(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Describe your first real fight. Im not talking bout a slap fight. Im talking about the first real fight where you fucked that bitch up.

My first fight-

I was 13 and this kid was talking shit and threatening me. He was close to 6'3" and he was 15. I was 5'4" at the time. Me and this kid hated each other to the point killing was an option. One day i met im at the skate park and just looking at him made me mad. He started with his shit again so i dropped my bags and i went up to him and got face to face and said "Say it again". Mind you this was my first fight so i was nervous. He started to say the shit again and right before he finished i threw a left hook and drilled him and then picked him up, slammed him on his head and started doing the windmill ( Look this up if you dont know what it is) One of his buddy's grabbed me and pulled me off him. I was hype and wanted to keep going but i saw his face was bleeding and it made me so happy i just walked away. Till that day, i have not heard anything from the kid

It was my real fight. Thx to me all blacks can live free.

Well ok, thanks for sharing haha.

I'm not usually an aggressive person, but I've slapped the stupid out of a mother for belting her child in public. That's about the only thing that'll get me going enough to put someone on their butt.

Damn I Was Scared As Hell On MY First Flight

My first fight was when I was in second grade and my dad demonstrated how the Greenpeace Amazon rainforest campaign was a hoax. So I went into school the next day and grudgingly instead of answering a few questions, my dad made me write a report which I then demonstrated for the class how the emotional crock we had been told was a complete lie and had it been true the Amazon rainforest would have been completely cut down in just a hair under eight months (while deforestation had been going on for over three decades). It was not only my first time having to learn about "arguments" but it was also the most humiliating and embarrassing thing in my young life. Needless to say, I never asked my dad for help with my homework again.

I probably also caused some hostility, although no fights ever came of it, because our teacher was so moved by my dad's campaign against bullshit that we had to then research what the actual statistics were and come up with a conclusive answer. It was one hell of a project for second-graders who just wanted to get to recess so we could hit each other with sticks.

WHAT.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddd here we go with all the "I'm a bad ass" stories....

Nobodies really going to tell their true stories. OP has clearly made up a nice little story that he can come home and tell his kids about in the future. :p

Another fight I was in regarded a customer. At the time, I was working at FedEx Office (formerly and commonly known as Kinkos) and he brought in several, several, several books that he wanted copied, he also wanted us to price match Wal-Mart prices on new binders despite that our binders were about 5x stronger and a better brand that wouldn't fall apart with a weight capacity over 4 pounds. So we told him that we couldn't do the price match, but we could offer him a discount for such a bulk purchase (25+) and he seemed satisfied with that. We told him the project would take about two months because, well, that's a lot of stuff to do and we aren't legally able to make copies of any legal documents so we had to individually make markers for each page in the book that had to be referenced to the original document.

So he came in that weekend, only three days later, and asked if they were ready. They obviously weren't. We had finished a grand total of four at that point and he got very upset because they weren't done (despite that we had told him it would take about two months). Having to calmly explain to him that we aren't able to perform miracles, he asked if he could split the project between different offices around town and of course we told him yes, if it would help him meet his deadline. So, he did that, and later in the day we get a call from one of the other locations asking if we gave a green light on price matching for such a bulk quantity and I just felt so annoyed with this customer at that point I told them no and I told them, "Don't offer a discount either, he's been railing us about the same shit."

Later that day he came by to pick up what had been completed, paid for it (after much arguing over our prices which he agreed to in the first place) and took the work somewhere else.

If these stories are about supposed to fake stories about physical confrontation, I don't actually have any stories like that. I can make one up though, if anyone wants to read it.