You sound like this guy that used to bounce at a local bar near the college I went to.

This place had one of those punching bag machines that you swung at and a swinging needle rated how hard you hit the bag.

Regulars there could make money off this little 140# bouncer, cause you'd always end up with a crowd of half-drunk corn-fed rednecks or frat boys just a swingin' at this machine. These guys would sometimes even take a running start or a crow-hop at this thing and they'd get it to rotate a little past halfway on the dial and think they were king ****. Once they all figured out who could swing the needle the most, it was usually one of the biggest guys in the bunch.

That was when someone would bet that guy $20 -whatever that the little guy on the door (Most people though he was just checking ID's and not a bouncer - he really was unassuming) could hit the bag harder than him. That bet was almost always taken. Usually there were side bets with the whole "posse"

The bouncer guy would walk up to the bag, stick his arm out to get the range, and stand almost flat footed - not even a real boxing/fighting stance. He'd draw back and strike the bag with a straight un-exaggerated punch so fast you barely knew it happened, and that needle would bury itself all the way around.

No one ever complained they were getting cheated or it was fixed or they could still take him in a "real" fight cause a) he was a bouncer, and b) Even with your pride hurt - you knew how hard you hit that bag, and knew this guy hit it that much harder.

 

Haha. We have those everywhere out here. I literally beat my 215lb friends score 9/10 times. He gets so pissed...I even show him what he's doing wrong! Again, remember, the most power is 1/2 way through the punch...not the follow through...and definately a no-no for the running start lol.

Scrappy and correct form > bulk any day of the week

 

Guy I hung with back when I was 20s. His name was Scott but preferred "Kane". Got into more fights because of him than any reason, including being a Black kid growing up in Texas in the 80s.

Most memorable was after clubbing one night. We had picked up 2 girls and went to a hotel. But the girls were so drunk they passed out. So we went and crashed a party going on in another room. Everything was cool there. I was talking to a couple girls when I see a lamp fly by. I groan and say to the girls "I know where that's headed". Sure enough, it busts Scott on the head cutting him open pretty bad. 5 guys rush him, bust him thru the door and they all start rumbling on the 2nd floor walkway.

5 on 1 aren't fair odds so I go out and start pulling guys off, getting it down to 2 on 1. The last guy I had to throw over the railing (only 1 story so no damage). I tell the other 3 to let them settle it or I have to get involved again. Scott and the other guy continue to fight. I'm watching the rest of the crowd till I hear glass breaking. Scott now has a fire axe and a crazed lumberjack look. Everyone starts to vanish while Scott looks for anything resembling wood. Eventually we hear sirens and decide to scatter.

Scott's head is gonna need stitches so I start driving to the hospital. And the memorable part...
Scott: Dude, why is it whenever we get in a fight you come out without a scratch and I'm bleeding everywhere?
Me: You bleed enough for the both of us and everyone always underestimates the skinny dude

Being a Black kid growing up in Texas in the 80s, you learn to either fight or run. I learned both

 

ive been in 1 fight my entire life. got lucky and threw a haymaker that landed and drop the guy. someone that had 60lbs on me and was atleast 6 inches taller. i felt like the worst person in the world bc i hate fighting and conflict. i dnt mind if its sanctioned or legit. but the bar fights over "that douchebag bumped into me" is just immature. ive been sucker punched before and was around a few of my military friends so they took care of it but id rather just walk away.

only way i honestly justify fighting is to defend your family, yourself, or personal property.

 

That's the thing about friends that drag you in fights: they're usually as close as family

 

exactly, just trying to make sure they dont get a broken jaw. a full on sucker punch can do alot of damage. im just glad he missed.

ive only been in one fight caused by me myself and i. And it was like more like 3 kids tried to jump me which = not cool.

 

I grew up the only white kid in a neighborhood of Mexicans. It was all great until I hit about 10 years old. I was friends with all the kids I ended up in fights with until they realized I was a gringo. Then I ended up in enough fights that I almost started to enjoy them. I will not say that I even won more fights than lost. But, I made damn sure that I was not the only one leaving bleeding and bruised. Ended up pretty scrappy as the result.

When I moved I stopped getting into fights. I never like to start a fight. I find that I am really good at talking things into peace. One of the few times I have been in a fight in my adult life was with two drunk ******** that started a fight over one of those damned punching bag machines in a bar in Tempe AZ. I am starting to wonder how many of these machines start fights? I was with two ladies and another friend at the time who happened to be using the pisser at the greatest time ever.

Well, these two guys had been throwing their money into this machine and arguing over how to punch a toy for a good 20 minutes. I was already in alert mode because they were escalating into a fight and their tones were getting louder and losing all logic. We happened to be sitting at the table right next to the machine and between us and the machine was a door to a side exit to the bar. One of the jackholes said something I couldn't quite make out to the guy at the machine. The guy at the machine decides to throw your standard American right handed haymaker at the observer at the time that was holding his drink. He missed being drunk and then the guy he tried to hit attempted to throw his screwdriver (the drink) at the guy attacking him. He misses too and hits the table and the girl I am with at the time with the glass. Other than a mess and broken glass, she was fine.

I jumped up, and wanting to eliminate the problem I came up to the left side of the guy that initiated the attack, stuck my right foot behind his left, grabbed him by his face and shoved him right out the door towards the bouncer that was outside flirting with some bimbo.
Then the drunk ******* that threw the drink decides the drunk guy I tossed on his *** was his friend and punches me in the back of my left shoulder probably aiming for the back of my head. Landed a pretty fair punch to spite the poor aim.
I turned, pulled back my right hand like I was going to make another standard haymaker and jabbed him with a quick left right square into his nose. I didn't get a chance for more before the bouncer that was finally awake grabbed me and threw me out of the bar as well. Then proceeded to say they had called the cops over and my *** was in trouble. I stayed and waited with my friends. There were enough witnesses there to save me that night, and I was happy I was the designated driver. The Tempe Police handled it well and the two drunk guys went off in the Tempe Police van while I talked with the police and was nice enough not to press charges. I'm pretty sure I broke that poor drunk guys nose because he was one bloody snotty mess. Paramedics had to stop the bleeding before they put him in the van. That was a long crappy night, but now I look back and laugh. At the time I was sure I was going to jail that night.

 

no i said defend. not "i got your back homie" if a friend of mine gets in a fight, one on one, i stay out n let him battle his own damn battle. 3 on 1 n ill look at even up the odds. but defend as in you have been attacked in a threatening manner and you cant get away.

i just dnt like fighting as im a passive person.

 

Sometimes I wish men were still men when it came to a fight. Back in the day where you were way outa line you got your a** handed to you and no one said a thing. Now there are lawyers and courts to keep people safe from running their mouth. It's a shame that the law protects the people out of line so well that there is no accountability.

 

couldnt agree more. every time some overpriveleged child gets upset or gets the short end of the stick in a given situation they start suing people left and right. I miss the days where if you act out of line and you get put in your place that was that. Some people just need a good assbeating to realize theyre acting like douchebags. Of course there are always exceptions though. Severe damage or uncalled for injuries are never good and should be dealt with accordingly but im sure weve all been around plenty of people that we wish we could just beat up and teach them a lesson but we know theyll retaliate with lawyers and lawsuits because thats all they know.