Yes, but it's been a very long time. I've never been involved in a street fight (except when intervening to break a couple of fights up) as an adult, since I'm not too keen on getting a criminal record. The last (and only) major fight which I fought happened when I was 11yrs old (measuring in at roughly 4'8" and weighing in at around 7 stones). My opponent was a well-built (visibly muscular, but also somewhat hefty- probably on steroids) adult male who was roughly 6' tall and must have weighed at least twice as much as I did. He was the one who initiated the fight, without any provocation or warning, by blind-punching me to the head at point blank range; his blow carried enough power and momentum to knock me into the air, off my feet, clean through a half-inch thick pane of sheet glass in the door frame of the local corner shop where we'd both been standing in the queue, and out into the street.
Nonetheless, I still managed to pull off the mid-air acrobatics needed to land on my feet, in a prepared fighting stance facing my attacker. My attacker immediately (within a second or two) came out into the street after me to continue his attack. He threw several punches, but the opening blow would be the only one he'd manage to land in the whole fight, as I managed to block, parry and dodge all of the others. I also launched several swift counter-attacks of my own each time, all of which were perfectly placed- including a bicycle kick to his face, which bloodied his nose and sent him staggering back against the shop window. By this stage, a large crowd of a few dozen spectators from the shop and the surrounding area had assembled, around half of whom were also kids on the way back home from school- and with the vast majority of them now in hysterics, laughing their heads off at the beefcake who was getting owned in combat by a scrawny little kid, my attacker backed off, turned away and fled in shame. I subsequently shrugged it off, picked my schoolbag back up off the ground, and ignoring the crowd, I calmly walked the rest of the way back home (around four minutes away) without a word.
Unsurprisingly, I was never challenged to a street fight again by anyone else in my neighbourhood ever again, where I still reside to this day. Unfortunately though, the consummate ease of my victory meant that even though literally everyone who went to school with me ended up knowing about it, it didn't make me cool or popular- in fact, it had the exact opposite effect. From then on, literally every bully in the school would repeatedly lay into me in the classes and out on the playground, using me as a punching bag and beating me up time and time again, effectively attempting to provoke a Hulk episode from me. I always did a perfect job of restraining myself from fighting back (knowing that they were unskilled weaklings who I could potentially hospitalize or kill with a single move), and never physically retaliated against any of them (I'd been told never to engage in fights at school by my parents, so I honored their wishes and never did). And I gave up on reporting them after the teachers repeatedly let them off scott-free for pounding my head into the concrete, while simultaneously suspending me for as long as a month for having had the bold audacity to bruise their delicate and tender knuckles with my face.
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