I never really had to resort to violence in my life. The very few times it seemed inevitable (outside of martial art classes of course) I managed to talk it out. I’m proud of that and I wish I would have been able to keep the same attitude.
Last night, coming back from a shopping session with my girlfriend, I was driving on the 640 highway, in the left lane, at about 120km/h. I check my mirrors and spot this white F-150 closing in pretty fast (160-180). I give it about 2 seconds to see if he’s gonna slow down and follow me, and then put on my flasher and proceed to switch lanes. Thing is, that clown never stopped accelerating and he switched lanes at the same time to skip me from the right. We avoided the collision, I was like ‘wtf’ but the guy went nuts.
He proceeded to drive his car next to mine and the two guys in the front started yelling hysterically and gesturing at me. I gave him the finger, thought it was all over and focused back on the road. But that crazy fucker didn’t have enough. He suddently steered right, straight onto my car. Not only did I have to brake to avoid getting smashed, but I almost went offroads.
That’s where my girlfriend started panicking, and yelling. Which didn’t exactly help me calm down. He did the same thing twice, then picked up some distance. I was about to just call the police when he slowed down a bit and had the passenger throw me something. I think it was a full bottle of water or some shit.
I don’t know what happened, I guess I really felt panicked and insecure because I was in a car driving fast and in a dangerous situation. I just went berserk. He started making gestures suggesting me to pull out, my girlfriend yelled to me to just keep going and ignore them but at that point I was just reckless and I pulled off.
Surprise bitch, there’s 3 guys in the truck. Now I’m a 5’9, 180 pounds teen. When I saw those three men in their 20’s, my size or bigger, step out of the truck, I just froze. From that point, it feels like it all happened in 3 seconds. I stepped out of the car, walked over to the driver and yelled “what the fuck are you doing”. He looked prompt to attack, which isn’t too surprising when you’re with two buddies facing a smaller kid.
I wasn’t in a fighting stance and when he pushed me I almost fell to the ground. That was a good wake up call, I kept the same provoking attitude and came right back to him, told him “do that again fucker” he didn’t hesitate and went for another tackle. I ran right into him, shrugged off the push and grabbed him behind the neck with my right, immediatly followed by a strong left knee to the liver.
Instead of positionning myself for a second knee and/or initiating the clinch, I kind of fell to the ground with him.
Luckily enough, I was in a good position with my knees close to his arm pits, sitting on his lower chest. I had grabbed his throat before we even hit the ground and raised my fist. That’s where I froze, It probably only lasted half a second but I didn’t know what to do. I panicked when the guy attempted to grab my shirt (he was out of air and couldn’t breathe in because I was choking him) and punched him around the eyes/forehead.
Next thing I know, my girlfriend was pulling me from behind, I fell on my back, and we ran back to the car as the two guys were picking up the driver and trailling to their truck.
Wrap up: Looking back, I was extremely lucky. Except that my girlfriend was utterly pissed at me (needless to say I didn’t get any sex last night -_-).
One of them could of had a weapon, or the other two guys could have reacted instead of just sitting there like douches. I felt really stupid when I thought about calling the police last night, since I was the primary aggressor in this whole story.
Anyways, don’t get into street fights no matter how good you think you are at muay thai. But if you’re forced, always go for the leader. Most troublemakers are merely sheeps that will walk away should you manage to bring down the leader.
Sorry for the long ass post.