How does it feel to be ko'd?

I never was ko'd, but always wondered how it felt. Has anyone here even been knocked out? I have been stunned before and it didnt feel good at all!

 

No, but I am sure the poster Sugar Floyd Whitaker would love to help you find out. opcorn:

 

I have boxed since I was a kid. I have been truly KO'd twice. The first time I didn't even know it happened. I told my corner to fuck off, I wasn't out. I saw the tape later. Lights out. I couldn't believe it. My eyes were shut for a good 5 seconds and I don't remember anything.

The second time was in a bar brawl. Got hit with a pool stick. I woke up throwing up:: That one I remember:dunno:

 

That's right, and don't fuck with me again. :nono::warning:

 

Damn! That must suck!:eeeek:

 

I've never been KO'd and I boxed throughout college. I was really good at avoiding head shots.

I took a body shot one day that had me hurt for the rest of the day during sparring with some French pussy.

I got him back though the next day. We got into a clinch and I rabbit punched the fuck out of his head. His curly brown hair was all over my gloves.

 

it doesn't really hurt. it's just scary when you wake up and realize you lost consciousness.

 

a fighter I know said its just like how jarhead said. He said that he was fighting got caught with a left out of nowhere, went fuzzy for a bit, then he doesn't remember anything else until he was in his corner mad because the stopped it. The trainer told him not only did the left hook stun him but the a right hand finally drop him.

 

i got choked out in a jiu jitsu match and just remember being in guard then waking up like i had been sleeping.

i was told i tried to lift the person and went out, its just like getting put to sleep for an operation...no concept of the time that passes.

 

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Oh shit you brought back memories! I was never ko'd to the chin but was to the body! This big idiot punched me on the side and next thing I remember is I couldnt breath. I was at least 12 years old and was at gym during the time. The bastard got me by suprise while i was playing basketball.

 

I have the last thing I saw frozen in my mind from the point I got knocked out. All the sound went loud....and then next thing I remember is asking a teammates mother why I was sitting on the bench.

That was 25 minutes after I got hit and apparently I'd been talking on and off before that.

Worst part of a bad KO is the CAT scan. I hate that thing.

 

I had 15 beers at a Social Distortion concert in Boston... I was keeping up with my alcoholic friend. I drank it all so fast I didnt notice I was drunk till we got to a bar afterwards. I had to take a leak so I went in the bathroom and up to the urinal and thats all I remember. I woke up outside in a chair on the sidewalk with two girls sitting in my lap laughing and another taking pictures of me. Evidently I passed I got woozy and cracked my head on the bathroom floor and got knocked out cold. The next day I had a bump like a grapefruit on my head. When you get knocked out time just continues without you. Its a few minutes you never really lived through.

 

dsimon writes:

When I was a kid some big kid twice my age knocked my head really hard against a stone floor. I was told I stabbed him in the stomach with a pair of scissors but didn't remember anything. When I woke up I was walking really fast and sweating profusley and everyone was looking at me liek I was crazy.

In Karate I was Koed by my sensei while on my feet and the funny thing was I just stood there... I was very lucky that Sensei had great control and looked in my eyes and saw that he had Koed me. I had track shoe marks on my cheek for like a week.::

 

to the body, but never to the head. To be honest, I think I'd quit boxing if I'm ever put to sleep, fortunuately, I have a good chin and it never was close to happening.

 

Badminton is a tough sport.

I only had one CAT scan, and I was fucked on diladin. It didn't seem too bad.

 

Never been ko'd in a fight but got dropped when a cat suckered punched me. But when I got up all hell broke lose and I smashed his ass to pieces. That was when I was a Jr. in High School. However, there was this time when I was a sophmore. I got moved up to varisty that year so I just I was the man. As a matter of fact I was the man. I had all the babes sweatin and I was runnin the pill putting up big numbers. But anyways back at the crib a cat had to take the trash out every 2 days. Moms made that shit very clear. I remember this shit like it was yesterday. But we were coming home from school and she was coming home from work. As we were walking up the stairs I was trailing her. She told me when we get in the house you need to take the trash out. Me thinking I was the shit, you know starting tailback on varsity got all the chicks I hit her with the beat box like I was blowing her off. You know with the attitude like I ain't doin shit. Didn't say that though but thought it. But before I could finish my beat box. Moms who is a southpaw and stands at 5'1" and weighed in around 125-130lbs turned wit the quickness and smacked a cat across the mouth/face. Damn near knocked me down the stairs. I had to catch myself. I started smacking my lips and was like damn she knocked the taste outta my mouth. It also felt like my lips were on the side of my face. I was like damn this broad is crazy. But within 10 seconds my ass was up at the trash can getting that shit ready to be taken out. Hardest hit I took. Needless to say that was the last time me and moms got into anytype of phsycial altercation. I'll Holla 5000

 

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My other time that I experienced getting fuked up. I was back deep to catch a punk. We were playing against USC. That shit was high as hell. I was hell yeah he out kicked his coverage. I'm take this shit to the house for 6. Poor poor decision on my part. When you are back catching punks you gotta concentrate on the ball and not look down field. So I had my eyes on the ball. I'm like come ball get down here. I was scared to look but I could feel the ground shaking so I knew they were close. Then the ball came down like a fuken rocket. As soon as I touched that shit I got blasted. The dudes helmet hit my chin and we flew back. The dude got up talking big shit. I couldn't hear shit. Not even the crowd. However I knew he was talking shit though. I wanted lay my black ass on the turf but I couldn't give the dude the satisfaction so I got my ass up. My teammates were patting me on the helmet but I still couldn't hear. We got into the huddle and the QB was calling out the play. Still couldn't hear shit. The only reason why I knew the play is because we scripted the shit. I got the handoff went for about 15 yards on my first carry and the sound came back. After that I went out to get in their ass. That was the hardest shot I took in football. I'll Holla 5000

 

Why didn't you catch that pass, shake off the defenders and run that shit into the end zone? Sorry for saying, but you sound like a soft ass bitch.


























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First of all it was punt that I was attempting to return. Second that's what my plan was. I was supposed to catch that shit make the first dude miss ala Donte Hall style and then turn into Billy White Shoes Johnson on there ass. But that plan got crushed just like I did. I'll Holla 5000

 

LOL getting KTFO sucks, when i was 21 i was @ a party when this chick that was hawking at me and my 2 boys came up and gave me a kiss on the cheek,little did i know she was the ex girl of this jamaican young boy.

Well young boy came up talking shit an i was not drunk yet and he was very drunk so when he clumsily tried to grab me by the neck i smashed him on the nose and he left wobbily, BUT HE LATER CAME BACK WITH A CREW AND I WAS ALOT MORE DRUNK 3 HOURS LATER, HIS BIG ASS UNCLE BLINDSIDED ME WITH AN ELBOW TO THE HEAD AND I WENT TO SLEEP :flip: .

I WOKE UP WITH MY BOYS STARTING ALL HELL AND I WOBBLED OUT THE BACK DOOR WHERE JOSE HELPED GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE TO GET MY DAMN SENSES.

 

dsimon writes:

It is when you are claustraphobic!

 

jose=hexone?

 

I was knocked out twice on my bike.

Once I was riding and I tried to jump off this mini ramp but my handle bar swung around and drilled me in the solar plexus. I stood up and tried to walk but I was paralyzed and I passed out face first on the concrete and knocked 3 of my teeth out.

The second time I was hit by a lady in a minivan that didn't see me. I remember the van turning and coming right for me, then next thing I know I was on the ground looking at headlights. I got up and grabbed my bike to go home but everyone was freaking out trying to get me to sit down.

Those were the days....

 

Na man HEXONE would have taken off running :: , Jose stood there and had a fork put to his throat then shit got poppin.:blobbox:

 

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I KO'd myself skateboarding once. Skating a 6 foot mini-ramp. I did a rail slide and was rolling out fakie and next thing I knew I was getting up off the floor seeing stars. I had a helmet on too but a helmet doesn't stop you from slamming on the side of your face. I have no idea if I was actually out or what, but I was told I was out. It didn't hurt so much but I was all wobbly and shit for a little bit. I had to sit down for about a half hour and then I skated some more.

 

It doesn't hurt. I jumped out of a boat in San Diego and there was a sandbar. I was 5 I think. I just remember adults surrounding me and I tried to fight them off. Apparently, I dove out of the boat, hit the sand and got back to shore. I don't remember diving at all. I remember being on the boat and then having 30 people surrounding me. It hurt afterward but not then. It is like getting put out for surgery. You just are out.

 

Great story, Big Dawg!!!:bears:

similar shit happened to me, but I was playing video games with my boys on the couch. TECHNOBOWL BABY!!! My mom asked me to do the same, take out the trash. I told her in a second. a few minutes passed and she said it again, I was frustrated at the game and I snapped at her "I said in a second!". Man, she came around from the kitchen swinging a broom dog! Caught me right in the grill, and knocked me back over the couch. She then kept hitting me with it until I got to the trash can. Bloodied my nose too. Then when my old man got home and heard what happened, he met me in my room. Pointed his finger in my face and told me if I ever disrespected his woman again, he would beat my ass and he aint using no broom. I sat there on my bed looking staight at the floor like a little bitch::