Street fights are a reality for many people, whether it’s due to self-defense, drinking, or other reasons. In this collection of stories, people who have been involved in street fights share what really went down.
From adrenaline-fueled brawls to unexpected attacks, these tales of real-life violence will give you a glimpse into a world that many of us hope to never experience. But they’re also a reminder of the importance of staying safe and avoiding confrontation.
So sit back, and hear from those who have been in the thick of it. Maybe their experiences will teach you something about self-defense or how to stay out of harm’s way.
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Dinner And A Show
“I was at this great pizza-by-the-slice place at 2 AM with some of my friends in San Francisco, when I started noticing some rustling and bustling behind me in line. A couple of Asian teenagers, part of a group of about 10, were arguing.
‘Why didya bump into me?!’
‘Hey, I’m just trying to get my pizza!’
‘Well then why didya bump into me, you want to take this outside!’
As the group continued to escalate the situation, it became apparent that the group of 10 was really 2 competing groups of 5. Many people in the store started getting nervous and the manager of the pizza place made a move to kick all the troublemakers out. He went to go lock the door and protect his customers, but having just gotten my pizza, I stopped him so that I could go outside and watch what was about to become a pretty sweet karate brawl. There was no way I was going to miss this kind of entertainment.
Drunk, with a great slice of pizza, I stood in the street watching the two groups taunt each other with colorful language not typical of their ethnicity. Though only teenagers, these guys looked like they were going to throw down some serious martial arts sh*t.
What happened next proved to be the greatest display of cowardice and gracelessness I think I will ever see. The groups took turns flailing uncoordinated slaps and retreating, moving back and forth on the sidewalk like a crab without direction. At its climax, the groups did eventually collide, filling the air with the sound of a thousand little slaps. Several of the participants ripped off their shirts to further demonstrate the brevity of the situation. It must have been dry weather because there is no other explanation as to why one guy’s nose started to bleed.
Somehow, in all of this, one of the groups had sufficiently demonstrated their authority, and as the losers scattered down the street the shirtless alpha male of the dominant gang screamed, ‘That’s right weenies!'”
They Got Very Lucky
“I’m at a local country bar (I hate country) with my younger brother and his loser friends and, out of the blue, I notice a guy wandering around wearing my younger brother’s jacket. I pull my brother over, and he does a double take, then tears off to the coat check to see if his coat is still there. It isn’t, so he strides right through the dance floor scattering people left and right, and rams the guy up over a railing bordering the dance floor and onto his back on the floor.
They’re screaming away, but I can’t hear sh*t, and in a few minutes, the bouncers have everyone out in the street, his friends, our friends, etc.
My little brother proceeds to tear the kid apart, wrecking his own jacket in the process, and he doesn’t even bother to strip it off the guy as we leave because of how mangled it is. He just empties the pockets and mouths off at the guy, who’s cradling his head after the thumping.
We get about halfway through the club’s parking lot when three really fit guys hop out of the club. They know the guy on the ground and are out for blood. My little brother is tough, but these guys really look like they can handle themselves, so I’m a little leery. We have another big guy with us, but once he realizes there might actually be a real fight, he hops in his car and bolts out of there, leaving us with three people. I’m not big, and neither is the other guy, so it looks to be my brother doing most of the work.
They come over and my brother initially mouths off, like he always does, but doesn’t even get a couple of words out when, like a bolt of lightning, one of the guys whistles a kick past little brother’s nose. Instantly the tone changes and little bro is all about being Mr. Cool and talking all of this down. He’s got the hand gestures going, and the buddy talk going, but he’s really not getting anywhere and they start to close around us.
The other little guy, though, totally loses it and out of the blue, starts sprinting across the parking lot, headed towards a sports field that divides the parking lot from a local school. He is screaming the whole way like death is hard on his heels. He tries to leap the low railing bordering the field but hooks a toe and wipes out face-first into the muddy ground. Undeterred, he vaults back up and sprints to the school, where he runs from door to door, wrenching at them to see if they’ll open.
The rest of us are silent, standing there watching him come unglued. After a few seconds of his meltdown, we all start to chuckle and then laugh. The fast guy turns and says, ‘What did [guy who stole the coat] do?’
‘He stole his coat from the coat check.’ I point to my brother.
‘Well, guess he had it coming. Thanks for the show.’
And they walked away.”
“I was in a fraternity during my college days. It was a Friday night around 11 or 12 and there were about 6 of us sitting out on our front porch talking/drinking. There was a large party a few houses down at one of the other fraternities. The house that threw the party generally doesn’t have the best reputation, and fights usually ensue. Tonight was no different.
My roommate was walking back from the party with 3 female friends of his. He decided to leave because there were 4 a*sholes bothering him and the 3 girls he was at the party with. So he leaves with the girls, walks back to our fraternity house, and the 4 guys follow him. All while making a*shole remarks to the girls.
He gets to our house and those of us on the porch instantly see the do*chebags he has been dealing with. About 4 of us step up to the guys and tell them to basically go play hide and go f*ck themselves in the dark. They didn’t like that.
About 5 minutes later a full-on brawl starts. I believe it was 5 of us verse 4 of them. In their defense, they were all pretty big guys so I’d say it was a pretty even fight.
There is a 3-lane 1-way street in front of our fraternity house, and we all threw down right in the middle of it for a good 15 minutes. One of my fraternity bros grabbed a dude by his shirt collar and punched him so hard, he punched the guy out of his shirt and nearly broke his hand.
I managed to get in a few good shots here and there, including popping someone in the nose and a good knee to the face.
By the time we finished, both sides were f*cked up pretty badly. My roommate got sucker punched and someone else got hit with a mickeys 40oz’er. The street was full of cars (because we were blocking the street) that went back a good 2 city blocks.
The cops ended up showing up and we tried to press charges but the a*sholes ran off into the night.
I got away with only some light bruising and a scrape on my cheek. My roommate that got sucker punched however had to go to the hospital as they cracked his cheekbone.”
That Kid Learned A Valuable Lesson
“I am not sure if this counts as a street fight but it did occur on asphalt. When I was in 4th grade I was playing basketball during recess with my other 4th grade friends. At my school, there was this stupid beef between 4th and 5th graders over the basketball court. Anyhow, we were there first and then the 5th graders came over and told us we had to get off because they wanted to play. We said no and continued to play.
When I turned my back this kid named Caleb threw a basketball at my head. I just stood there for a second and got really angry not knowing what to do about it. Then he said, ‘What are you gonna do about it *blank*?’
That really set me off. I had a soft spot for people calling me *blank* when I was young because I did ballet and people made fun of me for that all the time. So, I got really angry turned around, and charged at him. I tackled him and flipped him over. I then took his face while I was straddling him and ground it into the asphalt. I was only 10 years old but I was pretty strong for my age so I bloodied his nose and scrapped his face up pretty good.
When the playground attendant finally came over the fight had stopped after my friends pulled me off of him. The best part is I didn’t get into any trouble and he did because I was all red in the face and crying. Whenever I got angry when I was young I would always cry hysterically like a maniac and get red in the face. He was a good 4 inches taller than me, but in elementary school that doesn’t matter much. He never said a word to me or bothered me after that.”
Bruh Tried To Deputize Himself
“I was at a Walmart, I refused to show my receipt because I had my hands full and was in a hurry. The old man working the front door inside yelled for me to stop.
Some entitled redneck dude called me a motherf*cker and tried to grab me and get me off my feet (he failed), he made me drop my bags (nothing broke) and almost pulled down my pants. I slammed him pretty hard onto the concrete in front of his wife and kids. The cops and EMS were called. Despite lies from the guy’s family that I attacked him, several people saw what happened and I was let go with the option of pressing charges for assault, which I didn’t. It was satisfying enough to slam that loudmouth a*shole to the pavement to the gasps of all who witnessed.
Do people think they can just grab someone without consequences? He’s lucky, I could have really hurt that guy if I had felt like it.”
If You Jump, You Have To Expect To Be Jumped
“I was walking by myself, bumped into a guy and his 3 friends. One of his friends sucker punched me, I grabbed him by the collar and punched him til he stopped struggling while his friends pretty much ruined my face. They ran when they heard the cops, I doubled back and found my friends, and we snuck up on the guys while they were high-fiving each other in the next street and proceeded to beat the living crap out of them until they started crying and begging us to stop. There were about 9 of us but I didn’t feel bad because they outnumbered me when they jumped me. Cops finally came, and when they found out what happened they told me good job then told me to f*ck off, threatened those 4 shmucks with an attempted murder charge, and told them to f*ck off.
It was an interesting night but to this day, I regret not following them after the police left to beat them more. I was pretty messed up, and they attacked me for pretty much no reason. Bunch of spoiled rich frat boys who were taking everything as a joke pretty much.”