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There was a kid in the 9th grade that teased me mercilessly in our "physical fitness" class (where you play didgeball and run/walk around the track). It was him and his two friends who always flanked him like he was the master cock and they were his testicles- the fact that he was tall and they were both short did not help dissuade using such a visual analogy.
At any rate, one day he up and decided he'd throw a tennis ball at the back of my head. To that point, it was all verbal intimidation and being right in my face, maybe some shoving, but never anything physical like that.
So I turned around and walked up to him and told him if he didn't immediately leave me alone, I was going to flip out and beat the living shit out of him. I told him if he swung on me, he'd better knock my ass out on the first hit. Well, he did swing and connect, right on my chest, but I only staggered a bit, I didn't fall. I then punched him in the face and he hit the ground like a sack of manure. He tried to swing at me from the ground, so I punched him several times all over his stomach and chest. I look up to see his two "friends" just standing there, all wide-eyed.
It's one of only two fights i've ever been in, both massively provoked by the other person.
Moral of the story: That kid was a bully to a lot of people, not just me. He stopped being a bully to ANYONE after that day. Perfect? No. But it was a life lesson he needed to learn.
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