This was Saturday night, like I said. One guy volunteered his backyard for the location, so we were doing this on a lawn, no asphalt. After everything we went through in this thread, the rules didn't change much from what was in my original post - all that no biting, no eye-gouging, etc. stuff from my initial post stayed the same, and we decided it'd end when one person gives up or when people step in and break it up.
That day, I had butterflies starting from about 5 in the afternoon, and that feeling just kept getting more intense hour by hour, to the point where my hands were pretty much shaking by the time I arrived at the guy's place.
Of course we couldn't start before everyone got there, so there was like an hour and a half where we just sat around waiting for everyone to show up. If you want to know what kind of "audience" we had, it was 12 people (plus the two of us who were actually fighting), all of them guys, and I've known all of them for a while, except for one who was a friend of a friend. That whole waiting thing was awkward, to say the least. Lots of tension. Boxers get separate dressing rooms, we should have had something similar here.
I didn't see the other guy's hands shaking or anything but he must have been feeling something along the same lines as me. He kept saying "Can we do this now?"
When we finally headed out to the backyard, I got the biggest adrenaline rush I've ever had since, well, since my last fight, whenever in middle school that was. It felt great
Okay, so, the fight was on. There was something someone had sent to me about getting into a fighting stance, something about right foot pointing southeast and a bunch of other stuff. (See, I memorize all this stuff, and then I pretty much forget it two days later. Exactly the same as SOA exams.
) So I put my hands up near my head like I was supposed to and took that stance. I'd practiced it beforehand, but hadn't done it in front of a mirror or anything, so I guess I looked kind of wooden because he started laughing at me almost right away. There was some laughter from the peanut gallery too. It almost looked like he was thinking of striking some kind of ridiculous pose to make fun of me, but you could tell he still wanted to be ready in case I rushed him or something. So the people laughing brought me out of the stance, and I dropped my hands away from my head a little.
We started to move, circling around each other a little. I was thinking of going for that "cut kick" someone here was talking about, the one where you hit a nerve and it paralyzes his leg or whatever. So I made the first move, going towards him, trying to take a swipe at his leg with my foot. He jumped back, out of my reach, and said something like "What the hell? You don't kick in a fight!" More laughter from my friends.
Okay, now, this is the part where it's going to be a little tough to explain what I was thinking. I know this doesn't make complete sense but this is the general sentiment that was running through my head at the time: People here were saying that we would be wrestling on the ground within 15 seconds, if not sooner. Well, technically, at that point, we'd been "fighting" for over 15 seconds (or if it hadn't been 15, it certainly seemed like it) and we weren't anywhere near wrestling. So I was kind of thinking "things are deviating from the way they're supposed to go, this is a bad thing". Just a general feeling of malaise. And I thought "I have to take him down now and get to the wrestling part".
So I approach him, looking to kind of grab his legs and fall forward on top of him. I guess I kind of had my chin down like I was supposed to, and my hands were up, but not exactly up near my head like they should have been, maybe more just up around my chest. So I'm going in, kind of focusing on his legs rather than his upper body, when his legs start moving in a way I wasn't expecting. So now I have to back off that idea, because the way his legs were moving, I wasn't going to be able to take him down that way. And I raise my head up to see what he's doing. So at this point, I'm just standing there, with my hands up a little but nowhere near my head, and I'm pretty much wide open. And I know, when I analyze it after the fact like this, I can see I was doing all kinds of things wrong, but at that point I was just reacting to what was going on.
The reason his legs were moving in that unexpected way was because he was turning around. He turns all the way around and hits me with a forearm/elbow right in the mouth. So that connected, and it put me on my back. I mean, I was okay, really (not that it didn't hurt, it did), but it kind of hit me right when I was putting my head up, so it knocked me down.
From my back, then, I roll onto my side, facing away from him, and I'm just about to get up when I realize there's something in my mouth. I have a false tooth, and when he hit me, he knocked it out. So I stop for a second to spit it into my hand, and I do that, but as far as he can see I'm just lying there, so he runs up and kicks me really hard in the back (yeah, right after he said people don't kick in a fight! See, this is the kind of person he is). That gets me up in a hurry, right back to my feet. I've got the false tooth in my hand, and it's got these metal pieces attached to its sides (because those pieces were cemented to the two teeth on either side of it), so what I was going to do was take a swipe at him with that and hopefully cut him open, but before I could get to him about three or four of the guys ran in to break it up. I guess they started moving to end it when I was on the ground and he kicked me.
Afterwards I was thinking one of my real teeth got loosened too, but it feels okay now, I think. Either way, I gotta hit the dentist either tonight or tomorrow night to get them to take care of the false tooth, so maybe they can check on the adjoining teeth at the same time.
So anyway, in the end, I'd have to say it was a draw, unfortunately. No clear winner, but we both finished on our feet. If they would've let things go on just a little longer I would have had him bleeding, though.
Did it settle anything? I think so. I think he knows I'm not the kind of person he wants to mess with. I took his best shot and got right back up from it. The days of him running his mouth when I'm around are over IMO.