Fight Stories

[MikeJKD]

Thanks for the feedback. In the last week at the bar, I've had four fights, and one involved a knife. Granted, it's my job to get involved in fights, but let's not pick on UD for his violent tendencies. After all, they make for great stories, and it's his head, not ours!
Keep the stories comin' guys! I'll write about mine when I have more time.
Mike

[Underdog]

Well, you must understand that where I live, fighting is some sort of natural prosecution of human relationships; otherwise you cannot explain why in some villages near my town the local police actually lock themselves up in station after dark... I'm not lying, one time the police station In a village was machine-gunned. I know that for the vast majority of yours may think that I tend to exaggerate my stories; quite the contrary, I understate. I remember too well when back in the 86 a paratrooper company was sent in my town for public order reason and it ended in a full scale riot in front of my shop (that is situated in the center plaza). Actually I've fight way more less than my older friends. The times when there were wars between Left and right-wing activist were very brutal. I've only played, compared to them.

Consider also, that, as I've stated many times, I was obese when I was a teen, and that had made me the victim of innumerable cruel jokes. I think that this led me to a real bad temper regarding soemone that approach me in a less than respectul manner. Add to this the fact that I have the almost uncanny ability to attract shit wherever I went and you get the picture.

However, as I've stated there were more the times that I've had my ass beaten than not, so in no mode I'm labeling myself as expert or streetfighter.

However, the last posts smells like trolling to me...

[MikeJKD]

The last big altercation I had at the club where I work was on Valentine's Day. I'm not making any of this up. I was roaming through the club, and I saw a smaller Mexican guy come out of the bathroom, approaching a larger Mexican guy whom I thought was a friend. He walked right up to him and (I swear, I am not kidding), took the bigger man's hand and bit him on the finger! He actually chomped down and took a piece of this guy's finger! The bigger guy then yelled: "Jeez, man, are you hungry or what?!" I thought that was much more tolerant than I'd have been, but it put me off guard, and I thought that they were friends. That idea went away in a hurry as the smaller man (I'll just call him Hannibal...)drew a clipit type pocketknife and snapped it open. He was obviously drunk, and he wasn't yelling or arguing, which made me think that he had already made up his mind to cut somebody, so I rushed him from behind, grabbed his wrist with my right, and slid my left arm around his neck like I was going to choke him. As I said, he was a smaller guy, and because of the position we were in, I wrenched his elbow on my ribs, and he dropped the knife. Spooky enough, we never found the knife... But at any rate, , the bigger guy, sensing an opportunity to get even, drilled poor Hannibal in the eye, and again on the jaw. I was still holding him and yelling at the bigger guy to stop fighting, and I felt hannibal's head get rocked pretty hard. By the time I got him to the door, his eye was as swelled as any I've seen, and I think he may have lost some teeth. When I grabbed him, I was seriously contemplating choking the guy out, but I figured the two free shots were enough. I searched him for other weapons, and the cops took him away to the Graybar Hotel for the night on charges of assault, and assault with a deadly weapon. No bouncers got hurt, but there's some club patron running around out there three quarters of a finger on his right hand. Maybe he watched Voo's kinomutai tapes and got excited...
Bahala Na,
Mike