Outdoor-Fights

Ive had several outdoor fights from early childhood. Growing up in rural alabama, we often "took it outside". Into the backyard, or if we wanted to get a bit rougher, we'd venture off into the woods so no one would get worried and split us up.

My best ever fight was with my best friend at the age of 15. I wont go into details because im working on writing the experience into a full story, but WHEW.

Went to an international summer retreat (basically summer camp) held in Canada in college. One night a bunch of us were out in a field camping and started a series of wrestling matches out in the forwst. Since we didn’t have gear, we all just wrestled in boxers but it was a great time

way into outdoor wrestling naked on dirt or grass, maybe the best one was the first when i was in middle school, wrestled a kid my age naked in an old little league park, hot, sweaty, cummy.

it typically can break your ego when you finally have to surrender to a hated rival after a long fight, im sure he gave you some extra punishment to punctuate his dominance over you, putting you in your place, less of a man than him,,whimpering out your submission. I hated every surrender I've ever given to a rival,, the look on your rivals face, and you knowing he can do anything he wants at that point, and usually he does at your expense, and you take it without resisting. You become a pussy, his bitch, and you both know it.

I remember one of the best fights I’ve ever had was outdoors. This was several years ago. I belonged to The San Francisco Wrestling Club. We would meet every Saturday Afternoon from 12:00PM on. There was this other member who believed he was better than everyone else. I wasn’t one of his fans. I found him quite irritating. One afternoon near the time everyone would head out he came and set next to me. “What is your fucking problem”? He asked me. “Nothings my problem”! “I just find you to be all talk no action”! I replied. “Fuck you pussy”! “You want fight me”? “I’ll show you who’s all talk”! He muttered to me. We then moved to a corner of the room where no one could hear us talk. The conversation got heated. We got into a bit of a shoving match. Then we agreed that we need to settle our differences. But we couldn’t fight at the club because someone would stop us. He didn’t live that far from me. Since we wanted the fight to have an eventual winner we decided to meet that night around 11:30PM in a playground near our houses. We both showed up at 11:30PM wearing jeans and shirt. A little trash talk ensued before we found ourselves in a clinch. Holding each other up throwing punches to the stomach. With one swoop we found ourselves on the ground tearing into each other. Trash talking, rolling around the grass, punching and planting holds on each other. This is what we wanted a fight to the finish. No one around but us punching and wrestling each other. No one around to stop us from tearing into each other. We fought and wrestled for about 45 minutes. There were periods where each of us had wrestling holds on each other, so there was some lapses in the action. It was about 12:30 or so, and we found ourselves just in Jockstraps. We were fighting so hard that it became a strip match. We were evenly match Doug was 5’10” 175 I was 5’10” 180. Doug was a bit more experienced in wrestling than I. He got me into a submission hold where I had to finally give up. By that time we had been fighting and wrestling for about an hour and a half. We agreed that we had just had a great fight, and that there was a clear winner. Doug and I never became great friends, but there was a mutual respect between us.

That's a great experience!!