Have you ever been in a fist fight

I got into a fist fight with a pillow once

Um, maybe just one or two...

All when I was a bit younger though.
As I've gotten older I've realised violence rarely solves anything & these days I'll avoid fighting as much as possible
I'll still defend myself, anyone I care about & anyone who can't defend themselves when it's necessary but that's about it.

One of my most memorable (that's quick enough to type out here anyway) was a fight with two identical twin brothers.

It was at our football clubhouse (AFL - real footy) on awards night & we were maybe 14-15.
These cunts were great players but arrogant & fucking HUGE stocky guys (I was & am a skinny cunt but used to be pretty fiery) for their age so they walked around like their shit didn't stink.
I had a full can of soft drink & one of them had been talking shit all night & then shoved me so I fucking cracked & threw the can at him.
He ducks & it hits his brother fair in the chest.
Of course it was on!
I copped a few good punches but managed to hold my own against both these guys & one of their mates until someone broke the fight up.

Actually, a few fights were at that clubhouse.
One of them started with me getting hit in the head with a 2x4, then getting in a fist fight then somehow getting my head smacked against a brick wall until I was bleeding like a stuck pig. Despite how it sounds it was a pretty even fight but not much fun. Concussions suck

I've also had the shit kicked out of me a few times. Generally, but not always, when I've been outnumbered or at a disadvantage

Well... uh... I'll seem like a wuss compared to everyone's epic-exploding-background-russian-mafia-fights but no. I haven't been in a fist fight.

I only punch people with my sarcastic intellect.

I'd like to use this opportunity to challenge a random person from this site to a fight. They can choose the location, setting and date of the fight. The whole event will be live-streamed so that everybody can witness the raw skills that I posses. Any volunteers???

The last one was a couple of years ago. Me and a mate squared up to 4 or 5 guys in the street and it was going well until more people decided to join in and it ended up just a massive pile on in the middle of a high street, I luckily walked away unhurt but my friend was bleeding from his eyes as someone was trying to gouge them out. The time before that someone called me a cunt so I punched his mate for reasons only drunken me knows and then the first guy knocked me out cold with one punch and a mini riot kicked off in the pub we were in while I was passed out on the floor.

I grew up with brothers, so as a kid, I was in many, many fist fights. I also punched a boy in the face for trying to bully me on the bus. I beat the crap out of a male neighbour for hitting my little brother with a bat.

As an adult, I'm a very non-confrontational and non-violent person. I don't believe in hitting. However, there was one incident at a party where a heavily intoxicated girl just went crazy at me for jokingly making fun of her. She was doing the whole wind-mill, flailing, hair pulling thing...so I just punched her in the face to make it stop. She just fell over and cried. I felt terrible :(

I really do not like to fight and even more, I really really hate to get hurt. Because of that, I have always used my hand to hand combat training to end anything which seems as though it might lead to my getting hurt, IMMEDIATELY.
There are a few single blow strikes that will totally incapacitate someone, but they do come with the risk of that incapacitation being considered manslaughter.
At my age, I'm certainly slower than I was in my youth, but much less likely to be charged with manslaughter of a younger assailant, so I can take my time, absorb a few hits, and strike hard and decisively, to end the altercation.
Sadly, I must admit I do enjoy the look of fear and surprise on the face of some overly aggressive redneck, as he slides to the floor, realizing he won't ever breathe again through his shattered trachea. If he'd only left me alone; ah well, that's life.

I was in a lot in primary school, in a few in my mid to late teens which included my mother's boyfriend at the time. I'll only explain two of them, though. Don't want to take up the whole comment section.

My mother's boyfriend was quite abusive. We were shouting, and I turned around to quit arguing because I was fed up with him. He punched the back of my head, I turned round and laughed at him and said "Really". He got angry at that and tried to tackle me after throwing punches, I punched back, then he got me in a grapple, which I then swept his feet with one of mine and he went down. I got on top of him and had my knee on his shoulders so he couldn't use his arms and had my hands around his neck. He then said something EXTREMLY cliche (This is cringey, I know). He said, "I work in the nuthouse (he worked in a place where he handled violent people with mental disabilities), but you should be the one in there!" Then started laughing at me, which was such a fake laugh. By that point I just started squeezing his neck, choking him. At that point I wasn't even angry, I just felt blank and continued to choke him. He struggled but couldn't get out of me holding him down and choking him and his laughing stopped and he done the typical ":O" face when someone is choking. He then started to cry. My mother and brother were watching the whole time (My brother has issues and was crying and extremely angry and was trying to get in to help meuntil my mum let him look through the door to me on top of him). Apparently they were screaming for me to stop but I wasn't responding and I don't recall that so, meh. I remember just staring at him as he chocked and his face went blue. It took everything for me to realize I was actually on the edge of killing him and if I did I would be fucked. So I got off of him and ran outside for some thinking.

Another time was when the town "tough guy" walked past my friend and he grabbed him by the neck and I peacefully, put my hand between them and said "Alright, cut it out guys", and he pushed me slightly. So I pushed him and he fell. He gets up and punches me, so I grab him, punch him a few times, hit his head off a wall, then he fell to the ground. Then I was on top of him punching him, his brother comes in and boots me in the face a few times, I get up and deal with him, then get back to punching the first one in the face. He kept on saying "Stop, stop, ok it's over, stop. My friends were screaming at me to get off him and to stop because (as they explained later) I was going to kill him. I get up after that, then my friends and I walk away. Only to have an entire group (20-30) people chase us down, which I got to say, was pretty fun. Running through the whole town, back alleys, etc. I got away. It was funny because I hit behind a wall and they walked past. If they turned around they would of seen me, so I was sitting there with my blood running down my nose trying to contain my laughter.

I've never actually lost a fight before, but my time will come I am sure. People looking at my appearance tend to assume I wouldn't be capable of such things, which helps. :P

I lost count a few millennia ago.

Specifically? I trained in Kung Fu, so we were always fighting with one another.

6 and jumped twice.

I only won 2 of the fair fights. But to be fair I was much scrawnier back then (high school era)

One time I took a really bad beating from a football player twice my size. Good times.

Yes,and I won. A friends stupid wife kept hassling this bloke at a pub & just wouldn't stop no matter how much we tried to shut her up. Needless to say it all ended in tears.

Twice every week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, in a controlled environment (I'm a sensei in my own dojo) and once every blue moon in MMA. But I have never fought 'real' people before because i'm better than that and I don't allow myself to get into those kinds of situations.

I was in about four fights with different boys when I was in elementary school. They started it, and I ended it. I also punched my ex husband when I found out he was cheating with a skank from his work.

I've haven't fought with another chick except for sparring in Tae Kwon Do. I've never been in a real catfight in 45 years and I hope to God I never will be!

My own sister slapped me last year about 3 days after and my 44th birthday, and although I didn't hit her back I pinned her ass down to show her what I was working with.
:-)

Nope.

Apart from childhood scrapping with my brother and a few shove-matches, I've somehow managed to avoid getting into a proper fight.

The closest I came was challenging this prick at school who was bullying my friend, and in my head I was all "Fucking yeah, it's on, I'm the Karate Kid, I'm Jackie Chan, I'm going to murder you". And the guy walks off, comes back later on and apologises to me.

I mean... I know that sort of counts as a victory, but I was a little gutted I didn't get to throw a single punch. He was such a dick.

I was working on a group project and basically everyone in my group were lazy assholes, so I passive aggressively did the project by myself and then when I turned in the paper I left their names out and they failed the assignment. This spurred an argument with me and one of the other group members and I told her to go fuck herself, she was already sleeping with half the tristate so that came a bit late. That's the closest I've ever got to wanting to punch someone.

Sorta, guy swung, missed, i choked him out from behind

Also i annoyed a guy too much and he started swinging haymakers, but thanks to my longer arms i deflected all 4 then jumped back as he tripped over bench seats in gym locker room.

Both were in high school, neither i threw my own punch but i kinda won both in my book