12. Don’t Mess With The Pizza
Two guys at a bar (one sitting next to me and the other across) started messing with me for no apparent reason. They were clearly plastered. And the fact that I ordered the bar pizza is a testament to the fact that I was nearing that point too.
When the waitress comes by and drops my pizza off, the guy across from me is basically challenging me to "walk outside". At that moment, the sad excuse of an idiot next to me makes a grab at my pizza.
Through some amazing drunken luck, I see this out of the corner of my eye, launch my arm out and backslap out of this guy's arm. They must have imagined I knew martial arts because they didn't say a word after this and got up to leave. Don't mess with my pizza.
13. Show You Something? Okay Then
I remember during the first week as a freshman in high school (All-Boys Catholic, just to set a visual for you guys), I was waiting outside with the other students to get picked up by their parents. As cars were lining up, one of my classmates came up to me. As usual, because of my Asian descent, I was asked some questions.
Classmate: "Where are you from?"
Me: "I was born in the US, but my parents are from the Philippines".
Classmate: "Do you know martial arts?"
Me: "Yeah I dabbled in Karate and Arnis."
From experience, when you answer the 2nd question with a YES of some sort, you either have one of two responses: One with intrigue and interest, and the other with obnoxious smugness. He responded with the 2nd response.
Classmate: "Ok, why don't you show me something?"
Me: "...Um, show you something, like what?"
Classmate: "Like if I did this!"
He grabbed me by the collar with both hands, sort of rough and tight. Just how I like it, actually. I'm about 5'5, and he was about 6'0. I remember looking up at him.
Me: "Oh ok, this"...
In an instant, I slammed my elbows down against his forearms, breaking the lock he had. Then I grabbed his shirt with both hands, turned around, and with a simple motion of the body and hips, I threw him on his back.
As he was looking at the sky, the look of pain on his face and the occasional groaning allowed him to swallow his pride, and stop messing with me. I guess that's what happens when you have the wind knocked out of you, as you land with 20-30 lbs of books on your back.
Me: "So yeah, that's the simple gist of it"...
I walked to the sunset, and I got into my brother’s car, riding away home. Home. That's where the heart is.
14. The Bear
I worked as a backpacking guide in New Mexico and carried a green plastic lightsaber in my pack for giggles. One evening my crew was cooking dinner and a bear started working his way down the ridge by our campsite toward us. I acted on instinct.
I grabbed the lightsaber off my pack, whipped it open, leaped across the creek, and ran screaming after the bear waving the lightsaber like a crazy person. I chased him about 100 yards up the hill, then walked back and acted like nothing happened while my crew looked on in awe.
Felt incredibly tough for days.
15. The Dive
I worked at a huge bar down in Memphis for a while, working my way through school as a bartender. A huge fight breaks out in the middle of the main floor right in front of the stage.
Bottles are being thrown so I know I have to get involved and do something. I hop onto the bar top and do a flying superman dive into the middle of the fight and take out probably eight people. As I am getting up from my less-than-graceful swan dive, a dude grabs my shoulder.
At this point, my adrenaline is pumping on overload and I spin around and lay this huge muscle-bound dude out cold. The adrenaline starts to slow down and my tunnel vision ceases. I look around to see everyone just standing there with a look of "Ohhhh man".
Officers come in and haul off the hooligans and as I walk back to the bar the crowded room just parts for me and made me feel like I was the baddest man on the planet. Plus, the rest of the night, people would order drinks and say, "Woah dude, you handled your business," and then would tip extremely well.
16. Let’s Take It To Court
I was a lowly sergeant standing before my battalion sergeant major. I was being threatened with non-judicial punishment for very nonsensical and untrue reasons. I looked him in the eyes and requested a full court martial. He told me to leave his office and never bothered about that issue again.
17. The Catch
My friend told me to throw a tennis ball at him as hard as I can to prove he could catch anything.
I threw the tennis ball and it broke one of his fingers.
(...and no, he did not catch it)
18. Dylan
A friend of mine named Dylan and I used to hang out a lot in high school since we were on the swim team together. He tended to fit the whole "arrogant jerk" stereotype on the surface but was actually hilarious, super nice, and insanely fun to be around (emphasis on the insane).
He was a couple of years older than me, so during my senior year of high school, he was at some liberal arts college near the coast getting a hippie major in piano performance or something. Well, he got himself kicked out of there because he and his roommate stashed over $1,000 worth of drinks in their fridge and ceiling tiles in the dorm. But that's just the backstory.
So he comes back home, we play CoD all summer and do whatever, and he joins the Navy and starts working out even more constantly than he always used to as a gym rat. So, being the testosteroned-out, crazy guy he was, he naturally bought a motorcycle.
He loved wheelies on that thing more than life (they were almost mutually exclusive), so on the 4th of July while at a friend's house, he decided to do wheelies, at night, on a narrow, hilly residential street. While he's showing off doing that, one of the guys there decides that it would be hilarious to shoot bottle rockets at him.
So he takes the first few hits like a champ but loses his balance just enough when one hits him in the helmet to flip the motorcycle over. He goes flying, headfirst, over the handlebars at no less than 15 mph. Crazy, right? Wrong.
He goes straight up ninja, somersaults, and lands on his feet, unscathed, while the motorcycle is completely totaled. Since his lease expired a little later in the summer, he moved back in with his parents for a few weeks until he was deployed for basic. One week, his parents are gone. Queue an entire week of pretty wild parties.
Well one night, these three idiots don't want to leave when he says leave, while holding a large stick from the garage (most people were out there). One of them says something like "put down the stick and fight [the three of us all at once] like a man".
Well, what does he do? He drops that stick. We came downstairs (his closer friends were upstairs cooking some food since the party was downstairs and winding down), to see him holding the one kid by the hair with his left hand, and messing up the two bigger dudes with his right.
Yeah. They left quickly.
19. Definitely Don’t Mess With This Guy
Someone threatened to sneak into my house and take me out in my sleep. In one swift motion, I picked up a bottle and slammed it down, shattering half of it, pointed it at him, and said, "I guess I'll just have to kill you now, then". I was pretty out of it and have no idea where that came from.
20. David And Goliath: A Modern Rendition
I got into a fight with this bigger kid. We slugged it out for a bit but finally, I got him in a headlock. Suddenly he whips out a pair of scissors. I tried to push him away but he lunged at me and I managed to lift my arm in front of my neck and he impaled my upper arm.
I remember feeling such rage that he would do something like that. I grabbed two bricks from a nearby pile and screamed that I would destroy him.
My cousin who was in a pub nearby still tells me how he saw this big kid come running past the pub and crawling under a truck. Then moments later I emerged from the alley clutching two bricks, rage in my eyes, with scissors sticking out from my arm. I got free scissors, and that guy still avoids me.
21. The Judo Master
I am a lady, a little lady, and I enrolled in a Judo class last year. I was never very good at sports and at this time, I was not used to muscle soreness and was not very coordinated. But I stuck with it and moved up into the advanced class.
My least favorite thing is randori or sparring. It gets very intense. At the time I was 115lb and the next lightest class member was probably 190lb. While judo is a lovely sport and martial art that uses geometry and physics to counter the opponent as opposed to just brute muscle strength, that muscle still helps.
Also, it takes me a little longer to understand throws because it's harder for me to translate what I see into what I do. I know I'm not the best, I would joke and laugh whenever I did something wrong instead of getting angry or frustrated. But unfortunately, I was treated differently by my classmates (not my instructor, awesome dude).
I’d get a lot of eye rolls if I made a mistake, even if others made the same mistake. It got on my nerves, but my instructor assured me that I was doing fine and was on the same page with everyone. Since I had to rely on physics and balance, I had to do combinations exactly correctly while others could just lift and throw using muscle.
So, one day we end class with randori, and I have to participate. Fine, it's the only way I'll get better, I thought. I'm paired up with a guy who is at least 80 lbs heavier (I mention this for a visual later). We're sparring and I keep trying to do a throw that we had learned that day.
So I am trying and just not getting it. I'm trying to keep a smile on my face so I don't appear frustrated or angry, and this guy decides to start a sentence with the phrase, "You know what your problem is?"
"You know what your problem is?" Oh absolutely not! Now, if he would have said, "Here, what if you did this"... or "May I make a suggestion?" I wouldn't be angry, but the phrase, "You know what your problem is?" made something explode inside me.
"Oh no, what is it?" I asked with the angriest brown doe eyes you could imagine. "You can't do it," he said. I hulked out. I threw him three times. After each throw, I put him in a kesa gatame, which is a pin that I am a beast at because I can fan my body weight out well.
The last time I had my bicep and whatever the forearm muscle is called around his neck in a hold, I said, "No, tell me again what my problem is". Totes weird. But didn't hear anyone talking to me like that again.
22. Here’s What Jealousy Gets You
I was with a bunch of guy friends at a bar drinking. For some reason, this girl was not happy with me, I wouldn't even be able to tell you why. I'm sure it's because I was female too, and you shouldn't step to someone's gender like that.
Anyway, I'm pretty non-confrontational. But after about 45 minutes of her yelling at me every time she sees me walk around a corner, I start getting fed up. I was a little tipsy, mind you, but then she approached me as I was standing in front of a big hallway mirror with multiple friends around.
She walked up to me, put her face close to mine, and said, "Don't turn around, there'll be a skank staring back at you". I looked blankly at her for a second and then all of a sudden WHAM. I felt my arm hook around and my clenched fist hit her right in the side of the head, and she fell down.
Everyone just stood in silence for a minute until she started screaming, at which point I was calmly sipping from the drink that was still in my left hand. She ran away uncontrolled, calling the bouncer over and screaming, "THAT'S HER!"
The bouncer looked at me, noticed I was not tripping over myself, and didn't have tears streaming down my face like she was, turned to her, and said "Get out, now". The whole bar had stopped to watch at this point, and as she was walking out I got an entire bar full of applause.
It was awesome.
23. Not From ‘Round Here
Long story short, my passport got taken and the only way back home was a train from Oakland, California back to Canada. So I was sitting at the train station for like two hours and decided to go for a walk around that part of Oakland (across from where the raiders and A's play) being naive and from Canada, I had no idea what this meant.
It took me less than 10 minutes to realize I made a horrible decision. A car started driving around the block I was walking down (I had a suitcase and a backpack and a large bag it was a long trip). After the third time being circled, I decided to walk back quickly.
That worked well till I had to cross the parking lot, where this car pulled in as well. Now, being from Canada, all of a sudden the thought of all those scary stories of gangs and muggings from the American news got me scared.
The three guys who got out of the car are what we see as the typical hoodlum. The driver steps in front of my walking path cause I've been trying to avoid eye contact. He stops me and goes, "Yo man, you not from here," and laughs, "What you got in there, hey I should check it out".
His two friends are leaning over the car and one pulls a bat out of the car and places it on the roof. This is where my instincts kick in and I lose control of any real thinking.
So I start yelling in the most aggressive way possible, "I got my stuff that's what I got, I'm from Surrey, BC and if you think pulling a bat out means you scare me, you can think twice. You better have something more than that to get at me. I step over crackheads on my way to work every morning and I stabbed a guy for pushing me in a bus line so if you want to start something you better start it".
Now, obviously, I've never hurt anyone and I am from Surrey and I do step over crackheads on the way to work. But I don't know where any of this came from. By all physical appearances, I'm a bit of a dork and I'm gay. So I have no idea where any of this came from but my heart was racing and this is what came out.
So I stood there for a few seconds breathing heavy fists clenched, posed in some stupid-looking come-at-me-bro pose like I was ready to battle a lion. The guy looks at his other friends and then goes "my bad man" then gets back in the car and they leave.
About a minute after they left, I actually had to sit down, my legs would not work I was so scared. So that's how my life almost ended.
24. A Knight Indeed
Five cowardly roaches (who don't deserve to be called "men") tried robbing my mother outside a store in my town one evening. Somehow, they neglected to see me sitting in the car directly in front of them. When I popped up, they all took off, empty-handed, scattering in every direction possible with their tails between their legs.
So I scared off five would-be criminals by doing nothing more than appearing in front of them.
25. Someone Can Hold Their Own
I had a hockey player turn my face into a hamburger. He was wearing a fiberglass cast on his forearm and when he wasn't splitting my face open, the near grazes would still leave me with road rash. I started laughing and yelling, "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?"
About halfway through the beating, he had tears leaking out of his eyes, and I was laughing uncontrollably. He finally gave up and took off after about a dozen total shots. Once the adrenaline wore off, it was pretty painful. My face was shredded from hairline to chin and I had blood on my shirt down to my navel.
Never told the school staff who did it. But no one ever messed with me again after that.
26. If You Look For Trouble, You Find It
I was driving home one day and accidentally cut off a guy because I was trying to avoid a really bad wreck. The guy starts riding me and honking his horn and flipping me off. I decide to cut down a back street to get away from him but he follows me. I take turn after turn trying to lose this guy.
I finally decide to stop and pull over in a residential neighborhood. This guy gets out with a tire iron and starts walking to my car. I stay in the car and he comes up and starts trying to open the door yelling out "get out of the car". I pull out my concealed carry pistol and tell him to get back in his car before I drop him.
He ran and I got a new tire iron. I called the authorities and had to wait for them because I didn't want said idiot to call and say I was the aggressor and was brandishing a weapon.
27. Superpowered Trooper
I caught lead fired from an M4. We were on the range for Guard training, firing the M4. My group wasn't on the line, so we were standing a few meters behind the group firing.
The group firing went from standing to prone position, and in doing so, one of the servicewomen accidentally discharged her M4. The round went through the edge of a sandbag, struck a heavy metal pipe right in front of the firing positions, and ricocheted up in an arc toward our group, having lost most of its velocity.
On instinct, I stuck out my hand to catch it. I didn't even have time to realize what had just happened before it melted a hole in my glove and burned my hand. I love when people ask about the scar, and I get to say, "Oh that's from the time I caught a bullet".
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28. The Dream-Crushing Princess
My favorite tough-guy moment happened in 5th grade. I was a tiny, towhead blonde girl who got picked on a lot. Even though I was at a private school, the kids got really aggressive. (Lots of pent-up privileged rage?)
Anyway, one day in music class, a kid about 40 pounds heavier and a foot and a half taller than me kicks me in the back and I fall on my face. The teacher does nothing. I came home with a bruise from my tailbone to my scapula.
Naturally, my mom wasn't pleased. After she met with the school and they still took no disciplinary action, she gave me permission to exercise any defensive action I saw fit if he ever touched me again.
Fast forward about a week, and I'm on the top of the play structure at recess. The kid comes up to me and starts trash-talking to get me to leave. I try to ignore him and refuse to move. Then he decides to start laughing about how I need someone else to fight for me. Now I'm starting to get mad, but I keep my cool.
Then he decides it's a good idea to bring up my mother and pushes me. Now, this kid wanted to be a marine. I think I crushed that dream...literally.
I grab him by his shirt collar and run him to the edge of the structure, slam him into the metal pole on one side, and throw him headfirst over the edge. He broke his collarbone. Best part? He got suspended for five days. I got nothing. No kid ever messed with me again.
29. Never Take From Lord & Taylor
It was getting late, and the store was about to close (Lord & Taylor). Then a guy walks in—one who doesn't look like he would be buying the type of clothes that are sold there. He immediately starts browsing the dress shirt section. A co-worker and I see him pick up about 10 shirts and proceed to walk into the dressing room with them.
Now you think that a smart thief may hide one, two, maybe three in their pants if they are super ballsy. No. This man decides to stuff ten dress shirts down into his pants making him look like he has similar-sized quads as Ronnie Coleman himself.
At this time, I stop him right away. I say that we know that he is trying to take all of the shirts and ask kindly for him to put them back. This is when things start heating up. The man says that he has HIV, pulls out a syringe, and says that anyone that tries to get in his way is going to get "stuck".
I obviously don't want any part of this so I back up and was going to let him go. Normal protocol is that you are not allowed to touch a "customer" inside the store even if you do know they are taking something. This is when I start to hear clothes dropping to the floor and the sounds of metal hangers rattling.
My co-worker decided that 10 shirts were not leaving the store and he was going to stop this man. Out of the left field, I see a metal bar come slamming into this man with the force of a hundred men. He gets knocked unconscious, authorities are called, the man gets thrown behind bars, and all was made right in the world.
I was not very bold, but my coworker surely was.
30. Rescuing The Bike
I attended an annual college bike tour which consists of everyone (about 500+) riding bikes around a neighborhood and getting tipsy. After about three hours into the event, my friend’s bike gets stolen.
I wasn't around him when it happened but he finally found the guys who did it and covertly took one back. But the other guy who had his bike was about to get up and ride away with it. So he ran over to me and says, "That guy took my bike and he is about to ride off with it".
Without missing a beat, I threw all of my stuff (backpack, glasses, neck koozie, and the red bull I just chugged) and stormed off to confront the guy with rage in my eyes. I'm about 6', 185 lbs and the guy was a 6'1, 200 lbs frat bozo. I'm in a fraternity too, but I pride myself on trying to not act like a jerk.
So I stood in front of the bike, put my hand on the handlebars and the following conversation ensued:
Me: Is this your bike?
Guy: Yeah man.
Me: What brand is it? (He started to look down so I karate-chopped his chest so he couldn't look)
Me: WHAT BRAND IS IT...(no answer)
We stare at each other sizing one another up, silence for what seems to be a minute, I see his fist ball up, so I get in a striking stance ready to deflect and ruin him. A few more silent seconds go by, and the tension level is over 9,000.
His buddy finally comes over: Dude just gets off the bike man it's not worth it.
Me: Get off the bike, you know it's not yours!
Guy:...So if I just get off we don't have to fight.
Me: Yeah just get off the bike, BRO!
So he got off the bike and shook my hand and apologized.
31. Teenage Drama
I was living with a middle-aged woman. Since I am middle-aged as well this was a fairly decent arrangement. Her daughter was living with us as well. 17 years old and absolutely wild.
From what I understand, one of her former boyfriends became upset with her because she had a new boyfriend. He was going to come to my home and hurt her under my roof. He said that if I got in his way, he was going to hurt me as well.
A friend of hers caught wind of what was happening and called her mother. She called me. The boy showed up with an audience. I greeted them just by poking my head out of the door and telling them to get off of my property.
This bozo gets out of the vehicle. I open the door and he can see that I'm packing a 45 in a shoulder rig. I also have an 870 by the door.
I hear a forlorn "Hi, (my name)," from his friend that came along to witness him beating me up. I repeated my demand that the man remove himself from my property and he complied. It could have been the firearms. Then again it could have been the shovel leaning against my truck and the fact that no one would come looking for him if he disappeared that far from town.
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32. Paintball Can Be Wild
I was playing paintball with some dude I’d just met. We were playing a game that required we defend a small plywood village on a hill. Everyone around us was getting picked off for about 30 minutes. Then the whistle was blown by the ref, signaling that our team was allowed to leave the village.
With a nod, we took off in the opposite direction of the attacking team, running down the hill and circling around. Running full speed we rounded the hill. No one saw us coming. Their attention was centered on the plywood village. One by one, we shot EVERY SINGLE member of the other team.
It was the most amazing game of my entire life. A ref saw the whole thing and tossed us two cheap little keychains with the name of the field as a keepsake to remember it by. I still have the keychain.
33. King Of The Hipsters
King o' the hipsters parked in front of my driveway the other day and I yelled out, "Hey. Center of the universe, I have places to be, move your car". As I was closing the door one swore at me. And I couldn’t believe him.
So I walked back out to the edge of my property and said, "just move your car man". The first hipster, who had an ironic mustache, skinny jeans, a 'vintage' shirt, and horn-rimmed glasses yells at me…
Him: "Go back in your house gay boy!"
Me: "So you're inconsiderate AND prejudiced".
This turned him bright red and he came at me until his friend held him back.
His friend chimes in with, "You're better than that!"
Me: "Based on the evidence I have available, I would have to say he is not".
So the hipster turns to his friends and says, "I'm walking home and grabbing my bike, I'm just mad".
Me (grinning): "Fixed gear?"
The hipster gets in my face: "YOU ARE THE MOST IGNORANT PERSON I'VE EVER MET"
Me: "I'm not using insults. Enjoy the ticket" (officers ticketed it before he got back)
Hipster: "IT'S ONLY 25 DOLLARS".
Me: "Unless I'm mistaken, that is about five hours as a Starbucks barista...isn't it?"
He swears at me again.
Me: "This is a gay-friendly neighborhood, sir, I'd appreciate it if you kept your foul language to yourself".
Hipster flips me the bird, I send him a kiss. Not really a "tough guy" but I kept my complete cool the whole time and smiled. It was one of the few times I actually had comebacks that really stung. The best part is that from the looks of both of us, you'd think I'd be the one to use insulting words (I'm a straight white hick).
So I could tell that pointing out his hate to him really rustled his jimmies.
34. She Scared The Thief Away
A guy talked his way into my neighbor's house pretending to be from Comcast and then left once he saw she had several large dogs. The neighbor called Comcast, there was no work order for her house, and she warned us to be on the lookout for a small-bodied black truck and gave us a description of the guy.
Fast forward two days and I look outside to see a guy parked in our cul de sac, in a small black truck, taking photos of our house. There was no reason to take photos of our house, it wasn't for sale or architecturally pleasing in any way, so I decided the guy was casing the house to rob it.
Admittedly, I went a little redneck but I made myself as big as possible, barged out of the house, and charged right at the truck. The look on the guy's face was one of complete surprise as he threw the camera down and gunned the truck out of the neighborhood.
I'm a short female, but I guess charging at the guy with as much aggression as I could muster was tough enough. We never saw him on our street again.
35. Commotion On The Bleachers
I was at a football game during college where the tickets sold were far too many for the space allotted. They also forgot to give the band a section so the band just took a bunch of seats assigned to ticket holders. Because of the overbooking, many people were standing on the benches to be able to see.
Once all the folks in front of us were standing on the bench, we were forced to as well. The frat brothers seated behind us did not like that we were standing on the benches and pushed my friend (who is 6'8") off the bench claiming he was "too tall" to stand on the bench.
Since I was inebriated (and have a very poor self-preservation instinct), I decided to defend my friend by getting into a yelling match with the frat boys. After a few pretty harsh insults and threats, one of the frat boys' mothers (who was sitting with her husband and the frat boy's younger brother) starts yelling at me to leave her son (the one who pushed my friend) alone.
She even had the gall to grab my shoulder to get my attention. At this point, I assume this will end in a fight where my friends and I get kicked by like 30 frat guys, so I decide to take a different tact. I proceed to unleash the vilest string of insults and curse words at this woman for raising such a horrible kid and that her disgusting son is the instigator of this situation.
The look on the father's face was absolutely beautiful. It was a combination of shock that would stand up for myself despite the clear odds against me and the realization that no matter how this ended he would have to deal with his wife after this.
The dad slowly sunk into his seat and tried to blend into the crowd as the mom just got quiet and looked towards her sons to come to her rescue. I finished by telling her to control her kid and let me watch the game in peace. I then turned around to watch the game.
I hear her behind me begin to berate her husband and both her sons as to why they didn't stick up for her. The father just says "let's go" to his family and they all get up and leave (including the frat boy, who was quite whiny about leaving his friends).
My friend further towards the aisle told me later that the younger son was saying to his mom that I was crazy and would have fought all of them. Probably ruined that whole family's trip since they had to deal with a super irritated mom for the rest of it. I am still shocked that the frat did not attack me after.
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36. Anatomy Class Is In
Some kid on my street walked up behind me and put a cutter to my throat. I took his hand and moved it to the other side saying, "The vein is over here and you better be quick or I'm going to shove that blade up your rear".
He ran off and the other kids thought I was really tough. I just thought the other kid was messing around. Turned out he wasn't and he ended up behind bars.
37. If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Confuse ‘Em
When I was in middle school, the biggest kid was the typical ruffian and, with his crew, messed me up. It started with him punching me in the stomach and me losing my breath. Not sure why but I suddenly started laughing and just couldn't stop.
The more they kicked and punched, the harder I laughed until the big guy threw a swing and barely missed my face. I moved really close to him, poked his nose with my finger, and walked away laughing. Later, I ran into him after I got out of college. He said the experienced traumatized him.
38. Flew Into The Wrong Kitchen
I was playing with a Xacto-cutter while sitting with my family at the kitchen counter. A housefly landed in front of me and I announced that I was going to cut his wings off. One swift chopping move later, I had cut a single wing off the fly. The fly buzzed off the counter onto the ground attempting to fly but just went around in a circle.
Take that, Mr Miyagi!
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39. The Dirty Larry
I was meeting a friend of mine for dinner at a dining court on campus. He showed up with some other of his friends too. Toward the end of the meal, they started dumping the leftover food and drink into a single glass and introduced me to what they called a "Dirty Larry".
One of the guys started talking about starting an intramural basketball team. He was going around the table asking each person if they were a good basketball player. When he asked me, I simply picked up the Hush Puppy lying on my plate and tossed it into the Dirty Larry cup sitting eight feet away.
Felt awesome.
40. Justice Delayed?
When I was in 8th grade, some kid picked on my younger sister in school and made her cry in class. Later that week her class had a recital/play in our church. I saw the kid alone in the lobby while everyone was in the church basement.
I yoked him up by his neck and held him against the wall, and told him I would end him if he ever made my sister cry again. Later on, my sister came up to me and told me the kid apologized to her, and she thanked me. I told her she needs to stick up for herself and stop crying all the time.
41. The Underdog Champion
In freshman year, I messed up a 6'4" tall Black senior in a rap battle. Then he offered to shake my hand and when he took it, he started to crush it, but I didn't flinch the entire time. Finally, he relented and commended me on being the only person who didn't squirm when he did that.
I felt pretty cool.
42. The Hero Turns Villain
I had a neighbor I went to school with who would tease me all the time about stupid stuff. I can't even remember any of it, it was so pointless. Regardless, it was frustrating.
One day he was doing the usual and I grabbed him one-handed by the neck and lifted him off the ground like some kind of supervillain. I told him, "If you don't stop I'll end you". He struggled and then I dropped him and he ran away. We live a few houses down and it's been like 10 years and he still says nothing to me.
43. Momma Raised Him Well
These two kids make fun of the way my mom talked (she's deaf) and also plugged their ears and repeated things like "What did you say?" and “I'm deaf and dumb" as she dropped me off for school when I was seven. I saw RED.
I immediately dropped my bookbag, strode over, and proceeded to destroy these two kids, who were twice my size and three years older…
I broke one kid's nose and gave them both black eyes and bruised bodies, all while teachers and parents watched in shock (this wasn't the first time they'd done it).
44. “Do It, Then”
I once had a pistol pointed at my neck and I dared the guy to pull the trigger.
45. Not All Heroes Wear Capes
In my sophomore year in high school, some big brute was pushing this tiny girl around the hallway. He found out she didn't like dudes and took some serious personal offense to it.
I'm a small, nerdy fellow. But I walked up, gave him the "Why don't you pick on someone your own size, you know, like a tank" routine, and proceed to get knocked around a bit, too. It was only a few bruises, nothing was broken. And I felt proud for standing up to the guy and giving the nice girl a chance to escape.
The girl asks me later why I did it, and I explained that people like that need to be put in their place. Even if it means I have a bad day for it. She introduces me to some of her friends who became the best new friends I had that year (I always got along better with girls). And the pack of nerdy guys I hung out with basically makes me their unofficial leader.
By strength of numbers we manage to stop quite a few fights over the next couple of years just by telling them to knock it off or they'll have all of us to deal with.
46. The Fight
I defeated four guys that wanted to grab my iPod and my wallet. Okay, they were plastered, but that was one crazy tough fight!
47. Bloody Hero
I work as an EMT, and one time, we had a bloodbath of a call. An old lady had almost scalped herself in a fall, and it was quite messy, trying to keep her calm to keep the bandage on her freely flowing head.
After the call, my uniform was covered in blood from the front down. I took off the top layer to reveal my undershirt, which was also covered in blood. Too late in the day and not caring, I hopped in the back, off the rig, and headed to base to change.
My apartment was a mile from the base, so I decided to head there instead. As we pull up, I hear voices yelling, and hop out in my now blood-drenched clothes. I turn around the corner and see three guys harassing (grabbing and pulling) one of my neighbors—an elderly woman who doesn't speak much English.
So I quickly take stock of the situation and grab a tire iron from the side of the rig, which was slightly out of view. I take a few steps and yell, "Leave her alone, or you're going to pay," while my partner calls for PD backup.
They turn around, just as some of the outside lights come on, and reveal me, a 5'10" skinny guy, covered in blood, with tactical pants on, with a tire iron. Their faces were priceless. Suddenly one of them books it, and the other says to the last guy there "I'm not dealing with that dude" and follows his friend.
I help the lady and then realize what a scary sight I was. Some dude, covered in blood with a tire iron, coming out from around the corner into the light, and angry. She ended up being fine, and I changed rather quickly after that. The authorities came and got what little info they could, and we were all on our way.
But wow, I felt like a superhero.
48. Lifesaving Punch
I’m an ER doctor. I took care of an elderly gentleman a few years ago that presented with chest pain, and his wife was at his bedside. He was hooked up to the cardiac monitor, and while I was talking to him, his eyes rolled back in his head. I looked up at the cardiac monitor and he was in ventricular tachycardia.
I turned to his wife and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, I have to hit your husband now". I landed a fist of fury right to the center of his chest and his heart regained a normal sinus rhythm, and he came to. The nurses came running in with a crash cart shortly afterward. I looked at them and said, "We're good here".
49. Campus Football
Threw a huge party at our house off-campus in college. A bunch of bozos nobody knew showed up and started causing trouble. My roommate and I confront them in the yard and tell them that they gotta go. Some guy steps like he's gonna throw a punch.
I won't lie, I flinched and he laughed in my face and they started walking off. They walk down the street when suddenly one of them (a bald guy) throws a full PBR can that zaps by me and hits my roommate in the stomach. THUD he goes down.
I grab said PBR can and I rear back like a Third Baseman trying to throw the runner out at First and throw this PBR can as hard as I can. I got an act of perfect revenge because WHAM it hits baldy in his stupid bald head and a melee ensues.
It was awesome.
50. Putting Eminem In His Place
The other day, this annoying obnoxious little monster (who looked like Eminem and was about 19 years old) walks into the fast food restaurant I was eating lunch at. He thinks he's all hard and walks with a ghetto strut like he's somebody special.
He walks in with one of those iPod boom boxes, blasting his crappy music—so loud that no one can talk or eat in peace. Mind you, there are old people around. The music was loud and totally inappropriate for a social setting.
He sits at a table across from me, rips open his bag of food, and proceeds to hump (move doozy up and down back and forth) to his bad music. And then he throws his food wrapper on the floor. Without a care. My blood begins to instantly boil.
I stand up (I'm very intimidating in stature) and yell to him in the sternest voice I've ever mustered up, "Turn that off and pick up your wrapper". The manager walked over as he knew something was about to go down. Needless to say, there was no more music and his garbage was picked up.
The rest of the people in the restaurant gave me looks of praise for calling him out as it was totally awesome. Sometimes you have to put Eminem in his place.
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