The one time I got backup in a fight I actually got pissed at my backup.... but was also kind of flattered by how much backup I got.
I was in Elementary school, 5th grade, getting my bike to ride home... the school was/is literally adjacent to my subdivision. I'm headed towards my bike and this little 3rd grader says something and I laugh it off and call him a little bitch. As I'm un-racking my bike he comes up from behind and shoves me into the mesh fence and a wire sticking out goes through my lip (I still have the scar and it created a lump in my lip that lasted for like 7 years.. it was a big hole). Anyway, my homie starts cussing him out like a Viking while I'm trying not to get blood all over myself. We go to other homies house and I keep it on ice for a few hrs til my mom gets off work and we go to the hospital where I get it stitched up. Next day I'm told I can basically order a hit on this guy and the entire recess yard will take him to the other side of the soccer field
and beat his ass. I call say no. Right after we get called into the principal's office and this kid is shook. I tell him he doesn't have to fear for his physical safety, but that I'll psychologically torment him now. He moves away for like 6 years.
One day he shows up on the bus again. I look at him and let him know I haven't forgotten and the shook face shows up again. I know he can't ask his mother to move again; I know I got him. I just give him this look every-time I see him for the next 2 years... like... "it's coming, but when? bwah"... anyway last day of junior year I'm on the bus with a pinata. At this point I know I'll have a car for my senior year so the bus is no longer an issue. I start whaling on him with the pinata and we both get kicked of the bus right where I planned it; 100 yards from that bike rack. I tell him to walk ahead, we revisit the sight (blood stain still there) and then I tell him to keep going and go to the side of the building where the dumpsters are.
I tell him to get into the dumpster, and if he stays there for 20 minutes I'll stop fucking with him. I let him know this is what I thought of him, trash.
After the 20 minutes I walked him across the street and said we're done and I'd leave him alone. That was the end of it.
ironically for like a month after the incident I had to keep justifying why I didn't let them kick his ass... and I basically continued to say "not your fight" over and over.... which I guess was perceived as a weakness... which didn't serve me well for awhile.
I was in Elementary school, 5th grade, getting my bike to ride home... the school was/is literally adjacent to my subdivision. I'm headed towards my bike and this little 3rd grader says something and I laugh it off and call him a little bitch. As I'm un-racking my bike he comes up from behind and shoves me into the mesh fence and a wire sticking out goes through my lip (I still have the scar and it created a lump in my lip that lasted for like 7 years.. it was a big hole). Anyway, my homie starts cussing him out like a Viking while I'm trying not to get blood all over myself. We go to other homies house and I keep it on ice for a few hrs til my mom gets off work and we go to the hospital where I get it stitched up. Next day I'm told I can basically order a hit on this guy and the entire recess yard will take him to the other side of the soccer field
One day he shows up on the bus again. I look at him and let him know I haven't forgotten and the shook face shows up again. I know he can't ask his mother to move again; I know I got him. I just give him this look every-time I see him for the next 2 years... like... "it's coming, but when? bwah"... anyway last day of junior year I'm on the bus with a pinata. At this point I know I'll have a car for my senior year so the bus is no longer an issue. I start whaling on him with the pinata and we both get kicked of the bus right where I planned it; 100 yards from that bike rack. I tell him to walk ahead, we revisit the sight (blood stain still there) and then I tell him to keep going and go to the side of the building where the dumpsters are.
After the 20 minutes I walked him across the street and said we're done and I'd leave him alone. That was the end of it.
WIN!