My little brother, who is about double my size in wide and a good 5 cm higher than I am(and I am already long for a girl at 1.75m,) AND still growing has done this several times to me. It is highly onconvertable, but it is not as "ah I can't breathe"-ish as shown on tv-shows. I have done this several times to him too, though, because he is one of the few people who can actually get me angry - unstopable rage angry to be exact. Redbull might not give you wings, anger does. Anyway, there is a reason that I keep my fingernails long. I do not have the sheer power to lift him up, but even lifting him a bit, with fingernails about 1-2 cm long is highly unconvertable and pretty marking.

Oh boy. I remember when my roommate did this to me. I was a freshman in college. My roommate had seized our dorm room to play Risk despite it being past 11pm already. I had to get up at 6am in the morning. I asked him to move to the mezzanine, and he refused, so I had to take my blanket and try to sleep out there. Around two in the morning I come back to my room to see if I can sleep there, only to discover that my roommate has jammed the door so I can't get in. I wake up the RA (who was not happy) and together we manage to force the door open. I go to sleep, since both the RA and I felt it was far too late at night to spend talking about it, we'd discuss it with my roommate in the morning. I get up at 6am. My normal routine is to go take a shower, and then dress in the dark so as to try and avoid waking my roommate. (As opposed to my roommate's behavior at night, where he comes in while I'm asleep, turns the light on, and then leaves to take a shower- leaving the light on). Well, I'm still a little cranky about last night, so I decide to just turn the light on so I don't have to fool around with dressing in the dark. ''My roommate gets up, grabs me by the throat and picks me off the ground.'' (There is a disadvantage to only weighing 120 lbs - especially when the other fellow is probably 190 lbs and 4 inches taller). Complaining about ''me'' being a jerk because I always wake him up in the morning, and how I caused him trouble last night. I remember clearly the feeling. I had no fear, just complete astonishment. I remember the thought in my mind was "Really? Really??". I even said as much to him. Here he was holding by the throat up in the air, and I calmly pointed out all the times he had woken me up, related how he had made life difficult for me last night, and that jamming the door was not acceptable. I finished by asking why he thought he had the right to threaten me, and telling him that if he didn't put me down, I was going to beat the crap out of him. All the while with my feet dangling in the air. Brady just looked at me. Then he put me down and got back into bed. We never spoke of it again, and we never fought again. He moved out at the end of the semester though.

I've done this exactly once, after someone stomped on my BerserkButton after what had already been a horrible day. The result caused a serious case of EvilMeScaresMe and MyGodWhatHaveIDone, and about a week of apologizing profusely to the guy I threatened.

There was an instance when I was at a regional training center in Guam before my deployment (in the military). After two straight weeks of hotter then hell weather and tempters growing noticeably shorter someone gleefully pushed my BerserkButton... I am not a very large person, standing 5 foot ten and a hundred and fifty pounds with a body more dedicated to running then lifting. Before anyone else in the room was able to react I had crossed the eight foot gap between us, apparently leaping at him using a cooler as a jumping block, and had both hands around his throat. I don't remember the details too well but from what I have been told by those there that I not only had him pressed against the wall with his feet a few inches off the ground but it took two people to get my hands off his throat. You would think this sort of thing would get my in trouble but when my leadership back home heard about it my flight chief only laughed and congratulated me when I got home, saying that he if we were ever in a tricky situation he would just push that same button and then point me in the right direction.