My brother and I attended blue-collar schools where
everybody got in a fight at one point in time.
The great majority got into fights
several times. Serious fights where bones were broken (like
The Outsiders final gang fight scene).
You either fought and got your ass kicked to be left alone or continue the misery of being bullied as other kids/would-be contenders would see you as
soffft.
In my case, my brother and I were always the taller guys in the class and it was always the littler guys who would start shit.
I was the peace-loving "couldn't hurt a fly" kid so verbal abuse would happen, which led to braver "testing" of pushing by the bully. I walked away, which was a mistake. Soon, other smaller kids started seeing me as pillow soft. Sadly, my 1 yr. younger brother was also taken as soft, b/c I was soft. The verbal/mental abuse at the beginning was getting annoying and we often talked about setting examples and being at each other's fights for backup. But we didn't want to follow though.
...Until one feared "super bully" (a small kid who was kicking many people's ass) and his posse in class started verbally abusing my brother -- for weeks. My brother, unafraid, was biding his time waiting for his fight meter to go off. One day, in class the bully went at him again with more
serious threats. My 15 yr. old 6'5" brother fight meter popped when the superbully took
brass knuckles from his friend. My brother had enough. He reached over behind him with his long arm, grabbed him by the neck, threw him in front of the chalkboard and proceeded to ground and pound the living shit out of him. It eventually took 2 adult male teachers to separate him from the kid as one male teacher wasn't enough (the other teacher was the meathead HS football coach). The kid's head was blood red with concussion. My brother almost broke his hand on his skull from the relentless 5 minute pounding (my brother has no "OFF" button...he would have killed him). From then on my brother was left alone, not to be fucked with even by the strongest jock.
I learned from my brother's example so when a smaller relentless bully "tested" me by finally taking a shove at me, I didn't wait and threw the first punch. There must have been 20-30 other HS street punks surrounding us. I landed about 15 hard jabs with no hits to my face, before the police showed up. RESULT: I broke the kid's face in half. Gushing blood
everywhere. Ripped mouth, loose/lost teeth(?). Broken nose possibly. It was an epic clown stomp. The only damage I had was cut knuckles from his teeth hitting my fist. The kid couldn't even look at me in the face after that fight.
The smaller bullies in HS finally reached a conclusion that maybe it's not a good idea to fuck with "gentle giant" kids that have a height/strength/weight/reach advantage.....especially fit brothers who wrestled and punched-trained each other for good fun
every day at home.
After our fights and suspensions, our parents branded us as thugs, and to this very day, can't fucking understand the concept that you either fought or be
relentlessly bullied the rest of your school career.....Whatever.
My genes
guarantee my kids to be even bigger than me...AND they'll be trained in MMA, just in case. Let the symbolic clown stomping examples begin if kids decide to go after them.
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