I have the TV on in my hotel room and naturally it's on the sci-fi channel. An episode of Enterprise is on. A Klingon is speaking and he says "What is the honor of defeating a weaker opponent?"
That's a pretty deep question. I've been in many fights in my life. Some of the guys I have fought were bigger and stronger than myself, and some weren't. I've won every fight I've ever fought as far as I can recall. The only ones that actually matter to me are the ones against the guys who were bigger and/or stronger than myself.
Ok, I'll admit that I don't fight "fair". I fight to win. I always have. I recall a bar fight in Southern Texas where the guy, a pretty damn big Mexican, took exception to my friendly banter with the barmaid. He was a huge monster. I kicked him in his right knee hard enough to do damage and he went down like a hooker with twenty bucks. He tried to get up but I had done enough damage that he was done for a while.
I'm not a huge guy by any means, but I'm not small either, but it doesn't matter. It's skill and experience that matter. The worst asswhipping I ever took was from a guy who weighed at least 50 lbs less than myself. Damn that boy was fast. I did wind up knocking him on his ass. I had no choice but to buy him a beer and admit he was damn good.
These days I'm far more passive and try to avoid fights when possible, but sometimes you just don't have a choice. The chiropractor I'm seeing commented on my upper muscle structure and said I was built like a boxer. I just told him it's genetics and I'm not a fighter.
Ok, it's not good to lie to your doctor, but in that case it's kinda trued these days.
Besides, I heal a lot slower from fights these days. Either way, pounding an enemy that is much smaller than yourself is hardly a victory. I get much more satisfaction out of pounding a guy much larger.