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Plus, I'm a dirty fighter (crotch, eyes, ears, throat, knees;it's all good. Rebar? Shovel? Beer bottle? Eight inch work knife? Ditto.)
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He who fights dirtiest wins.
Been in a few tussles myself, but nothing serious. Once in Jr. High one of the schools numerous and varied examples of Junior White Trash decided to go through my locker, so I brained him with my baseball glove. The glove had a baseball in it. We went at it for about two minutes before we got broken up, lots of bruises but no blood or anything broken. That came later.
The next year I got into a few scrapes, but nothing like that first little dance.
Sophmore year of high-school I had a classmate who thought he was Adam Sandler, even kinda looked like him. Dumb as dirt, but tried to be the "class clown", usually by insulting or sexually molesting people. In my case, he came up to me while I was changing for Phys. Ed and dangled his cock and balls in my face. Well, I wore a belt back then that didn't have a buckle, just two big brass rings that you laced the leather through. Alltogether it weighed about half a pound, maybe more. I just wrapped the belt around my hand and left six inches or so swinging loose, and then whipped those two brass rings right into this kids' balls. I have never heard a sound like that, before or since, but this kid quit his little "prison yard" games after that, at least with me.
Junior year the same kid who'd gone through my locker back in 6th Grade decided he wanted a rematch. By this point I'd been wrestling for 4 years and had lost all patience with his sort of chest-thumping stupidity; when he tried to "body check" me and do the "What? What?" Cartman Dance, I put him in a standing wrestling hold called the "Barnyard" and threw him over my midsection and onto the concrete floor: we landed together with my shoulder in the center of his chest. I don't know for sure if I broke anything clean, but something went -pop- when we hit, and he damned sure wasn't breathing right for a few minutes.
Those were the last fights I was ever in, and hopefully it'll stay that way. I had a slight scare with a couple of dipshit Czech skinheads while living in Prague, but they backed off when it became obvious that I wasn't food.