[This is the first part in my How to Survive a Street Fight series. Check out Part 2.]
I’ve been in over 100 street fights. I’ve knocked people out, split eyes open, and been rendered unconscious after being struck with brass knuckles. I’ve had my eye swollen shut multiple times. I’ve had my nose broken in boxing and MMA matches and not flinched.
(“You don’t win once in a while; you don’t do things right once in a while; you do them right all of the time. Winning is a habit.” – Vince Lombardi)
That is background not bravado. Street fighting is idiotic. Let me rephrase that. To the extent I am a bad ass, I am also a dumb ass. It really is completely and totally moronic that I’ve gotten into so many fights.
I’ve almost died twice. Over nothing.
Do not fight in the streets. But if you must, follow these fundamental rules to survive.
The Three Rules of Street Fighting.
Rule 1. Do not fight unless your life or health is at risk.
Rule 2. Proceed with extreme violence.
Rule 3. Get the Hell out of there as soon as it’s over.
Rule 1. Only Fight if your Life is at Risk.
Do not fight unless the situation is life or death. A bruised ego is not a risk to your health. (Become egoless.) Fighting isn’t worth it.
Why should you only fight unless it’s like or death? Because you might die in the streets. Yes, fighting literally risks your life.
In high school someone was talking shit to me. He approached me and cornered me next to my friends purple Chevy SUV. Outnumbered, I reluctantly backed down.
He started walking away and mouthed, “Bitch.” The world around me went black.
The wolf that lives inside me and that must constantly be retrained took control. Instinct and a desire for blood overwhelmed my conscious desire for my safety. The wolf attacked.
(The wolf must be fed.)
I immediately went after him. A trained boxer and martial artist, I threw a jab-jab-overhand right combination to his face.
Completely unprepared for this show of force, he started falling back into the crowd of onlookers. He had to be held up, as he was almost unconscious.
That’s the last thing I remembered.
Then I was on lying my back with someone standing over me. I felt like I was in outer space. Everything around me – whatever “me” exists when you are unconscious – was black. My third eye was moving through a field of stars.
(This is what being unconscious looks like.)
I heard someone calling to me. I tried moving towards the call but couldn’t answer it.
I finally came to. “Do I have all of my teeth,” I asked her. She laughed that relieved laugh people give when the situation is more dire than you realize. “You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”
Someone had jumped out from behind a car. Witnesses saw him put something over his hands – either a hand pack to give him more oomph to his punch or brass knuckles; we never found out for sure.
He contacted with a clean sucker punch. The back of my head collided with the concrete, making a terrifying thud that sounded like death.
It is very common for people to die after colliding with the concrete parking lot as I had. My eye was completely swelled shut for a week.
I almost died. Over what? At the time I would have told you that I almost died over honor. And indeed I would have gladly died rather than suffer dishonor.
But we do not live in an honorable world, my friends. In this a amoral hellhole called modern living, I almost died over nothing.
Rule 2. Proceed with extreme violence.
“If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.” -Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince.
Since your life is at risk (see Rule 1), you don’t have time to be a nice guy. You don’t have time to hesitate. You must smash the other person with absolute resolve. As Miyamoto Musashi, the greatest samurai of all time wrote in his Book of Five Rings, “When you decide to attack, keep calm and dash in quickly, forestalling the enemy…attack with a feeling of constantly crushing the enemy, from first to last.”
Where to attack? How to attack? My answer as a trained fighter would differ from your answer. If you understand one thing, however, you will understand everything you’ll need to know for an ordinary street fight.
People do not like getting punched in the face.
Brock Lensar was a beast. The beast was exposed as a bully when he encountered a fighter he couldn’t throw around. Once Brock Lesnar got punched in the face, his career as a UFC fighter was over.
Swing hard for the chin. Lean into the punch, throwing all of your weight into it. A punch doesn’t come from the arms. A punch come from your toes and the force passes through your hips, extending all the way to your fist.
In fighting parlance, the area right around where your chin and mandible connect is known as the button. Always, always, always aim for the button.
(Klitschko lands a shot right on the button.)
Even if you do not knock your opponent out, you will stun him. He wasn’t prepared for you to throw the first punch, but you did. Keep punching him until he falls to the ground. Overwhelm his face with punches and destroy his will.
Again, people hate getting punched in the face. Even trained fighters do all they can to a avoid getting punched in the face.
“I don’t like to get hit, who likes it? I probably wouldn’t do this sport if I was getting hit that much.” – Wladimir Klitschko
Rule 3. Get the Hell out of there as soon as it’s over.
I almost died a second time when I failed to follow this rule.
A rather jacked black guy was talking shit to one of my friends. It was just the type of get-in-your-face-but-no-one-will-fight bullshit guys do. I didn’t like it, however, and baited the guy to get into my face.
Once he did, I unleashed a flurry of punches. He started running backwards. Since it wasn’t a life or death situation (violation of Rule 1), I couldn’t take him to the ground and pound him unconscious (which Rule 2 would require). I’d have gone to jail at worst or been sued at best. It was a lose-lose situation. Foolish.
Rather than taking my victory and continuing the party, I let my ego took over. I had to gloat:
Punching your face felt so good. Your face is soft. It felt like velvet on my hands!
He took off and I stood around bullshitting with my friend (violation of Rule 3). I heard something that sounds like horse hooves hitting the ground in cowboy movies. Someone screamed, “Look out!”
Then I was looking up at someone and felt liquid dripping all over my face. I grabbed his ankle and prepared to sweep him when the fight was broken up. (I would have obeyed Rule 2 with glee.)
Although I was only flash KO’ed, the back of my head narrowly missed a large metallic water spout protruding from the spot near where my head hit. If I had fallen back another inch to the right, my head would have been split open and brain damage would have been assured.
If I had left, all would have been well. I’d have yet another good street fight story to tell and could have kept partying. Instead I put my life at risk.
If you fight someone, get out. Not only might the person come back with a knife or gun or with friends, but the police might arrive. Get the Hell out.
What’s Next? Got Any Good Fight Stories?
In Part 2 of our series, we’ll examine some street fight videos of the World Star Hip Hop variety. One video involves multiple attackers. Applying my three rules, we’ll discuss how the people who were victims could have become victors.
Read next: How to Survive a Street Fight, Part 2.





