Another one that was pretty memorable, I was just a spectator. I was in high school, and this one girl was playing two freshmen off each other. One day, I'm having lunch, and all of a sudden there's this huge roar on the other side of the cafeteria. I look, and the two freshies are going at each other hammer and tongs. Needless to say, the teachers broke it up pretty quickly, and needless to say, both of them got suspended for a week.
The first day back, they settled it OFF school ground. Really good fight - both of them took some solid shots from the other and kept on coming, and some pretty good groundfighting too. Finished with one of them doing a ground and pound until a couple of seniors figured the kid on bottom had had enough and pulled the one on top off of him.
I was doing research at the University library and taking a break in a room in the basement where they had their vending machines. I went to the bathroom, and when I came out of the toilet stall, someone I knew from my martial arts classes took me to the floor and started pounding on me. This was someone I thought had a relatively mild disposition, not someone trying to be a superstud. I'd seen him at the airport before, too, with his mother or grandmother, and he seemed to be pretty nice. But I had to take what he was doing to me on the bathroom floor as a real threat. I'd worked on the sleeperhold extensively with my sparring partners and instructors. I was able to turn him over and put him in one and put him out. I'm not sure what happened after that. I think that was the end of it. On another occasion I was working on an exercise machine at a gym where I belonged, and a guy I talked about wrestling with before came up behind me and put me in a choke hold with one arm around my neck and the other pulling back on it. I was able to get him off. But he got me again when I was doing sit-ups. He almost had me out this time when I fell on the floor and he lost his grip. I knew I had to put an end to it, once and for all. I took him to the floor and put him in an Ezekiel sleeper, where my forearm was on top of his throat and the other hand behind the neck with the hands joined at the elbows. He was jumping around trying to get out, and then he succumbed, and he never bothered me again.
Zero fiction here. So, in middle school there was this guy named John and I developed a fast friendship with him. We would stay up texting each other all night long until we saw each other the next day at school. I'd get under my blankets and call him, too.
I was always excited to get home and talk to him more. Now, I knew for a fact that he beat kids up at school. And because I have been completely bewitched by fights since I was a child, I asked him about his fights. Then he'd tell me these basic details and the I would ask him even more questions.
Like, the smile on my face was way too big around this guy while I listened to him tell me about the the kids he beat up and just him talking in general. I remember putting on a tank top one day just for him and I sat beside him outside as we waited for the first bell to ring.
So, I just remember nudging him a bit with my body while we sat there and I asked., "So, what do you think about fighting me?" And he laughed a bit and was like ...what? And I said, yea I'm all dressed for it already and I elbowed him in a flirty way as I locked eyes with him. I said we could go there by the track after school.
We were interrupted by our friends and John got distracted, which pissed me off. As time went on a bit I got downright frustrated. I started ignoring his texts. When I would answer it would be short. He got mad at me and asked what my problem was. I said you're my problem, John.
I kept being bitchy to him and I would ignore him if front of other boys, trying to make him notice me. This went on but eventually he had enough. We had a science class together and I glared at him as we were getting settled before the teacher got there.
He got up came over to me as I kept my gaze on him. I got up from my chair as he got closer and I stumbled and before I knew it he had my shirt in his hands and he had me pushed up against the wall.
I just looked into his eyes waiting for him to punch me as the kids were there yelling at us, cheering for us to fight. My hands were softly wrapped around his wrists.
He said he was going to beat me up after school and then he pushed me harder into the wall before he let me go. We glared at each other throughout the rest of the period.
After school, we met up outside of the school outside and down the stairs where it was at least a bit secluded. I watched him come down the steps and my heart was pounding.
We got in the grass and took off our shirts and started throwing fists. His first few punches rocked me and I could feel the skin on my face get hot and pressure build up. I saw my blood dripping a bit. I jabbed him in the face a couple of times and it staggered him and busted his lips open.
I got closer to him and he grabbed my hair and dragged me across the yard and down to the ground. He got on top of me and started punching me in the face. I kept trying to grab his arms but I couldn't and I just stopped. He hit me a few more times as laid there motionless and then he quit beating me up.
I heard the kids telling him that he got me and that he needed to go before he got caught. We both got in a lot of trouble and I was banned from ever seeing or talking to him again by my parents. I remember crying so hard because I lost him as a friend because his parents made him move schools.
I think I remember so much about these fights is because this...whatever this is, is so deep in my DNA, that it is more or less who I am as a person. Not completely but overwhelmingly so.
And I really don't know why. Like when I was a kid and saw these fights, I got really excited and nervous. Like it would flush me and make me shake a bit. It makes? Allows? me to remember these details. I can remember them way back. This was like in 4th grade...This kid, Barry got beat up so bad and I remember him crying and I actually had to turn my head because it made me feel way too intense. I remember he sounded and what his face looked like to this day. Made me feel crazy inside!
Yeah, that's amazing. I can remember things that happened in my childhood, but not in so much detail. Do you remember other things as well or is it just fighting?
I can recall some things, but they are far hazier than anything that revolves around fighting. I definitely don't retain that with other stuff. It's so weird!
However, it happens your recall of fights is excellent. When did your own fights become a part of your life? How did you get into sleeperholds and how did they become a part of your regular fights? I can remember the times I've been KO-ed and by whom, and always looked back on them with pleasure. I'd like a match with you ending in a sleeperhold if that were possible.
OK so you asked for a true story
this sounds like fiction it's not ...
So whilst in school 13-14 years of age - if and when we forgot our games kit the games master would make is strip to our pants providing there was at least two of us .
and put the mats out and wrestle in the Gym on occasions the girls were in there and they absolutely loved it
screaming and laughing
now for me this was then most humiliating as I was always on the bottom it seemed - I realise now the games tutor obviously got a lot of pleasure out of this , they were real fights and I remember being batterd and bruised afterwards.
The games tutor and the girls mistress were both stood together watching and enjoying the fights
those were my first ever wrestling experiences , and on reflection we must of enjoyed it as we frequently forgot our kit !!
the fights always ended on command with a classic pin with a tap on one occasion my mate actually sat full weight on my head and the sight of those girls looking on laughing at my predicament still rocks my boat ..
Happy Days
I recall I’d left school and moved to Sydney for work. I was living in a boarding house with lots of other blokes, occasionally there was a fun wrestle between two of you but nothing much really.
I was training in martial arts at the time. One Friday night everyone had gone for weekend and the place was pretty empty. I was sitting watching TV and happened to stir one of the girls who lived in the house attached. He said something dismissive and I said “Who else am I going to train with?” To my shock and excitement this dark headed fair skinned guy said, “I’ll train with you.” Couldn’t say ok quick enough.
He went put some shorts and a T shirt on and met in my room. I was similarly dressed. We chatted briefly about what type of training and a wrestle was decided.
I was pretty shy but I said, let’s take off our shirts.
With that we stripped and submission wrestled for over an hour. It was very memorable but didn’t lead to anything further. I moved out not long after and lost contact with the cute wrestling partner.
I still think about him and hope he’s as sexy now as he was then. Still enjoy reminiscing 💦
I started wrestling a school friend at his house. We both used to watch World of Sport on a Saturday and started acting out some of the moves.
We both enjoyed it and were good mates but one day he got really pissed off with me and the play fighting got more real. He was going for it, trying to hurt me or pin me hard. I gave as good as I got and eventually straddled his waist and got his arms pinned.
"What the fuck was that about" i spat at him.
I felt him relax and stop struggling then felt his cock against me, rock hard.
I just moved my position back, let go of his arms and we both pulled our shorts down and wanked.
had a really good friend at school until we fell out for some reason (can’t remember). The fall out became nasty and i was always hanging around waiting to fight him. He never wanted it until one day he got so pissed off he agreed. This went round our school year like wildfire and we arranged to meet in a local park away from school and not in uniform. He was cute and i secretly fancied him and even more so when he turned up in a pair of very tight jeans showing off everything. I was also in jeans and a t and a few of the other kids in the year came along for the fun. Our fight was pretty brutal for two 15 year olds. I remember a lot of hair pulling and punching and slapping and a lot of verbal. and a lot of cheering from the guys that were watching. He was a big boxing fan and i was well into wrestling (thanks to sat afternoons on the telly!) so the fight was a mix of both with anything else thrown in. it didn’t last long but long enough for us to come away bruised and battered. I know we were both rock solid during the fight (it was easy to spot!) but never did anything about it. Reckon we both wanted to but as repressed teenagers it just wasn’t gonna happen. There was no winner. we just ran out of stamina and stopped. I remember him shaking my hand as he walked away. All i wanted to do was rub my hard cock against his and make him cum. Next day at school it was as if it had never happened except i had a black eye. I’d told my parents i’d walked into a door and when the teacher asked i said the same thing. He and i sort of made up and hung around a bit but our fight was never mentioned by either of us again.
Similar situation. Had a friend in middle school - we were friends for about a year and a half before we had a falling out which resulted in a fist fight in his backyard. Just us, but we went to town on each other. When it was over (we both ran out of gas), he had a bloody nose and I was one large bruise.
I used to meet my friend from school in his bedroom for a headscissor,crotch to face session.
We were around 16 or 17.
He used to put straight headscissors on me on the bus from school.
One day he telephoned me and said he wanted to wrestle.
On previous meets we had both worn high waister trousers with the 3 buttons at the top.They were both too small for us which made our crotches massive.
On this occasion he spilled a soft drink on mine by accident(on purpose)!
I removed them and wore a pair of briefs.
I got him in my special crotch to face smother,69 position and me on top.
On previous meetings I had grinded my crotch over his face and had cum whilst wearing my high waister trousers.
Today he started to finger my arse whilst I grinded and I could see he was hard in his trousers.He took off his trousers and wore briefs also.
He then rolled me over so he was on top and tried to force his cock into my mouth.
I struggled against him and managed to roll him back underneath me.I then came in my briefs and felt so guilty I dashed home!
My friend is married with kids and is now a grand father but I always remember this wrestling session.
Me and this boy were forced to be friends cuz our mothers were friends. For years we tolerated eachother. Then one day when I was 13 and he was 11 we were playfully wrestling in the pool when for some reason I decided to really hurt him with a submission. He screamed in agony and I immediately let go and apologized. I could see he was fuming and he didn’t hesitate to clench his fist and punch me right in the cheek. Twice. Then he grabbed me by my hair with both fists and pulled me underwater. It happened so quick it was hard to process at first but when he grabbed my hair I instinctively clenched two fists of his blonde hair. Until the lifeguards separated us, we slapped, kicked, scratched, called one another a bitch and punched eachother as much as possible without letting go of eachothers hair. We never were forced to hang out again haha.
When I was about 10 I had a fight at school with a lad who scratched my face quite badly. In those days (late 1960's) you fought a clean fight and only used your fists. I don't remember anything else about the fight but when i got back to the classroom I was scared I'd be in trouble with the teacher who was a formidable man who scared us kids. He looked at the state of my face and asked "have you been fighting?", me; "yes sir", him "did you win?", me "yes sir", him "good lad!" And nothing more was said!
I suspect these days there'd be all sorts of bother.
That's a good memory and I agree back then you did fight clean just bare fists although I recall the odd few dirty wrestling matches/ground fights and certainly the teacher's attitude was excellent! These days no chance knives and hell knows what else might come into play and oh man the bother doesn't bear thinking about - much same as 2 teens/adults fighting (must be similar age to you but I'd guess you are 10 or so years younger as I was fighting as a biker in my late teens in late 60's - 2 guys could fight then as hard and long as they could and that was that; these days?? you already said it!!
JiminQueens2 (78)
7/19/2025 6:51 PMAnother one that was pretty memorable, I was just a spectator. I was in high school, and this one girl was playing two freshmen off each other. One day, I'm having lunch, and all of a sudden there's this huge roar on the other side of the cafeteria. I look, and the two freshies are going at each other hammer and tongs. Needless to say, the teachers broke it up pretty quickly, and needless to say, both of them got suspended for a week.
The first day back, they settled it OFF school ground. Really good fight - both of them took some solid shots from the other and kept on coming, and some pretty good groundfighting too. Finished with one of them doing a ground and pound until a couple of seniors figured the kid on bottom had had enough and pulled the one on top off of him.
NickNoMercy (0)
7/19/2025 7:29 PM(In reply to this)
Wow. Ngl, I would have loved to have watched that. Sounds intense af! Good job to both of them.
JiminQueens2 (78)
7/19/2025 8:17 PM(In reply to this)
Yeah, even the guy who lost's rep was made after that.
NickNoMercy (0)
7/19/2025 9:57 PM(In reply to this)
Hell yes. Love that!
jwest1111 (0)
7/19/2025 5:00 PMI was doing research at the University library and taking a break in a room in the basement where they had their vending machines. I went to the bathroom, and when I came out of the toilet stall, someone I knew from my martial arts classes took me to the floor and started pounding on me. This was someone I thought had a relatively mild disposition, not someone trying to be a superstud. I'd seen him at the airport before, too, with his mother or grandmother, and he seemed to be pretty nice. But I had to take what he was doing to me on the bathroom floor as a real threat. I'd worked on the sleeperhold extensively with my sparring partners and instructors. I was able to turn him over and put him in one and put him out. I'm not sure what happened after that. I think that was the end of it. On another occasion I was working on an exercise machine at a gym where I belonged, and a guy I talked about wrestling with before came up behind me and put me in a choke hold with one arm around my neck and the other pulling back on it. I was able to get him off. But he got me again when I was doing sit-ups. He almost had me out this time when I fell on the floor and he lost his grip. I knew I had to put an end to it, once and for all. I took him to the floor and put him in an Ezekiel sleeper, where my forearm was on top of his throat and the other hand behind the neck with the hands joined at the elbows. He was jumping around trying to get out, and then he succumbed, and he never bothered me again.
NickNoMercy (0)
7/19/2025 7:28 PM(In reply to this)
Damn! Good for you for standing up and putting those guys down. Tap or nap...hopefully both! GGs!
NickNoMercy (0)
7/19/2025 4:44 AMZero fiction here. So, in middle school there was this guy named John and I developed a fast friendship with him. We would stay up texting each other all night long until we saw each other the next day at school. I'd get under my blankets and call him, too.
I was always excited to get home and talk to him more. Now, I knew for a fact that he beat kids up at school. And because I have been completely bewitched by fights since I was a child, I asked him about his fights. Then he'd tell me these basic details and the I would ask him even more questions.
Like, the smile on my face was way too big around this guy while I listened to him tell me about the the kids he beat up and just him talking in general. I remember putting on a tank top one day just for him and I sat beside him outside as we waited for the first bell to ring.
So, I just remember nudging him a bit with my body while we sat there and I asked., "So, what do you think about fighting me?" And he laughed a bit and was like ...what? And I said, yea I'm all dressed for it already and I elbowed him in a flirty way as I locked eyes with him. I said we could go there by the track after school.
We were interrupted by our friends and John got distracted, which pissed me off. As time went on a bit I got downright frustrated. I started ignoring his texts. When I would answer it would be short. He got mad at me and asked what my problem was. I said you're my problem, John.
I kept being bitchy to him and I would ignore him if front of other boys, trying to make him notice me. This went on but eventually he had enough. We had a science class together and I glared at him as we were getting settled before the teacher got there.
He got up came over to me as I kept my gaze on him. I got up from my chair as he got closer and I stumbled and before I knew it he had my shirt in his hands and he had me pushed up against the wall.
I just looked into his eyes waiting for him to punch me as the kids were there yelling at us, cheering for us to fight. My hands were softly wrapped around his wrists.
He said he was going to beat me up after school and then he pushed me harder into the wall before he let me go. We glared at each other throughout the rest of the period.
After school, we met up outside of the school outside and down the stairs where it was at least a bit secluded. I watched him come down the steps and my heart was pounding.
We got in the grass and took off our shirts and started throwing fists. His first few punches rocked me and I could feel the skin on my face get hot and pressure build up. I saw my blood dripping a bit. I jabbed him in the face a couple of times and it staggered him and busted his lips open.
I got closer to him and he grabbed my hair and dragged me across the yard and down to the ground. He got on top of me and started punching me in the face. I kept trying to grab his arms but I couldn't and I just stopped. He hit me a few more times as laid there motionless and then he quit beating me up.
I heard the kids telling him that he got me and that he needed to go before he got caught. We both got in a lot of trouble and I was banned from ever seeing or talking to him again by my parents. I remember crying so hard because I lost him as a friend because his parents made him move schools.
jwest1111 (0)
7/19/2025 4:06 PM(In reply to this)
That's a great true story! It's amazing you remember so many details from way back then. Any idea why you'd like fighting so much from an early age?
NickNoMercy (0)
7/19/2025 4:52 PM(In reply to this)
I think I remember so much about these fights is because this...whatever this is, is so deep in my DNA, that it is more or less who I am as a person. Not completely but overwhelmingly so.
And I really don't know why. Like when I was a kid and saw these fights, I got really excited and nervous. Like it would flush me and make me shake a bit. It makes? Allows? me to remember these details. I can remember them way back. This was like in 4th grade...This kid, Barry got beat up so bad and I remember him crying and I actually had to turn my head because it made me feel way too intense. I remember he sounded and what his face looked like to this day. Made me feel crazy inside!
jwest1111 (0)
7/19/2025 5:04 PM(In reply to this)
Yeah, that's amazing. I can remember things that happened in my childhood, but not in so much detail. Do you remember other things as well or is it just fighting?
NickNoMercy (0)
7/19/2025 5:40 PM(In reply to this)
I can recall some things, but they are far hazier than anything that revolves around fighting. I definitely don't retain that with other stuff. It's so weird!
jwest1111 (0)
7/19/2025 6:48 PM(In reply to this)
However, it happens your recall of fights is excellent. When did your own fights become a part of your life? How did you get into sleeperholds and how did they become a part of your regular fights? I can remember the times I've been KO-ed and by whom, and always looked back on them with pleasure. I'd like a match with you ending in a sleeperhold if that were possible.
JiminQueens2 (78)
7/19/2025 6:30 PM(In reply to this)
I actually have a ridiculous memory. I've started looking forward to the eye-rolls from my family whenever I say, "Do you remember...?"
NickNoMercy (0)
7/19/2025 6:44 PM(In reply to this)
Hhahahah! Love this!
sandman1961 (1)
2/11/2023 9:23 AMOK so you asked for a true story
this sounds like fiction it's not ...
So whilst in school 13-14 years of age - if and when we forgot our games kit the games master would make is strip to our pants providing there was at least two of us .
and put the mats out and wrestle in the Gym on occasions the girls were in there and they absolutely loved it
screaming and laughing
now for me this was then most humiliating as I was always on the bottom it seemed - I realise now the games tutor obviously got a lot of pleasure out of this , they were real fights and I remember being batterd and bruised afterwards.
The games tutor and the girls mistress were both stood together watching and enjoying the fights
those were my first ever wrestling experiences , and on reflection we must of enjoyed it as we frequently forgot our kit !!
the fights always ended on command with a classic pin with a tap on one occasion my mate actually sat full weight on my head and the sight of those girls looking on laughing at my predicament still rocks my boat ..
Happy Days
westsydwrestler (17)
1/25/2023 7:03 AMI recall I’d left school and moved to Sydney for work. I was living in a boarding house with lots of other blokes, occasionally there was a fun wrestle between two of you but nothing much really.
I was training in martial arts at the time. One Friday night everyone had gone for weekend and the place was pretty empty. I was sitting watching TV and happened to stir one of the girls who lived in the house attached. He said something dismissive and I said “Who else am I going to train with?” To my shock and excitement this dark headed fair skinned guy said, “I’ll train with you.” Couldn’t say ok quick enough.
He went put some shorts and a T shirt on and met in my room. I was similarly dressed. We chatted briefly about what type of training and a wrestle was decided.
I was pretty shy but I said, let’s take off our shirts.
With that we stripped and submission wrestled for over an hour. It was very memorable but didn’t lead to anything further. I moved out not long after and lost contact with the cute wrestling partner.
I still think about him and hope he’s as sexy now as he was then. Still enjoy reminiscing 💦
Eastcoast555 (1)
1/25/2023 11:28 AM(In reply to this)
I started wrestling a school friend at his house. We both used to watch World of Sport on a Saturday and started acting out some of the moves.
We both enjoyed it and were good mates but one day he got really pissed off with me and the play fighting got more real. He was going for it, trying to hurt me or pin me hard. I gave as good as I got and eventually straddled his waist and got his arms pinned.
"What the fuck was that about" i spat at him.
I felt him relax and stop struggling then felt his cock against me, rock hard.
I just moved my position back, let go of his arms and we both pulled our shorts down and wanked.
That was just the start.....
jeansscrapper (1)
1/24/2023 7:01 PMhad a really good friend at school until we fell out for some reason (can’t remember). The fall out became nasty and i was always hanging around waiting to fight him. He never wanted it until one day he got so pissed off he agreed. This went round our school year like wildfire and we arranged to meet in a local park away from school and not in uniform. He was cute and i secretly fancied him and even more so when he turned up in a pair of very tight jeans showing off everything. I was also in jeans and a t and a few of the other kids in the year came along for the fun. Our fight was pretty brutal for two 15 year olds. I remember a lot of hair pulling and punching and slapping and a lot of verbal. and a lot of cheering from the guys that were watching. He was a big boxing fan and i was well into wrestling (thanks to sat afternoons on the telly!) so the fight was a mix of both with anything else thrown in. it didn’t last long but long enough for us to come away bruised and battered. I know we were both rock solid during the fight (it was easy to spot!) but never did anything about it. Reckon we both wanted to but as repressed teenagers it just wasn’t gonna happen. There was no winner. we just ran out of stamina and stopped. I remember him shaking my hand as he walked away. All i wanted to do was rub my hard cock against his and make him cum. Next day at school it was as if it had never happened except i had a black eye. I’d told my parents i’d walked into a door and when the teacher asked i said the same thing. He and i sort of made up and hung around a bit but our fight was never mentioned by either of us again.
JiminQueens2 (78)
5/26/2025 7:59 PM(In reply to this)
Similar situation. Had a friend in middle school - we were friends for about a year and a half before we had a falling out which resulted in a fist fight in his backyard. Just us, but we went to town on each other. When it was over (we both ran out of gas), he had a bloody nose and I was one large bruise.
Fig4headscizzors (5 )
1/24/2023 3:46 PMI used to meet my friend from school in his bedroom for a headscissor,crotch to face session.
We were around 16 or 17.
He used to put straight headscissors on me on the bus from school.
One day he telephoned me and said he wanted to wrestle.
On previous meets we had both worn high waister trousers with the 3 buttons at the top.They were both too small for us which made our crotches massive.
On this occasion he spilled a soft drink on mine by accident(on purpose)!
I removed them and wore a pair of briefs.
I got him in my special crotch to face smother,69 position and me on top.
On previous meetings I had grinded my crotch over his face and had cum whilst wearing my high waister trousers.
Today he started to finger my arse whilst I grinded and I could see he was hard in his trousers.He took off his trousers and wore briefs also.
He then rolled me over so he was on top and tried to force his cock into my mouth.
I struggled against him and managed to roll him back underneath me.I then came in my briefs and felt so guilty I dashed home!
My friend is married with kids and is now a grand father but I always remember this wrestling session.
BenfromBritain (0)
1/24/2023 4:37 PM(In reply to this)
Sounds like a brilliant experience
baltimoredude29 (0)
1/23/2023 1:05 PMMe and this boy were forced to be friends cuz our mothers were friends. For years we tolerated eachother. Then one day when I was 13 and he was 11 we were playfully wrestling in the pool when for some reason I decided to really hurt him with a submission. He screamed in agony and I immediately let go and apologized. I could see he was fuming and he didn’t hesitate to clench his fist and punch me right in the cheek. Twice. Then he grabbed me by my hair with both fists and pulled me underwater. It happened so quick it was hard to process at first but when he grabbed my hair I instinctively clenched two fists of his blonde hair. Until the lifeguards separated us, we slapped, kicked, scratched, called one another a bitch and punched eachother as much as possible without letting go of eachothers hair. We never were forced to hang out again haha.
Tynesider (82)
8/06/2016 9:46 PMWhen I was about 10 I had a fight at school with a lad who scratched my face quite badly. In those days (late 1960's) you fought a clean fight and only used your fists. I don't remember anything else about the fight but when i got back to the classroom I was scared I'd be in trouble with the teacher who was a formidable man who scared us kids. He looked at the state of my face and asked "have you been fighting?", me; "yes sir", him "did you win?", me "yes sir", him "good lad!" And nothing more was said!
I suspect these days there'd be all sorts of bother.
MudFighterMel (0)
1/24/2023 1:12 AM(In reply to this)
That's a good memory and I agree back then you did fight clean just bare fists although I recall the odd few dirty wrestling matches/ground fights and certainly the teacher's attitude was excellent! These days no chance knives and hell knows what else might come into play and oh man the bother doesn't bear thinking about - much same as 2 teens/adults fighting (must be similar age to you but I'd guess you are 10 or so years younger as I was fighting as a biker in my late teens in late 60's - 2 guys could fight then as hard and long as they could and that was that; these days?? you already said it!!