Let's hear stories of how you tuned someone up that deserved it!

A long time ago, I had just started teaching boxing but was still only 27 years old. It was kind of regular for me to get the call to spar some of the bigger guys; I am 6' and a bit under 3", weighed then (and now) 185-90. These kids were 18-20, weighed 220-240 and were getting ready for tournaments or to turn pro.
One friday night, they asked me to go a couple with this kid that was working up to his first pro fight. He was maybe a couple inches shorter than I, but he weighed at least 210, 215. I'd watched this kid around the gym all week and noticed some things he did all the time, so I agreed to do 3 rounds with him.
What he did was, every time he jabbed, his right hand flared out, and he was very square in his stance. Another thing he did, a little skip step to set up his right hand. his feet were different when he only jabbed, as opposed to the 1-2.
We move around a bit, he jabs and I stuff him with my jab. Then again. As the round goes on, I realize that i can kill this guy, just with my left hand. Just jabbing. I almost wet my pants seeing myself hooking off the jab in the 2nd, and throwing the right in the 3rd.
Alas, we only sparred one round. And he never turned pro.

 

When I was in my mid teens I took up boxing and had been going to the gym for a few months and was coming along nicely according to my coach. I had always known how to hold my own, but being in better shape and learning skills really paid off.


I had gotten 2 pair of Everlast 12 oz. boxing gloves one year for Christmas and one of my female cousins had a boyfriend that was 18 at the time and he challenged me to a bit of sparring claiming he'd go easy on me. We laced up the gloves and got to it in my uncles huge back yard. After less than a round I noticed every time I threw out a jab, he'd jab, so I feinted a jab and when he threw out his slower jab I ducked under it and fired a hard, straight right to his solar plexus. He folded like a cheap suit and didn't get up for several minutes.

My cousin freaked out because he couldn't get his breath for what must have looked like an eternity to her as he was writhing on the ground gasping for air. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a fish out of water. He never again challenged me though.

 

Here's another one. Only this time I got a nice lesson in boxing. I related this story once in here a while back but it is lost in the collection of posts now.

The gym I was boxing out of had a nice mix of kids, but only 3-4 that were my size so we wound up sparring each other a lot and the coach decided to head to another gym in N.O. to spar with different guys.

When it was my turn I climbed into the ring and took 3 rounds with one of the gyms boxers that had already gone a couple rounds with one of our other guys. This guy was my age but light years ahead of me in talent and stamina. Before the third round ended I was breathing out of every pore in my body trying to catch air and he was just tooling along.

Long story short, this guy was "Teenage Tony Licata", pride of St. Mary's gym in the French Quarter and he went on to have a decent pro career amassing a record of 60 wins, 7 losses and 4 draws and once fighting Carlos Monzon for the middleweight title. Unfortunately, Tony lost that one, but he was considered on of the finest to come out of N.O.

 

i thought that was quite cruel, last thing you ever needed to do was rock him, especially in front of his mother. Dont get why you couldnt have treated it like a sparring session and just done the usual if you're better than him anyway. If you outbox the guy and make him look clueless there honestly is no point in hurting him, let alone in front of his mother. just my 2 cents.

the other ones are well deserved though. First guy especially, ive never been so pleased to listen to a story like that, guy sounds like a complete douuchee

 

This time last year I came back after over a year off and was just getting into training lightly, and was in bad shape. There was a guy that I worked with at the time who is a huge boxing fan and a major first class douchebag lying sack of ****. Basically the kind of guy who ****s everyone else over to advance at their expense. Also, he had what I call the Floyd Mayweather complex. Their personalities were the exact same.

Anyway, he was fat. Former football player, probably like 5'8 180. (I was 6'0 175.) He knew I boxed and would go on about how his uncle or whatever taught him how to box and how he whooped so many asses in streetfights and always wanted to be a boxer etc. Basically I used to **** with him about anything and everything at work because it would provoke Floyd-esque rants which were hilarious, but once he found out I was back in training he would come back with challenges or tell me how he'd whoop my ass, so I kept telling him alright, come on in and do it.

After about a month of getting **** from me and everyone else he decided to come in and take the beginners class, and agreed to spar me after class. I bet him that for every round he could last he got $20 and if he could put me down I'd give him $100, but if he got dropped he got nothing. After class my coach had me in with another guy who had about 20lb on me but was a sparring virgin, so I went really easy because I'm a nice man all the time with happy feelings. Then as per our agreement, the coach killed me with a pushup workout and then retrieved my victim for 3x2:00 rounds.

Dude comes flying at me with this angry look on his face throwing overhand street punches with his little t-rex arms, so I just backpedaled and jabbed him HARD. At on point he came in so hard that when I backed away he fell flat on his face flailing like a swimmer out of water. Once he slowed down a little I backed him up and blasted him with a hard straight right and saw his legs kind of wobble, so I went in like I was about to do it again and instead looped a right uppercut to the body and heard all the air go out of him. He grabbed me to stay up. The rest of the round I jabbed him and figured I'd torture him til the third, but after the first round he was so gassed the coach told us we were only doing one more round, 1:00.

Played around with him for the round and looked up and saw 8 seconds left, so I stepped in, bumped him with my shoulder and came over the top with a short overhand right. Saw his legs wobble again and followed it up with a left uppercut-overhand right-left hook. Missed the left hook cause that mother****er was on his ass. Even as he fell over he was saying "TRIP!" In the end he hit me a total of zero times. Afterward he was still going on about how it was a 'trip' and not a KD. I was like "Dude, of course it was a trip. That's what happens when you lose control of your body due to being punched in the face repeatedly."

Anyhow turns out the bodyshot I gave him ****ed his ribs and the doctor had him on no physical activity for a month I'll add that I've never gotten a deserved beating because I tend to be respectful to other people in the gym.

 

I was about like 15 years old yeah, and these gang of about 5 big mans come up to me and said that they is gonna knock me spark out yeah. I ****ing said to the pussies,"I'll take you all on one at a time if ya tink ya tough."

Them mans all beat me up one at a time.

 

Some mean ****ers here.
Well let me say that im usually nice and all but this one guy who came in,some steroid boybuilder ****er,braging this and that bla bla.
And alright couple of training later he really got under my ****ing skin with all his bull**** and he wanted to spar,and i said lets go.He was swinging wild like a mother****er,i just backpedaled and jabed my way out of danger.In a minute and so he was purple in the face how gassed he was and then i just went for he body really hard to get his hands down,after that it was easy pickings with uppercuts and hooks.Needles to say it was over b4 the first round.
ofc later one he said that it would be different on the streets and how he ran out of gas and it will be different in the future.
never came back.

 

Honestly, not holding back at all like that is an overreaction. A schooling is often sufficient to destroy any delusions.

Good of you to recognize it.

That other guy was a twat. But it sounds like you beat him pretty bad too.

 

A lad with no boxing experience turned up in the gym one night. I'd been boxing about 3 years by this point, he was about my size and a little bit older. Lad was an arse, had threatened to stab me etc etc outside of the gym. He was a bully and did this with a lot of people. I hear him and his mate talking about how he could do me and when the coach asked who was sparring he snapped at the chance, despite this being his first night. I explained the situation to the coach and was allowed in the ring with him. For about 10 seconds I landed a few bombs on him and then the coach called time. He left never to be seen again and now walks past me looking at the ground.

 

I used to teach grappling once a fortnight at a TKD school (eww) and there was one guy there who had a huge chip on his shoulder. I'm not sure if he genuinely had a problem with me, if he thought he was being funny or what was going through his head, really. He would always talk ****, second guess everything, make snide comments, whatever. I don't have so much of a problem with the talking, but he would carry that over into sparring.

He'd always go way too hard, even on some of the younger guys that trained there (he was well into his 30s, and there were kids as young as 15 there). I'd told him countless times to relax and flow through the training, and that going as hard as he was going wasn't going to teach him or his training partners anything. He'd just nod and say 'yeah, yeah' and keep going just as hard.

Even when I'd wrestle with him, he'd go spastic. I'd tell him, mid wrestle, just relax, calm down, etc. but he'd still go nuts. I'd just control him, pin him down, but he hated tapping so I'd mostly just go for chokes squeeze them on and let them go. At the end of a round I'd normally hold right on to a sub until he did tap (almost busted his wrist a few times, and popped his elbow once). At one point he actually said to me after a round, 'you got me with that last one'..... yeah I did.... dick.

One day I had a mate who wanted to come train with me, but there was a mix up in the times and he rocked up at the kickboxing class beforehand. He thought, **** it, and did the class anyway, but he had a ride organised for after, so he couldn't stick around. Dickface comes over to me and said, "what's wrong with your mate? Did he pull a heart muscle?", so I immediately thought, **** this guy.

I went to town on him that night. I choked him over and over and over again. We did ten minute rounds and I only went for chokes. I choked him every time until he tapped and then I'd hold it for half a second after the tap before letting go. We were wrestling in the gi as well (because it was winter and it was cold), so I was cross facing him constantly, I choked him with my belt, I choked him with his belt, I choked him with his own forearm. I must have choked him almost 2 dozen times in the round. Afterwards his face was a really deep shade of purple, except for the spots that were bleeding where all the skin had rubbed away from the cross facing.

I said to him after, if you want to train hard, I've got no problem with that, but I'll be going just as hard and you need to make sure you can deal with it.

He relaxed a bit after that, and he'd avoid me like the plague when it came time to wrestle.

 

When i was in high school in 9th (about 13 years old) there was a group of guys in the final year(wil ahve been about 16) who threatened to beat me up, on of them pushed me to the ground on one occasion. I couldnt do anything at the time because they were that much older and bigger than me however revenge came a few years later when one of them walked into my boxing gym. At this stage i was about 18 years old and the same size as him and had been boxing for the past 4 years having numerous fights. He was a novice in comparison having only previously about 6 months boxing experiance. Anyway i asked the trainer if we could spar so we did and i unleashed my full offensive arsenal upon him, flooring him in the first round and causing the trainer to step in and stop the sparring session. After the session i asked him if he remembered who i was and he pretended that he didnt but i knew he did. Most satisfying revenge ive had

 

Crazy thread, open to nonsense therefore not reading! Sorry.