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from 9 to 20 or so, I fought a *lot*. And what I realized was, most kids wanted to look cool, because nobody respected you if you won a fight by kicking or wrestling. You had to win by boxing, or you were a bitch.
Well... I would rather just win. Plus, I wasn't great at boxing. So I learned that all I had to do after winning a fight, was beat up the first kid trying to clown because I won the fight with a chokehold.
And for a few long stretches, I was getting jumped left and right. So for a while, I did a lot better in 3-on-1, 4-on-1 situations. I held my own pretty well after the first few, only getting my ass handed to me occasionally, and won some of them outright. Emphasis on some, lol.
Not because I was such a badass- I wasn't- but because it happened A LOT, so I just developed a sense of how to handle it well. People are sloppy as fuck when they have a numbers advantage, and there's just basic things you can do in terms of movement to use that shit against them. I'm not sure how to explain it. But not getting knocked down was always the primary goal, and singling one out for a serious eye injury came second.
Last time I got jumped I was around 19 and straight up housed three ese's.... before I got all cocky on some "YEAH MOTEHRFUCKER, WHAT NOW?" after I dropped their big homie.... and the fourth one, little bitch he was, hit me on the back of the head with a cement block. I got stabbed in the arm during that one. Fortunately some old lady came out her house and broke it up after that.
I have zero illusions that I'd be able to do that today. But again, that was most mostly a byproduct of getting jumped so often and developing that innate sense of do's and don'ts.
I was never all that good at boxing, so I'd eat too many punches trying to stand up with anyone decent. And since I was a big wwf fan as a kid, grappling was my go-to. nothing special, but choking someone was always something I tried to do early, but beyond that it was simple rock bottom/spine buster/body slam type shit. I don't know how it looked, but it worked often enough.
That shit backfired if someone was too strong though. When I was 13, I tried to wrestle one kid who was strong as fuck and got nowhere. That shit ended with him hitting me in the eye with a full can of soda. My left eye still can't move upward.
In my teens I added a lot of elbows, forearms knees, would scratch an eye, hook a nostril, try to squeeze an adams apple, etc. Again, not because I was just such a badass, but because I took about a month of Wing Chun and my Sifu's standing order was, always try to avoid a fight, but if you can't avoid it, just try to end that shit ASAP. So I took that to heart.
I'm old, out of shape, with a collection of injuries, and so far out of that existence, I doubt I'd have much success today. But I think that general mentality would still translate if I had to.
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