Well, actually, it does happen, although inner-city with gangster wannabes is tougher.
When I was in second grade, there was a bully who went around picking on kids during recess. One day, he started on me, and wouldn't stop. So I finally punched him in the stomach and knocked him down. He never bothered me again.
In prep school, there was a bully who came into my room with a bunch of guys and started calling me names. I finally punched him in the stomach. But this time the bully was tougher. He punched me back in the eye, and knocked me out for a couple of minutes. But evidently my taking him on was enough, because he didn't bother me again.
When some of the teachers asked me why I had a black eye, I gave them the usual excuse, since it was NEVER done to rat on anybody. I told them I ran into a doorknob by accident.
I got my butt kicked a few times by bullies throughout my school years. I was the youngest kid in the class but I would always give it right back to the bullies. Which is why I got my butt kicked. It made me a tough little shit—I wasn’t afraid of getting hit. By the time I started growing some muscle in high school I could really defend myself. By the time I was 21 I was 5-11, 190 lbs and no longer had problems with people picking on me.