A Recent Fight (For The First Time In Forever)

So back in high school I used to fight all the time, and kick *** too. Originally it started because at middle school and below I had watched my friends all get their ***** kicked and felt helpless to do anything about it, and finally made a promise to never let a friend get beat up again. After a while though I ended up really enjoying fighting. After highschool I stopped fighting, stopped working out, and currently even though I finally started working out again, I have a small gut that my abs are barely viseable through. I settled down after high school. Well eventually I decided to start working out again (which I love working out, but it only gets so much better because I am a really short person, so nobody expects me to be as strong as I am, I guess strength doesn't deteriorate as bad as I thought because I could easily bench 130 when I first started going back.) well While I was in my college computer room I checked my email and was suprised to see somebody I didn't know had sent me an email about fighting in the parking lot. So I went and met him where the messege said, and he felt the need to tell me that "He had seen my ***** *** and my gay leather jacket and my unshaved head around school and was sick of it." and that "He had seen me get on my email and had sent me a messege from there" after all his talking I said "So are you gonna shut up and fight or turn tail and run?" He decided to charge at me...well I had my hands in my coat pockets (The guy didn't look threatening at first glance, but I know better than to judge a fighter on their appearance, however stupidly I let him catch me with my hands in my pockets....I think I might be the first person he had ever "fought" though because the only thing I did (A retarded move mind you.) is kick him in the stoumache...and that finished it...lame fight I know but it brought back my drive in life.
So standing over his moaning body I said "I guess this is over" and left...that was at 12:30ish right after my Spanish class. (Got out early amazingly enough, not that I can understand her english, but I think she said she had a meeting...)

Well recently I was threatened by someone not from around here by someone I don't know...I told him I'd meet him if he comes to/lives in Missouri, told him what towns I am willing to go to (i'm not gonna go out of my way to fight some punk as kid who might barely be 18 at best.) and while I haven't had a reply I anxiously await it, because I remember the thrill of a good fight and can only hope he is willing to give it his all.
Of course I am not bringing friends, or weapons, but I will be wearing a cup, I don't trust people in a fight, and hate ***** *** cheap shots like that.
After I win I hope he will be willing to fight again sometime (If he is a good enough fighter of course, I mean if he apologizes for talking down to a 60+ yr old man I might train him to fight at best. but he will have to swear on his religion that he will become a Buddhist like me and train as I say, and become respectful... (Just to be clear Buddhism is a spiritual path, not a religion...so he won't have to give up his religion, just swear by it)
I don't know if he can do that last part. respect is hard to learn by punks like that.(I mean sure I taught that red head, Sam, in my welding class, but that is a different story..(my F'ing welding teacher was cool and would place bets if we got into fights in his class.)