I was at a party back in 90 or 91. Me and my buddies went there with the sole intention of my buddy beating the shit out of this guy on the centerline highschool. We get to the party and it's in this really shitty part of town, really bad. For a white suburban high school in the very early 90's centerline was pretty crazy, I didn't go there but my buddies got into fights all the time, it was wild. It was one of the first high schools in my area that had to have the police outside everyday at the end of school. Anyway the fight finally breaks out and the place is nuts, everyone is fighting within like 3 minutes. I was just kinda hanging back cause I didn't really know anyone but my group of freinds. After a few minutes this big guy decides to get involved with my friends fight, he's kinda pushing my buddy around and I'm thinking I'm gonna hit this guy if this keeps on going on. I turn to my right and there's the guy my buddy was gonna beat up to begin with. I go "hey chris" he turns towards me with his fists up...I never really met him but we had seen each other a few times at parties so he knew i was with my buddy. he was about 6'4 and I'm about 5'7..I hit him as hard as I could right in the jaw, I might have knocked him out for a sec. he fell face first on the hood of this truck so the top half of his body was laying on it. I walked up behind him and jacked him in the ribs about 8 or 9 times as hard as I could.
Anyway a few minutes later I thought it was in my best interest to leave and as I'm backing up this huge guy comes running up to the front of my car and slams his hands on my hood, this guy is probably in his 30's and big and mean, about 6 foot and probably 260 and he tells me to get the fuck out of my car cause he's gonna kill me. So I grab the crowbar in myfront seat and he looks at me and says "I'm the toughest man in *******, bring your fucking crowbar, I'll rip you jugular vein out with my teeth and smash your skull with your crowbar...I just left.
the guy I hit showed up at my buddies house the next day with his parents to put an end to the fued that was going on. My buddy said the guy I hit could barely talk and was going to the hospital to see if he had any broken ribs.
I went to a graduation party about 2 weeks later and he was there, he still had my knuckle marks on his jaw...and he had cracked ribs.