I only voted for one and then was when I was assualted. However I had a minor fight at a job sight between a co-worker and I in 81/82 when I was an orange belt in TKD. I hit hit him once and got him in a sort of head lock in the back of a pick up truck bed.
But I had a very near fight that could have been extremly serious about the same time. On a double date driving along Northwest HWY in Dallas on a Friday/Saturday night going to see ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW a Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am (77/78 module) drives up along side of me with a car load of college guys (big as well). Well the dude swerves in towards my beat up 72 Ford Countrysquire Stationwagon and they are yelling they are going to kick my (our) a$$. I asked the other guy in the backseat if he knew these guys and being just released from the Marine Corps, promptly rolls down his window ask "what's your problem?" and proceeds to start making funny faces at the guys. But we get stopped at a traffic light, so out they come and the driver walks in front of my car as he is coming around to my side when the light turned green and I hit the gas. Clipping the driver's leg, but getting a lead on them in the process.
They catch up to us a couple of lights away, when I decide we'll make it to the movie house and there would be police there and maybe we won't have to fight. So when they get abreast with me I turn across incoming traffic about killing everyone in the car in the process and turn down the street for the movie. So we escaped that one.
But on the same night now driving home in Plano TX, 25 miles away taking the other couple home a Duster pulls up and this guys starts yelling that he is going to kick our a$$e$ (I must have had a kick me sign on the car or something

). So the marine has had enough he wants blood. So we pull up to the apparment parking lot he jumps out with a piece of electrical cable that I had as a weapon (I was an electrican at the time) and runs out in the road to meet the guys (2 of them) in the Duster. I (being the gentleman that I am

) walked around to the ladies doors and opened their doors for them, and told them to go to thier room and that the marine and I would finish this.
Anyway as I go to find the marine, I'm hearing this Duster coming roaring down the street with this nut yelling and everything and I think. Here's the marine with the only weapon, the guys who's trained to kill, (you know like in Alice's Resturant), been trained to fight in battle and all, and I'm an orange belt (yeah I had a clue about fighting). Anyway the marine scared the crap out of the driver cause this guy saw him standing in the middle of the road ready to take them on and he makes a U turn and speeds off a again about killing his vocal partner in the process since he tried to get out before the car stopped. The guy drove up twice the first time the driver chickened out before he got to the parking lot, the second time the passenger who was the one yelling must have talked him into it again because there were coming back when I saw the marine standing in the middle of the street waiting for them. (He looked like a minature HULK only not green GRRRRRRRRRRH)
It was these two incidents in the same night that convinced me I needed to learn how to fight and learn some real self defense. That was 22 years ago and I haven't been in anything since (except being assualted once, but I covered that on another thread).
Time for bed
Mark