Post by gorilla69 on Sept 28, 2019 3:27:00 GMT -6
Original stories from people that got knocked out. Either in an accident or in a fight.
1)It was way back in 2008 and I was just getting into mma. I started a bit of a fight club in my basement. My brother invited some friends from school who wanted to learn. My only experience back then was from tae kwon do. One of my friends had wrestling experience from high school and the first time we grappled I just kind of got owned. He put me down easily and eventually took my back and choked me unconscious. He held the choke on for awhile and my brother said he had to stop him and I convulsed on the ground for a moment before I woke up.
2)Grabbed an electrical fence wire meant to put down horses one time chasing my dog. Unlike a normal electrical fences this one only had one wire going around the property(presumably because horses are so big one wire does the job). I had my dog in one hand and grabbed the wire to stead myself. Next thing I know I woke up looking at the sky with my dog running down the road yelping like it had just been stabbed.
3)I've been choked unconscious in the Military a handful of times in grappling for PT. I got dropped on my head when I was 17 by older brothers friend (23) when we were at a party we were both spitting game at this girl he met her before I just met her. She was my age and I was crushing him, turns out he was mad and called me outside to talk, he started wrestleing with me and pick me up and dropped me on my head on the concrete patio, which gave me a concussion and stole 2 days of memory and in Mardi Gras in 07 I'm not sure if I went unconscious but I got cracked by my friend pretty good when I dump over the porta potty he was in. Both times I was young and didn't know I needed to defend myself. Living and learning boys, nowadays if you come at me aggressive you'll get popped as soon as your close to me.
All the scrapes I've been after that have went well for me.
4)Alright i think i may have been knocked out on one occasion and rocked on a second. first one was a fight with my friends older brothers friend on a baseball diamond. my buddies brothers friend was being a dick and i wasnt having any of it so i shoved him off his bike as he tried to ride by and smack me in the head for a second time. he jumpes up and we end uup swinging and ending up in a clinch. he lands a pussy uppercut that doesnt bother me so i stay in the clinch working on a leg to get him down and he keeps trying to hit me with pussy uppercuts. after about the 3rd one im getting pissed then the 4th one hits me and im like ok i gotta get out of here before the next one gets me. during that thought process the next shot cracks me much faster then the previous one, then the next one seems to hit me exactly after the previous one till it was like a jackhammer pounding on my face. next thing i remember is slumping to me knees and looking at a nice puddle of blackish blood mixing in with the dirt. my buddies bro had pulled him off at that point i was told. apparently when u get rocked time changes lol. that time i didnt go out completely but i was stunned good. the time i got ko'd was on a camping trip and we got drunk and end up wrestling around. i challenge my brothers friend who is 5 years older then me and he accepts. im holding my own and stuffing his shots right up until i see him trip on a tent stake and rope and start to fall into a tent at which point i jumped forward grabbed his hand and yanked him back. at this point my base is gone and hes right at my hips and he gets a powerful double leg and slams me down at which point my head hit a rock ko'ing me. everyone thought he was a bitch cause i completely saved his ass from destroying his tent. i still dont remember going out though. felt like one continuous event from the takedown to getting slammed and lying on the ground.
5)I only lost 1 one on one fight on the street and I deserved.
Dude banged my girlfriend in 8th grade. Well I carried a grudge all the way to 11th.
Long story short we squared up and I fucking cracked him clean with 2 straight punches. Went to tie up and judo throw him and tore my whole left hamstring........... He landed in mount and pounded on my face and rubbed my face into the crib until the entire right side was a brush burn. We are very close friends to this day.
Closest I came to being knocked out was getting jumped by 4 blacks and 2 white girls in a park..
Walked up, they said whats up what up, I know what that means so I hit them first, busted the dudes face up with one shot then proceeded to get fucking slumped on, I couldn't see anything or anyone it all happens so fast, but I remember looking at one kid, then from behind the smallest guy they were with put one right on my chin.....buckled my legs complelty but I caught my self once I was about to hit the ground. I think deep down I knew I would probably die if I fell to the ground or shit if I got koed idk what they would of done, but after that I manage trip/judo toss one of the guys but I didn't follow them to the ground, the ran off after that.
Another one I had a kid in rubber guard trying to stall out but I was hitting him with little bitch elbows, boom...... Bottle right to the face...
6)Been in quite a few scraps. Never been KOed from a strike (although I've definitely lost some fights lol)
I have lost consciousness twice. Both are funny stories
1. My friends and I were all robotripping, (heavily dose dextromethorphan, commonly found in cough syrup) and this trip makes it feel like when you are walking your knees are flying super high into the air on every step. Also if you jump onto a bed it makes it feel like you are jumping off of a 50 foot cliff and free falling for a good couple seconds before you hit the mattress. We were exploring these odd sensations when my one friend suggested that we do elevators. Elevators is where you purposely hyperventilate yourself Wim Hoff style with your breathing for 60 seconds, and then you take a deep breath and your friend gently chokes you unconscious. You have a vivid 10-15 second hallucination and then you awaken feeling tingly like it is snowing on you. We were doing it one by one for each person, but when it came time to do mine my friend choked me out and I went out earlier than he thought. I'm told I flopped awkwardly to the floor and clipped a door hinge on the way down that cut me. It was a fun time overall, but my injury was pretty sore the following day.
2. My dad came to visit me and we decided to go eat sandwiches. I smoked a joint and then stood in this long ass line. I cracked open an orange juice and drank it, thinking about how what type of sandwich I wanted. I got to the ordering counter, set my OJ down, and said "uh..."
I then wake up to my dad patting me on the forehead. It reminded me of when I was little and he would wake me up for school. I opened my eyes and saw that my dad was older now and that I was in a sandwich shop. Immediately I realized what had happened. "Was I out?" I asked my dad. "Oh yeah." He replies. "You were fighting it on the way down." I sat up and instantly felt fine. I stood up and went to grab my OJ but I realized that I had already drank it all. For some reason that I still do not understand whatsoever, this empty OJ carton infuriated me. I grabbed it, felt that it was empty, crushed it and threw it down onto the ground as hard as I could and yelled "What the FUCK" and then stormed out.
To this day I have no clue what happened or why, and the part that really puzzles me was that none of it was confusing. Most people wake up and ask "what happened?" I somehow knew exactly what happened when I sat up. The empty OJ carton is also very strange. Why did this anger me so greatly? Is there some significance that the OJ had to the experience?
Perhaps the most PROFOUND moment of this experience was afterwards. We went home after eating sandwiches and watched the first episode of the sopranos because my dad was interested. It had been a while since I had seen it, so I had forgotten the plot. If you haven't seen it - basically the protagonist becomes emotionally attached to some ducks that nest in his backyard pool. He feeds them and builds the babies a little ramp so they can climb in and out of the pool. They grow up and then they fly away one day while he is in the backyard barbecuing. He watches them fly away, and then he loses consciousness and falls into the grass. They take him to the hospital but all the tests say that there in nothing physically wrong with him. He goes to a psychiatrist who pinpoints that it was the ducks and the emotional reaction to them leaving that caused his condition, so the rest of the series he is trying to find out what the connection between him and animals exactly is and what operative role it plays in his daily life as a mob boss. I watched this show with my father and I couldn't even believe what I was watching. There was a creek behind my apartment building where a few ducks had landed and bred. I would go out with my dog and observe them. They grew up over the summer, and I wanted to show my dad the ducks. We had gone back to look for them right before we went to get a sandwich and we couldn't find them. 5 minutes later, I lost consciousness inexplicably.
Aliens?
7)10th grade, backyard boxing. Faced off against the guy who was closest to my size (I was 290 at the time, he was 350) I didn't know shit about fighting or boxing or any of that, but I felt like it'd be fun. Bout lasted about two minutes. Basically gassed myself out hitting his body trying to bring one of his hands down from his face. Dropped my hand ONE time and felt a punch to the nose. Fucker hit me so hard, he spun me around and before I could drop he hit me behind the ear three more times while I was standing. I was out for 10 seconds I believe. Got up, felt some blood running from my nose and it's funny because I have a short temper and yet I wasn't mad at the guy. We shook hands, he told me I could take a hell of a punch. I thought he hit me four times total. It was actually about 8 times and I didn't go down till the 6-7th. Fun times. Wish I could go back knowing what I know now though. :lol: Sadly, a year after he was delivering a pizza and he was hit by a car on the driver's side. He didn't die, but he's pretty much paralyzed from the chest down
8)Fuck man, twice and it sucked both times.
First time was in football, sprinting for a fumble and right as i went to dive for it the other guy that dove for it went helmet to helmet, I was out 10 minutes and went back in.
Worst experience I had playing football as it felt like I was running in sand or water, it just felt like i weighed a ton.
Second time, I actually had the chance to hit pads with Rory Mac and my coach and him both said i looked good for where I was at.
Let that go to my head, went to the big boy sparring session and threw a jab, left body hook, and went for a right straight and the guy stepped out of the way and brought his left up into my face and I woke up with grill marks from the cage.
Bibiano was at the gym I was at at the time and apparently he was the only fucking guy who checked on me.
Coach just laughed at me.
Worst knockdown was a body kick from a chick who fought for bodog before they broke all those laws.
She hit me so hard with a spinning kick I was legit convinced my time had come, I made my peace with God and said my goodbyes, then I was able to catch my breath and cry a little.
Best knockout I've done was training some younger guys(I mean 17-19) and this little 5'0 Korean kid was just going 100% trying to put me on my ass and as he stepped forward and I slipped to the side he walked into my knee and was out before he hit the ground.
His dad came sprinting out and yelling at me and then his kid woke up yelling in Korean.
I guess he thought his dad was pissed at him for getting knocked out so he was apologizing profusely once he woke up
9)Last father's day the wifey made me a delicious blue cheese topped medium rare steak and blew me as I ate it, and when my cork popped I came so hard that I honestly blacked of for like 3 seconds immediately Afterward. That's the closest I've come to being ko'd.
Actually that's not true, when I was a teenager I was hotknifing some killer hash and I actually passed out and smashed my head on the counter in my way down. Woke up all blooded and extra fucked up
10)god damnit, i feel left out never have been knocked out.. i honestly think wrestling has saved me in so many fights where I should have gotten demolished by bigger guys..
quick story about the time I should of gotten murked but angels had to have been watching me.
back in college there was this one go to bar/club close to campus, most popular spot during the wk. anyway it was filled w/everyone, from the frats, to athletes, to gangs (on campus was a mix of all 3). so literally this club was like a fight club, every wk there would be brawls between one of those crews and the bouncers (bouncers demolished everyone except wrestlers) we had a nasty wrestling team back then... anyway one of my closest friends transfered to my school, we go out to this club, get smashed and for some reason when we are together we always seem to get into shit. next thing I know we get face to face w/a group of straight lumber jacks, it looked like 2 meat heads wearing flannel but because they were so tall we didn't realize there was like 15 of them. so me and my idiot friend are still ready to go (we would of gotten destroyed but no clue why we actually thought we could win). just before shit is about to go down a group of bouncers comes barreling in and breaks everything up. nothing happens and we leave the club... then me and a different buddy (this one is not nearly as tough as the other) head over to mcdonalds, go to after club spot. my luck the car in front of us is storing 3 of the lumber jack kids from the club. they notice me and all get out of the car. I get out of the car realizing i have no where to run. my friend also gets out of the car and says he is running to the front of the drive through line to get us backup (wtf kind of move was that? till this day I question it). so I have these 3 meatheads walking me down, and then I pull out a clint eastwood cowboy line "you guys wanna dance??.. lets atleast dance one at a time" wtf was I thinking?.. This seem to get them even more fired up, they all start walking me down, surrounding me and literally they are 3feet away each and out of fucking nowhere the same Meat Head Monster bouncers that saved me in the club, come marching from behind me and start barking at the lumber jacks, "get the fuck out of here if you know whats good for you".. or some shit
Anyway, till this day I think about how fucking lucky I got, Ive seen so many ass kickings go down in that mcdonalds parking lot and I definitely would of been in baddd shape.. To those Bouncers, I still owe you beer.
11)In high school I got sucker punched from the left side and cracked my orbital. I beat the brakes off the kid but later got physically ill. I went in to work with a totally jacked up eye but had to leave because I felt like I was about to throw up.
-When I was 12 a 16 year old was pushing me around and stole my hat. "Push me and I will give you your hat back" so I did and got punched in the jaw twice. Hard enough that I still have a dimple on that side but it didn't even phase me. Buddy that witnessed it still believes I cannot be knocked out.
- Once I saw the light after I got mad and threw my 3 ton floor jack into my building and the handle hit me in the back of the head. All I could see for a couple seconds was white light.
So I have never went out but the first one was probably a concussion
12)Kicked solidly in the head on a normal Krav sparring night. I'm not sure it was a "knock out" -- just a bit woozy and certainly went down in a heap. If it had been a sport fight, it would have been a TKO. My opponent had shin guards and I had head gear, but my excuse is that he kicked like a mule. I feel like my days are numbered with "sport" sparring, unless it's against intermediates or other old people. The college kids are getting the better of me and it's depressing. Young guys, my advice is "don't get old'
13)Been knocked on my ass 3 times since i started training but only got knocked out once as a teen.
I was running fast along some short poles that were acting as a border on a side walk, my denim jacket was open and it got tangled in such was that i spun around the damn pole and ran into the wall face first.
Just remember waking up with a huge headache and my worried class mate looking at me.
14)I KOd playing rugby at 25. I got hit right on the temple while making a tackle and I was out. Overall I have had a pretty good chin. I was rucking one time and this guy joined wildly and illegally from the side and blasted me square in the jaw. I actually bit my mouthpiece in half and he cut me all the way dawn to my jawbone, I was spitting out fragments of my teeth and you could actually see my teeth through the laceration. That happened again about 3 years later like right on the same spot, probably because I have a huge amount a scar tissue there.
Fighting I have been good, I am hard to hurt. I did have my retina in my right eye partially detached though while boxing. It didn't hurt really, there was just a huge dark spot in my vision.
15) The only man to ever knock me out was my old man. When I was 10 I was just about as tall as my dad. He always told me anytime I thought I was tough enough to try to take him, to give it go. So one day I looked him eye to eye and put my hands up. I threw a hook to his body and he INSTANTLY threw his straight left that landed on my chin. I went down like a sack of potatoes. The story goes that my mom came running in and freaked out on him. I wouldn't know cause I was on the floor
16) Never been KO'd but one time I was snowboarding and tried to ride down a jib, but my board slid out from underneath me and I cracked the back of my head on the rail. I was wearing a helmet but when I got up my body was tingly all over and I couldn't remember half the day. I ended up having to ride down the rest of the trail, then take another lift and then ride back down another trail to get to first aid, none of which I remember. At first aid the guy working there told me to remember three things; the color red, the number 3, and a pencil. We talked for a little bit and then he asked me to recall the three things, and I couldn't fuckin do it and felt like an idiot. The back of my helmet actually had a nasty crack up the back of it from the fall, so I'm pretty thankful I was wearing it. Shit would've cracked my damn skull open.
17)Never been ko'd in a fight, but have been completely out cold many times due to banging heads in a football game. Worst one ever was senior year I never saw the block coming (trap block) I thought I was about to make a tackle and ended up waking up at halftime. I was out for about 8-10 mins. Kids last name was Marinaro I will never forget he was 325 lbs in high school and went on to be a 4 year starter at michigan and captain of the team, I was 215 lbs. Back then concussions didnt mean a thing, I made 9 more tackles in the second half.....probably why im so fucked up!
18)The closest I ever was to being KOed was back in 1996 when I caught an edge going behind the net and landed hard on my left elbow (didn't even know I broke my humerus). The way I landed had my head bounce off my left shoulder and I saw stars once I got back to the bench and sat down.
I asked the guys on the ice how long I was down (though I might have went out) and they said I just popped right back up, not even a second.
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This January I got into it with 2 guys (father and son) in a truck stop. The son suckered me 3 times (he kept running away after each time) and never even left a mark (my ex actually left a mark when she nailed me after we separated :lol: ), the dad never even landed (one Stockton Slap was all it took to make him bail)...or I didn't feel anything land from him.
Either I've got a hard head or the guy doesn't hit hard.
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Back in 1987 I got suckered by some guy outside a hotel (I was 19) and all that did was cause my lip to bleed a little...not even close to the hockey fall.
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Just remembered a couple of more times that might have resulted in a KO but not for me:
Both were in early 1994 at Marmot Basin Ski Area (Jasper, Alberta).
The first was in January when a buddy and I had hiked from the top of the highest lift to the summit of Marmot Peak and skied some fresh powder. I got a little out of control and think I hit a rock or log under the snow, lost my balance and slammed my temple into my right ski pole grip. Bruised my head a bit, it was hard to fully open my mouth to take big bites when we stopped for lunch, tore the grip off the pole, and left me with straw coloured fluid from my nose (indicative of a cracked skull). I never stopped skiing and played hockey that night.
The second time was in late March or early April...hit a kicker and got thrown higher than expected, landed on my left shoulder and head. Separated my shoulder and sprained my knee once I bounced up, but nothing else.
I must have a REALLY hard head
19) Never been KO'd from a fight or a punch/kick. I attribute it to playing sports non stop as a kid and having really solid neck muscles from hockey/lacrosse and playing contact sports in general. But, I had a straight up panic attack when I took my wife into the hospital to get induced to have the baby.
They kept missing her vein on the IV, and frankly I hate needles. The whole situation got me really anxious and I went into the bathroom to calm down, which was a mistake because it was a very small closed space. I was sitting on the toilet just taking deep breaths to calm down and next thing I know I'm on the floor trembling with no control of my body basically in a shock state, then everything snapped back into gear and I was able to get up. Totally bewildered.
So I guess I KO'd myself?
Our biggest opponent is ourself
20)After training for two weeks at this MMA gym, I got thrown into a smoker with a much bigger, and more experienced, fighter. I got my eye punched shut, got rocked, and got knocked down before they stopped it. I never went out, but my legs did buckle for a second.
21) I forgot, have been knocked out several times.. Used to have this thing where I got light headed out of nowhere, usually when I was laying down and stood up quickly, guess blood rush, not sure.. Then next thing I know Im laying face first on my bedroom floor, or in a hallway, I think once was in the bathroom.. Hasn't happened in a few yrs now but was kind of hilarious, I would be like, yup, going down, nothing I can do now.. No clue how long I was ever out for, maybe seconds, or hours, couldn't tell yah
another alien abduction?
22)A few years ago, I was jerking off hard, afraid that my parents might walk in on me playing with my balls to nude photos of my aunt while I was sitting on the toilet. As I was playing with my piss paddle, my sister walked in. She wanted to help but I refused, instead my cousin helped out. In my haste to get the job done, I slipped off the toilet and hit my head knocking myself out cold
23) It was like 15-20 years ago when I use to live in Okinawa. I was like 10 or 12. Skateboarding to a friends house and there was a very steep hill I had to go down to get to the house. I start getting some speed and I remember a friend lives on the hill and if I should bring him with, I didn't. Two seconds later I get the speed wobbles and the eat it. Don't remember much can except waking up on the road and rolling over slowly. My helmet was like 15 feet away from me and vas are passing without checking to see if I'm okay. I grab my board and walk to his house. Don't knock, just walk in and pass out, which I guess you're not supposed to do after a concussion? Lol wake up, take a shower and the entire left side of my body had road rash down it. Sting like hell
This reminded me of a story of my own..
I used to live in Newark, New Jersey in the 80s but my mother couldnt find a job so we had to move to Reseda, Los Angeles.
I was kind of bummed out, but I decided to try and make the best of it. While I was helping her move the stuff in our new house, i kicked the front door and hit some little prick in the nose.. Oh sorry dude..didnt see u there.. Long story short, I get invited to some beach party.. (sweet.. i get to meet the LA babes, me thinks)..
What time, bud?
9 o' clock friend.
cool.
9:00pm and im there... babes playing football.. I start chatting up some curly blonde haired chicka.. Not even 10 mins pass by and some pricks with motorbikes cruise by.. One of them apparently is my 'girl's' ex.
The lady is being a bitch to him and he only fake smashes her radio cassete player(which was his), but I find it as a perfect opportunity to act like a white knight..
Heey man.. She said go away..
'What's your problem dude?
You are..leave
After a short scuffle and me sucker punching him in the nose, I end up head first on the sand, after a sweet liver kick. Chick is all over me.. ooohh.. are u ok Fr. D. son? I am alright..no sweat.. Dont worry about it.
Finaly, that dude and his friends fuck off.. Next day at school, I beat some fag up, cause he tackled me(no foul) and P.E teacher tells me to leave the stadium. Pretty justified reaction.. I end up having a fit and wanting to go back to Jersey.
everyone stops dealing with me, but I was an utter cunt.. I havent had enough.. We are at a part and these dudes are having a splif in the toilets. I had no contacts, so I was rather pissed off that they were smoking without offerring me any tokes...(even though they didnt know i smoke and they never saw me, as they went to the toilete before I arrived)
It was on,linkers.. I threw the hose in and made them all wet, like.. I march out and they running behind me..
I get on my bike while they are after me with their motorbikes..instead of staying there and facing the consequences of my unprovocated actions, I decided to run away with a fucking bike.. my days..
they threw me down a hill and miraculously i only got a black eye for some reason.. no scratches on legs or arms what so ever. I was never out.. On my way back, I started crying again,cause as u can tell, I was a bitch back then and I threw my bike in the bin.
A tiny chinese middle aged man(the handy man), fixed my bike in a night, even though it seemed to be totalled..
Long story short he taught me how to 'KARATE'. By that I mean that he made me wash and wax his cars, paint his house, wax the fucking floor of his house, build him a small house(for me) and paint the fence.. Dude was a savage.. I was practically his slave.. He'd go fishing..and I'd do all the fuckign choirs.. At the end of the month, he gave me a car. I thought...ok..we are even..booonzaaaaai... What about Karate.. Will I learn how to kick and shit?
Apparently this crazy teaching technique he had, helped me learn how to kick, by using my arms and hands only.. Shit was confusing.. Anyway.. I was ready..
I participated in a tournament with a stolen black belt, beat up the 2 time champ in the finals with a 'fake' crane kick(which 30 years later was re-legitimized by Machida and Anderson+Overeem vs Andrei) and although they were aiming for my injured leg..i was never out.
Handy man told me.. Fr.D son.. I fix.. I make u well.. Fixed my leg and ribs and what not and I won. Won the girl as well.
Good times.. good times..
(there was no pain in that Dojo btw)
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1)It was way back in 2008 and I was just getting into mma. I started a bit of a fight club in my basement. My brother invited some friends from school who wanted to learn. My only experience back then was from tae kwon do. One of my friends had wrestling experience from high school and the first time we grappled I just kind of got owned. He put me down easily and eventually took my back and choked me unconscious. He held the choke on for awhile and my brother said he had to stop him and I convulsed on the ground for a moment before I woke up.
2)Grabbed an electrical fence wire meant to put down horses one time chasing my dog. Unlike a normal electrical fences this one only had one wire going around the property(presumably because horses are so big one wire does the job). I had my dog in one hand and grabbed the wire to stead myself. Next thing I know I woke up looking at the sky with my dog running down the road yelping like it had just been stabbed.
3)I've been choked unconscious in the Military a handful of times in grappling for PT. I got dropped on my head when I was 17 by older brothers friend (23) when we were at a party we were both spitting game at this girl he met her before I just met her. She was my age and I was crushing him, turns out he was mad and called me outside to talk, he started wrestleing with me and pick me up and dropped me on my head on the concrete patio, which gave me a concussion and stole 2 days of memory and in Mardi Gras in 07 I'm not sure if I went unconscious but I got cracked by my friend pretty good when I dump over the porta potty he was in. Both times I was young and didn't know I needed to defend myself. Living and learning boys, nowadays if you come at me aggressive you'll get popped as soon as your close to me.
All the scrapes I've been after that have went well for me.
4)Alright i think i may have been knocked out on one occasion and rocked on a second. first one was a fight with my friends older brothers friend on a baseball diamond. my buddies brothers friend was being a dick and i wasnt having any of it so i shoved him off his bike as he tried to ride by and smack me in the head for a second time. he jumpes up and we end uup swinging and ending up in a clinch. he lands a pussy uppercut that doesnt bother me so i stay in the clinch working on a leg to get him down and he keeps trying to hit me with pussy uppercuts. after about the 3rd one im getting pissed then the 4th one hits me and im like ok i gotta get out of here before the next one gets me. during that thought process the next shot cracks me much faster then the previous one, then the next one seems to hit me exactly after the previous one till it was like a jackhammer pounding on my face. next thing i remember is slumping to me knees and looking at a nice puddle of blackish blood mixing in with the dirt. my buddies bro had pulled him off at that point i was told. apparently when u get rocked time changes lol. that time i didnt go out completely but i was stunned good. the time i got ko'd was on a camping trip and we got drunk and end up wrestling around. i challenge my brothers friend who is 5 years older then me and he accepts. im holding my own and stuffing his shots right up until i see him trip on a tent stake and rope and start to fall into a tent at which point i jumped forward grabbed his hand and yanked him back. at this point my base is gone and hes right at my hips and he gets a powerful double leg and slams me down at which point my head hit a rock ko'ing me. everyone thought he was a bitch cause i completely saved his ass from destroying his tent. i still dont remember going out though. felt like one continuous event from the takedown to getting slammed and lying on the ground.
5)I only lost 1 one on one fight on the street and I deserved.
Dude banged my girlfriend in 8th grade. Well I carried a grudge all the way to 11th.
Long story short we squared up and I fucking cracked him clean with 2 straight punches. Went to tie up and judo throw him and tore my whole left hamstring........... He landed in mount and pounded on my face and rubbed my face into the crib until the entire right side was a brush burn. We are very close friends to this day.
Closest I came to being knocked out was getting jumped by 4 blacks and 2 white girls in a park..
Walked up, they said whats up what up, I know what that means so I hit them first, busted the dudes face up with one shot then proceeded to get fucking slumped on, I couldn't see anything or anyone it all happens so fast, but I remember looking at one kid, then from behind the smallest guy they were with put one right on my chin.....buckled my legs complelty but I caught my self once I was about to hit the ground. I think deep down I knew I would probably die if I fell to the ground or shit if I got koed idk what they would of done, but after that I manage trip/judo toss one of the guys but I didn't follow them to the ground, the ran off after that.
Another one I had a kid in rubber guard trying to stall out but I was hitting him with little bitch elbows, boom...... Bottle right to the face...
6)Been in quite a few scraps. Never been KOed from a strike (although I've definitely lost some fights lol)
I have lost consciousness twice. Both are funny stories
1. My friends and I were all robotripping, (heavily dose dextromethorphan, commonly found in cough syrup) and this trip makes it feel like when you are walking your knees are flying super high into the air on every step. Also if you jump onto a bed it makes it feel like you are jumping off of a 50 foot cliff and free falling for a good couple seconds before you hit the mattress. We were exploring these odd sensations when my one friend suggested that we do elevators. Elevators is where you purposely hyperventilate yourself Wim Hoff style with your breathing for 60 seconds, and then you take a deep breath and your friend gently chokes you unconscious. You have a vivid 10-15 second hallucination and then you awaken feeling tingly like it is snowing on you. We were doing it one by one for each person, but when it came time to do mine my friend choked me out and I went out earlier than he thought. I'm told I flopped awkwardly to the floor and clipped a door hinge on the way down that cut me. It was a fun time overall, but my injury was pretty sore the following day.
2. My dad came to visit me and we decided to go eat sandwiches. I smoked a joint and then stood in this long ass line. I cracked open an orange juice and drank it, thinking about how what type of sandwich I wanted. I got to the ordering counter, set my OJ down, and said "uh..."
I then wake up to my dad patting me on the forehead. It reminded me of when I was little and he would wake me up for school. I opened my eyes and saw that my dad was older now and that I was in a sandwich shop. Immediately I realized what had happened. "Was I out?" I asked my dad. "Oh yeah." He replies. "You were fighting it on the way down." I sat up and instantly felt fine. I stood up and went to grab my OJ but I realized that I had already drank it all. For some reason that I still do not understand whatsoever, this empty OJ carton infuriated me. I grabbed it, felt that it was empty, crushed it and threw it down onto the ground as hard as I could and yelled "What the FUCK" and then stormed out.
To this day I have no clue what happened or why, and the part that really puzzles me was that none of it was confusing. Most people wake up and ask "what happened?" I somehow knew exactly what happened when I sat up. The empty OJ carton is also very strange. Why did this anger me so greatly? Is there some significance that the OJ had to the experience?
Perhaps the most PROFOUND moment of this experience was afterwards. We went home after eating sandwiches and watched the first episode of the sopranos because my dad was interested. It had been a while since I had seen it, so I had forgotten the plot. If you haven't seen it - basically the protagonist becomes emotionally attached to some ducks that nest in his backyard pool. He feeds them and builds the babies a little ramp so they can climb in and out of the pool. They grow up and then they fly away one day while he is in the backyard barbecuing. He watches them fly away, and then he loses consciousness and falls into the grass. They take him to the hospital but all the tests say that there in nothing physically wrong with him. He goes to a psychiatrist who pinpoints that it was the ducks and the emotional reaction to them leaving that caused his condition, so the rest of the series he is trying to find out what the connection between him and animals exactly is and what operative role it plays in his daily life as a mob boss. I watched this show with my father and I couldn't even believe what I was watching. There was a creek behind my apartment building where a few ducks had landed and bred. I would go out with my dog and observe them. They grew up over the summer, and I wanted to show my dad the ducks. We had gone back to look for them right before we went to get a sandwich and we couldn't find them. 5 minutes later, I lost consciousness inexplicably.
Aliens?
7)10th grade, backyard boxing. Faced off against the guy who was closest to my size (I was 290 at the time, he was 350) I didn't know shit about fighting or boxing or any of that, but I felt like it'd be fun. Bout lasted about two minutes. Basically gassed myself out hitting his body trying to bring one of his hands down from his face. Dropped my hand ONE time and felt a punch to the nose. Fucker hit me so hard, he spun me around and before I could drop he hit me behind the ear three more times while I was standing. I was out for 10 seconds I believe. Got up, felt some blood running from my nose and it's funny because I have a short temper and yet I wasn't mad at the guy. We shook hands, he told me I could take a hell of a punch. I thought he hit me four times total. It was actually about 8 times and I didn't go down till the 6-7th. Fun times. Wish I could go back knowing what I know now though. :lol: Sadly, a year after he was delivering a pizza and he was hit by a car on the driver's side. He didn't die, but he's pretty much paralyzed from the chest down
8)Fuck man, twice and it sucked both times.
First time was in football, sprinting for a fumble and right as i went to dive for it the other guy that dove for it went helmet to helmet, I was out 10 minutes and went back in.
Worst experience I had playing football as it felt like I was running in sand or water, it just felt like i weighed a ton.
Second time, I actually had the chance to hit pads with Rory Mac and my coach and him both said i looked good for where I was at.
Let that go to my head, went to the big boy sparring session and threw a jab, left body hook, and went for a right straight and the guy stepped out of the way and brought his left up into my face and I woke up with grill marks from the cage.
Bibiano was at the gym I was at at the time and apparently he was the only fucking guy who checked on me.
Coach just laughed at me.
Worst knockdown was a body kick from a chick who fought for bodog before they broke all those laws.
She hit me so hard with a spinning kick I was legit convinced my time had come, I made my peace with God and said my goodbyes, then I was able to catch my breath and cry a little.
Best knockout I've done was training some younger guys(I mean 17-19) and this little 5'0 Korean kid was just going 100% trying to put me on my ass and as he stepped forward and I slipped to the side he walked into my knee and was out before he hit the ground.
His dad came sprinting out and yelling at me and then his kid woke up yelling in Korean.
I guess he thought his dad was pissed at him for getting knocked out so he was apologizing profusely once he woke up
9)Last father's day the wifey made me a delicious blue cheese topped medium rare steak and blew me as I ate it, and when my cork popped I came so hard that I honestly blacked of for like 3 seconds immediately Afterward. That's the closest I've come to being ko'd.
Actually that's not true, when I was a teenager I was hotknifing some killer hash and I actually passed out and smashed my head on the counter in my way down. Woke up all blooded and extra fucked up
10)god damnit, i feel left out never have been knocked out.. i honestly think wrestling has saved me in so many fights where I should have gotten demolished by bigger guys..
quick story about the time I should of gotten murked but angels had to have been watching me.
back in college there was this one go to bar/club close to campus, most popular spot during the wk. anyway it was filled w/everyone, from the frats, to athletes, to gangs (on campus was a mix of all 3). so literally this club was like a fight club, every wk there would be brawls between one of those crews and the bouncers (bouncers demolished everyone except wrestlers) we had a nasty wrestling team back then... anyway one of my closest friends transfered to my school, we go out to this club, get smashed and for some reason when we are together we always seem to get into shit. next thing I know we get face to face w/a group of straight lumber jacks, it looked like 2 meat heads wearing flannel but because they were so tall we didn't realize there was like 15 of them. so me and my idiot friend are still ready to go (we would of gotten destroyed but no clue why we actually thought we could win). just before shit is about to go down a group of bouncers comes barreling in and breaks everything up. nothing happens and we leave the club... then me and a different buddy (this one is not nearly as tough as the other) head over to mcdonalds, go to after club spot. my luck the car in front of us is storing 3 of the lumber jack kids from the club. they notice me and all get out of the car. I get out of the car realizing i have no where to run. my friend also gets out of the car and says he is running to the front of the drive through line to get us backup (wtf kind of move was that? till this day I question it). so I have these 3 meatheads walking me down, and then I pull out a clint eastwood cowboy line "you guys wanna dance??.. lets atleast dance one at a time" wtf was I thinking?.. This seem to get them even more fired up, they all start walking me down, surrounding me and literally they are 3feet away each and out of fucking nowhere the same Meat Head Monster bouncers that saved me in the club, come marching from behind me and start barking at the lumber jacks, "get the fuck out of here if you know whats good for you".. or some shit
Anyway, till this day I think about how fucking lucky I got, Ive seen so many ass kickings go down in that mcdonalds parking lot and I definitely would of been in baddd shape.. To those Bouncers, I still owe you beer.
11)In high school I got sucker punched from the left side and cracked my orbital. I beat the brakes off the kid but later got physically ill. I went in to work with a totally jacked up eye but had to leave because I felt like I was about to throw up.
-When I was 12 a 16 year old was pushing me around and stole my hat. "Push me and I will give you your hat back" so I did and got punched in the jaw twice. Hard enough that I still have a dimple on that side but it didn't even phase me. Buddy that witnessed it still believes I cannot be knocked out.
- Once I saw the light after I got mad and threw my 3 ton floor jack into my building and the handle hit me in the back of the head. All I could see for a couple seconds was white light.
So I have never went out but the first one was probably a concussion
12)Kicked solidly in the head on a normal Krav sparring night. I'm not sure it was a "knock out" -- just a bit woozy and certainly went down in a heap. If it had been a sport fight, it would have been a TKO. My opponent had shin guards and I had head gear, but my excuse is that he kicked like a mule. I feel like my days are numbered with "sport" sparring, unless it's against intermediates or other old people. The college kids are getting the better of me and it's depressing. Young guys, my advice is "don't get old'
13)Been knocked on my ass 3 times since i started training but only got knocked out once as a teen.
I was running fast along some short poles that were acting as a border on a side walk, my denim jacket was open and it got tangled in such was that i spun around the damn pole and ran into the wall face first.
Just remember waking up with a huge headache and my worried class mate looking at me.
14)I KOd playing rugby at 25. I got hit right on the temple while making a tackle and I was out. Overall I have had a pretty good chin. I was rucking one time and this guy joined wildly and illegally from the side and blasted me square in the jaw. I actually bit my mouthpiece in half and he cut me all the way dawn to my jawbone, I was spitting out fragments of my teeth and you could actually see my teeth through the laceration. That happened again about 3 years later like right on the same spot, probably because I have a huge amount a scar tissue there.
Fighting I have been good, I am hard to hurt. I did have my retina in my right eye partially detached though while boxing. It didn't hurt really, there was just a huge dark spot in my vision.
15) The only man to ever knock me out was my old man. When I was 10 I was just about as tall as my dad. He always told me anytime I thought I was tough enough to try to take him, to give it go. So one day I looked him eye to eye and put my hands up. I threw a hook to his body and he INSTANTLY threw his straight left that landed on my chin. I went down like a sack of potatoes. The story goes that my mom came running in and freaked out on him. I wouldn't know cause I was on the floor
16) Never been KO'd but one time I was snowboarding and tried to ride down a jib, but my board slid out from underneath me and I cracked the back of my head on the rail. I was wearing a helmet but when I got up my body was tingly all over and I couldn't remember half the day. I ended up having to ride down the rest of the trail, then take another lift and then ride back down another trail to get to first aid, none of which I remember. At first aid the guy working there told me to remember three things; the color red, the number 3, and a pencil. We talked for a little bit and then he asked me to recall the three things, and I couldn't fuckin do it and felt like an idiot. The back of my helmet actually had a nasty crack up the back of it from the fall, so I'm pretty thankful I was wearing it. Shit would've cracked my damn skull open.
17)Never been ko'd in a fight, but have been completely out cold many times due to banging heads in a football game. Worst one ever was senior year I never saw the block coming (trap block) I thought I was about to make a tackle and ended up waking up at halftime. I was out for about 8-10 mins. Kids last name was Marinaro I will never forget he was 325 lbs in high school and went on to be a 4 year starter at michigan and captain of the team, I was 215 lbs. Back then concussions didnt mean a thing, I made 9 more tackles in the second half.....probably why im so fucked up!
18)The closest I ever was to being KOed was back in 1996 when I caught an edge going behind the net and landed hard on my left elbow (didn't even know I broke my humerus). The way I landed had my head bounce off my left shoulder and I saw stars once I got back to the bench and sat down.
I asked the guys on the ice how long I was down (though I might have went out) and they said I just popped right back up, not even a second.
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This January I got into it with 2 guys (father and son) in a truck stop. The son suckered me 3 times (he kept running away after each time) and never even left a mark (my ex actually left a mark when she nailed me after we separated :lol: ), the dad never even landed (one Stockton Slap was all it took to make him bail)...or I didn't feel anything land from him.
Either I've got a hard head or the guy doesn't hit hard.
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Back in 1987 I got suckered by some guy outside a hotel (I was 19) and all that did was cause my lip to bleed a little...not even close to the hockey fall.
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Just remembered a couple of more times that might have resulted in a KO but not for me:
Both were in early 1994 at Marmot Basin Ski Area (Jasper, Alberta).
The first was in January when a buddy and I had hiked from the top of the highest lift to the summit of Marmot Peak and skied some fresh powder. I got a little out of control and think I hit a rock or log under the snow, lost my balance and slammed my temple into my right ski pole grip. Bruised my head a bit, it was hard to fully open my mouth to take big bites when we stopped for lunch, tore the grip off the pole, and left me with straw coloured fluid from my nose (indicative of a cracked skull). I never stopped skiing and played hockey that night.
The second time was in late March or early April...hit a kicker and got thrown higher than expected, landed on my left shoulder and head. Separated my shoulder and sprained my knee once I bounced up, but nothing else.
I must have a REALLY hard head
19) Never been KO'd from a fight or a punch/kick. I attribute it to playing sports non stop as a kid and having really solid neck muscles from hockey/lacrosse and playing contact sports in general. But, I had a straight up panic attack when I took my wife into the hospital to get induced to have the baby.
They kept missing her vein on the IV, and frankly I hate needles. The whole situation got me really anxious and I went into the bathroom to calm down, which was a mistake because it was a very small closed space. I was sitting on the toilet just taking deep breaths to calm down and next thing I know I'm on the floor trembling with no control of my body basically in a shock state, then everything snapped back into gear and I was able to get up. Totally bewildered.
So I guess I KO'd myself?
Our biggest opponent is ourself
20)After training for two weeks at this MMA gym, I got thrown into a smoker with a much bigger, and more experienced, fighter. I got my eye punched shut, got rocked, and got knocked down before they stopped it. I never went out, but my legs did buckle for a second.
21) I forgot, have been knocked out several times.. Used to have this thing where I got light headed out of nowhere, usually when I was laying down and stood up quickly, guess blood rush, not sure.. Then next thing I know Im laying face first on my bedroom floor, or in a hallway, I think once was in the bathroom.. Hasn't happened in a few yrs now but was kind of hilarious, I would be like, yup, going down, nothing I can do now.. No clue how long I was ever out for, maybe seconds, or hours, couldn't tell yah
another alien abduction?
22)A few years ago, I was jerking off hard, afraid that my parents might walk in on me playing with my balls to nude photos of my aunt while I was sitting on the toilet. As I was playing with my piss paddle, my sister walked in. She wanted to help but I refused, instead my cousin helped out. In my haste to get the job done, I slipped off the toilet and hit my head knocking myself out cold
23) It was like 15-20 years ago when I use to live in Okinawa. I was like 10 or 12. Skateboarding to a friends house and there was a very steep hill I had to go down to get to the house. I start getting some speed and I remember a friend lives on the hill and if I should bring him with, I didn't. Two seconds later I get the speed wobbles and the eat it. Don't remember much can except waking up on the road and rolling over slowly. My helmet was like 15 feet away from me and vas are passing without checking to see if I'm okay. I grab my board and walk to his house. Don't knock, just walk in and pass out, which I guess you're not supposed to do after a concussion? Lol wake up, take a shower and the entire left side of my body had road rash down it. Sting like hell
This reminded me of a story of my own..
I used to live in Newark, New Jersey in the 80s but my mother couldnt find a job so we had to move to Reseda, Los Angeles.
I was kind of bummed out, but I decided to try and make the best of it. While I was helping her move the stuff in our new house, i kicked the front door and hit some little prick in the nose.. Oh sorry dude..didnt see u there.. Long story short, I get invited to some beach party.. (sweet.. i get to meet the LA babes, me thinks)..
What time, bud?
9 o' clock friend.
cool.
9:00pm and im there... babes playing football.. I start chatting up some curly blonde haired chicka.. Not even 10 mins pass by and some pricks with motorbikes cruise by.. One of them apparently is my 'girl's' ex.
The lady is being a bitch to him and he only fake smashes her radio cassete player(which was his), but I find it as a perfect opportunity to act like a white knight..
Heey man.. She said go away..
'What's your problem dude?
You are..leave
After a short scuffle and me sucker punching him in the nose, I end up head first on the sand, after a sweet liver kick. Chick is all over me.. ooohh.. are u ok Fr. D. son? I am alright..no sweat.. Dont worry about it.
Finaly, that dude and his friends fuck off.. Next day at school, I beat some fag up, cause he tackled me(no foul) and P.E teacher tells me to leave the stadium. Pretty justified reaction.. I end up having a fit and wanting to go back to Jersey.
everyone stops dealing with me, but I was an utter cunt.. I havent had enough.. We are at a part and these dudes are having a splif in the toilets. I had no contacts, so I was rather pissed off that they were smoking without offerring me any tokes...(even though they didnt know i smoke and they never saw me, as they went to the toilete before I arrived)
It was on,linkers.. I threw the hose in and made them all wet, like.. I march out and they running behind me..
I get on my bike while they are after me with their motorbikes..instead of staying there and facing the consequences of my unprovocated actions, I decided to run away with a fucking bike.. my days..
they threw me down a hill and miraculously i only got a black eye for some reason.. no scratches on legs or arms what so ever. I was never out.. On my way back, I started crying again,cause as u can tell, I was a bitch back then and I threw my bike in the bin.
A tiny chinese middle aged man(the handy man), fixed my bike in a night, even though it seemed to be totalled..
Long story short he taught me how to 'KARATE'. By that I mean that he made me wash and wax his cars, paint his house, wax the fucking floor of his house, build him a small house(for me) and paint the fence.. Dude was a savage.. I was practically his slave.. He'd go fishing..and I'd do all the fuckign choirs.. At the end of the month, he gave me a car. I thought...ok..we are even..booonzaaaaai... What about Karate.. Will I learn how to kick and shit?
Apparently this crazy teaching technique he had, helped me learn how to kick, by using my arms and hands only.. Shit was confusing.. Anyway.. I was ready..
I participated in a tournament with a stolen black belt, beat up the 2 time champ in the finals with a 'fake' crane kick(which 30 years later was re-legitimized by Machida and Anderson+Overeem vs Andrei) and although they were aiming for my injured leg..i was never out.
Handy man told me.. Fr.D son.. I fix.. I make u well.. Fixed my leg and ribs and what not and I won. Won the girl as well.
Good times.. good times..
(there was no pain in that Dojo btw)
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