The whole key to a fight is throwing the first punch.
When I played 'Survivor', I sat back many times and marveled that no one had gotten into a real physical altercation. With all the backbiting, lies, and lack of food, a fight didn't sound far off base, considering the strained and fragile emotions.
I try to catch them right on the tip of his nose, because I try to punch the bone into the brain.
[On political campaigns:] Get an elbow, give an elbow.
You can't out-wrestle me. You can't out-strike me. You don't have more power than me.
… a knife fight
When a bully pulls your hair, you punch him in the face.
I lost six months of work due to throwing open punches and took a punch on the chin.
I'm gonna knock people out.
I've got a right to knock down anybody holding a bat.
Punch me in the face, I'll punch you twice as hard.
I had to beat him up in front of everybody for threatening me.
I'll open up a can of whoop-ass on you!
I was just fighting dwarves then hit my knee really hard.
It's only boxing, don't worry about it. Let's get it on!
The only methods we shall employ will be English ones. The good old English fist.
Often called Blackshirts
When I was a small boy, if we had a problem, we would fight about it with our fists. We wouldn't shoot somebody, killing them or wounding them. That's not hard to do. I would like people to put down the guns. If you have a problem, talk about it or fight about it.
I could definitely take someone out with my bare hands.
My best moment? I have a lot of good moments but the one I prefer is when I kicked the hooligan.
He knows I'm brutal. He's knows I can punch hard. He knows if I connect on his chin, at any one moment, 12 three minute rounds, he's going to be in serious trouble. If he's not on the floor, his legs will do a funny dance.
Female violence is a specific brand of ferocity. It's invasive. A girlfight is all teeth and hair, spit and nails - a much more fearsome thing to watch than two dudes clobbering each other.
I have just come from a couple of raids, where we had a very lively time, and some of them had to pull their guns. I found it necessary to punch a few sports myself.
If one of my players ever wants to hit me, he better do it really hard because otherwise, I'll find a rock, a stick, or a piece of wood - and believe me, it's gonna be a brawl.
Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.” The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in her perfectly arranged hair.
They jumped on us. They were the aggressor. They had us on our heels from the beginning.
