later we are all in Phoenix for a bachelor party and run into the chick (she was from there). End up finding out that I broke the kid's nose and he had like 20 stitches, at least I had that satisfaction. I still, to this day, have a small chip in my tooth from that night.
Levi , the title of my post was/is worst ass beating ever ?? Its nots , Let me tell you about my worst ass kicking ever , and then let you tell me why I deserved it. I think I pretty much summed that up in my post, 19 , drunk, dont remember shit , etc ... Of course I deserved it , it doesn't take the Fight Doctor Freddy Pacheco to tell us that ... I think I set my story up nicely and gave details admitting my guilt before hand, NObody needs you to state the obvious afterhand. I got beat up , probably rightfully so, It happened and I was pained for it and from it ... that was written. Your stating the obvious , yes , I deserved it ..,. no shit genius. The point isnt about me getting beat up- because I deserved it ; coming from the quantam probability of pressing my luck against unpredictable odds. The point is I GOT BEAT UP ... and over the 35 years Ive been on this planet , this is the worst Ive ever had it ... everything I wrote is true. The point of the post , my story and anybody else that feels free to chime in ..................... IS to tell me ( the author - and anybody else who shares their own demise in this thread ) about your own and individulized personal experience that can or which possibly relates to this displayed situation. Of course , its easy for you ... to read my words and immediately dismiss them as a fault or weakness. Thats the easy part. If I just posted this story without explanation or example - you would be expected to tell me off as in I deserved it. But thats not the case, Im not declaring this , stating it , or highlighting my acheivement. Im admitting full heartenly to a situation whereas I had no control over the matter. I thought I could gain control but ended up helpless and in the need of instant recessitation. I am telling a story where I am the victim and perhaps the instigator aswell and you Levi come in and state the obvious. No shit huh ? I deserved it ...? Golly gee , thanks for showing me the light..If your so damn righteous , why not steer me clear of the whole event from the get go ... rescue me Levi ... I speak earnestly of an event that happened 16 years ago ... and you lecture me like my dad on the night it occurs ... what gives dude ? Ok , alright , your a tough guy - you never got beat up ... your above the rest of us chums ...Last time you lost a fight was in the sandbox over the red shovel right ? Sorry to offend you with my petty but real stories ... Yea we jumped a guy , did you just read that part ?? Or did you happen to read the whole post where I go out of my way saying we were drunk beyond belief ? Levi, sorry to bore you with posts of substance and merit ... I mean hell , maybe I didnt even write this ( and if not ?? do you think I just copied someone elses story off a random blog ?) maybe Im just looking for some gullible posters who will buy into the bullshit of me making up stuff where I get annihlated with the objective of me getting attention and sympathy.Levi I dont follow your posts ,but do recognize your handle. But rest assured from now on ... Im going to be extra critical on everything you do post. Because I posted something today from my heart which happened 16 years ago and you are trying to make me look like the bad guy that does and condones this shit every day of my life. Dude if you want to battle me in a thread .... lets pick a topic we can both contribute to, instead of the one where I admit I got my ass kicked ...
(dont know why everything went to italics ... I just rolled with it )
Damn Rupert, that was bad luck. I do not think you deserved that. If the bastard was milking the meter (and we all know they do that down there) he deserved some crap. Regardless you did not deserve a beating LIKE THAT. Good story though.
No great stoies for me only I got sucker punched and my whole bottom row of teeth were uprooted for hours. Had em put back by an oral surgeon. it sucked.
No great stoies for me only I got sucker punched and my whole bottom row of teeth were uprooted for hours. Had em put back by an oral surgeon. it sucked.
Junior in high school 1974. Was hanging out drinking heavily at the park with rest of scholars and decided to take some sort of downer for the first time. I woke up at a nearby restaurant with all my knuckles bloodied and was pretty impressed when my buddies told me I had kicked the crap out of someone. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Oh my god". My face was raw hamburger! I was brought to a friends house where they tried to clean me up a bit before dropping me off at home. They refused to tell me who I had fought but would tell me in the morning after I slept it off. My parents were waiting and understandably freaked when they saw my face, I sat down, showed them my knuckles and told them my opponent was going to be in a wheelchair for life if he had not already died. "Oh my god. We are going to lose the house" was my mothers response. I felt bad about the trouble I was causing her and promised I would find out who my opponent had been in the morning. I woke up and met my buddies at the park and asked them who I had fought the night before. They were laughing their asses off and told me, "You did not fight anyone. You passed out standing up, with your hands in your pockets, landed on your face and tried to get up with your hands half in your pockets and your face in the pavement. You were using your face as a lever to try to get up, and rubbing your knuckles off on the pavement". Sorry we did'nt pick you up sooner but it was a slow night and it was just too damn funny"! Worst beating I ever took...physically and mentally.
Mine was in high school, 1968. Some guy I never knew, or talked to just walks up to me at lunch and says in front of a crowd, "i dont like you, and am going to whip your ass after school today, meet me at the horseshoe pits" (thats where the fights took place)
So I have to go, or Im a puss. I showed up, early, and got ready. The guy comes walking in, the fight is on and for a while he cant land a punch, but eventually the tide turned, and he caught me with a solid right, knocked out three of my teeth, and sliced my right eye pretty good. The guy was only about 5' 8", but fast, and wiry. It went on a while till I couldnt see him due to the blood, so others stepped in and stopped it. Glad they did, I was on empty anyway.
The guy actually turned out to be not such an ass hole after all , but never did tell me what made him want to fight me that day.
Funny thing though after that day, even though I took a severe ass-whipping, everyone seemed to have more respect. At least I strapped the ****** on.
He got drafted, and was killed in Vietnam in 1970. God Rest him.
So I have to go, or Im a puss. I showed up, early, and got ready. The guy comes walking in, the fight is on and for a while he cant land a punch, but eventually the tide turned, and he caught me with a solid right, knocked out three of my teeth, and sliced my right eye pretty good. The guy was only about 5' 8", but fast, and wiry. It went on a while till I couldnt see him due to the blood, so others stepped in and stopped it. Glad they did, I was on empty anyway.
The guy actually turned out to be not such an ass hole after all , but never did tell me what made him want to fight me that day.
Funny thing though after that day, even though I took a severe ass-whipping, everyone seemed to have more respect. At least I strapped the ****** on.
He got drafted, and was killed in Vietnam in 1970. God Rest him.
