H2H FIGHTING: Lessons Learned From an Ass Kicking

Beat-Up
Beat-Up

So there I was balled up on the ground bleeding like a stuck pig and getting repeatedly kicked in the head. The last thing I remember thinking before getting knocked out was “how the fuck did this little guy kick my ass? - I didn't even get a single punch in, how embarrassing”

A little while later, I woke up in my buddy’s car on the way to the hospital feeling like I was hit by a rhino. I had a tooth knocked out, 2 cracked ribs, broken nose and a gash above my eye that has left a scar to this day.

Even better was the fact I didn’t have health insurance at the time, so I spent the next 8 months hustling EP jobs to pay off 7 grand in medical bills. I also looked so bad the following two weeks that kids would point at me like I was some sort of sideshow freak.

So how the hell did I - a highly experienced H2H fighter and trained PSD Agent who had been in tons of fights get pounded on by a dude that was half my size?

I-Underestimated-My-Opponent
I-Underestimated-My-Opponent

This happened when I was in my mid 20’s, like many younger guys that work in “tough guy” jobs I had an inflated perception of myself. To put it simply: I was an arrogant fucker with a chip on his shoulder who never even considered that someone else could possibly kick my ass.

The guy who laid this massive ass-whooping on me was about 5’5” and weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. So in my mind I had already whooped this guy’s ass and went back to drinking, it never once crossed my mind that he would have a snowball’s chance in hell beating me 1-on-1 H2H.

It turned out that he was a boxer with a few pro bouts under his belt and a hook that could snap a telephone pole in half. Basically he was a highly trained fighter that fought professionally to put food on the table – and I never considered him a threat until I was bleeding.

Lesson Learned:

No matter how physically small someone is or how experienced a fighter you are, never underestimate a [presumably] weaker/smaller opponent. Always go into a fight with the mindset that your opponent has equal or superior H2H skills.

I have seen tons of guys get their ass beat by smaller opponents, the look of shock on their face as they ball up on the floor is always humorous to me because, I imagine that I must’ve had that same look on my face.

Underestimating an opponent is one of the main culprits of defeat both in H2H and War. Don’t let your ego get your ass kicked.

I-Ignored-Obvious-Warning-Signs-He-Was-a-Trained-Fighter
I-Ignored-Obvious-Warning-Signs-He-Was-a-Trained-Fighter

When we squared up he went into a classic boxing stance and started to lightly bounce back and forth from his front and rear leg. That right there should have set off the alarm bells in my head.

But due to my ‘No one can kick my ass” attitude I completely brushed aside this blinding warning light and rushed right into a jab square in my nose that basically ended the fight right off the bat.

Lesson Learned:

If you have had any sort of formal H2H training then you can spot a trained fighter by the way he walks, stands and squares-up. Now if you have already learned lesson #1 then you should already have the mindset that you may be facing a superior opponent at this point anyway.

So when you see a guy go from “drinking a beer” to “standing in a perfect Boxing/MMA stance then alarm bells should be going off in your head like a mother-fucker.

I-Fought-While-Impaired
I-Fought-While-Impaired

Yep, you guessed it, I was drunk at the time – actually I was on one of my famous 3 day benders. Even if my mind and motor skills were not muddied by the booze and lack of sleep, I would have probably still gotten my ass beat because he was the superior fighter regardless of my drunkenness.

But if I was thinking clearly I would either have just walked away from the fight altogether or seen the warning signs that he was a trained fighter and just cracked a chair over his head.

Lesson Learned:

Don’t get in a fight when you are drunk off your ass, you may get lucky, like I have many times, and win most of your drunken brawls but sooner or later you will end up in the hospital on in jail.

And if you were like I was [I was an angry drunk in my 20’s] then drink at home. I have been in way more fights when I have been drinking than I care to admit to; eventually I realized that “James G. + Drinking in Public” is a bad mix; so these days if I decide to go on a bender I stay at home.

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teeth

If you have to fight someone than for fucks sake do not underestimate your opponent just because he is 5’3” and 100 pounds and you are some kind of “tough guy”. Pay attention to your opponent in the crucial few seconds before fists start flying, if you see telltale signs that he is a trained fighter then pick up a chair or be prepared to take a few in the face. And if you can’t go out drinking without acting like an ass-hole with a chip on your shoulder then invest in a home bar.

Here is a bonus lesson:

Ya-Cant-Win-Them-All
Ya-Cant-Win-Them-All

Yep, if you fight enough [or even rarely] sooner or later you will get your ass stomped. This is as guaranteed as Death and taxes. So just accept it, make sure your health insurance is paid up and chalk it up to a great learning experience. And hey - the ladies like scars.

Out…

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~James G Founder - Editor in Chief

James G is a Veteran Civilian Contractor who has worked in the Middle East and Southeast Asia for way too long; he has traveled to over 50 countries chasing fortune and glory. He spends his off time in Indonesia and Virginia getting drunk, shooting guns, writing poorly written articles and stocking up his home bar. James G. on FACEBOOK