Dude... did you miss the bar brawl from Terminator 2? Guys were thrown through windows, pinned to a pool table with a knife. One guy got thrown onto a stove and had his motorcycle stolen all by a naked guy! Well, from their perspective at least.
Sadly, I got no barfight stories. My favorite from a friend was when a bunch of losers just decided to pick on him for no apparent reason. He himself was a karate black belt, but he favored the practice of letting things roll off his back, rather than fight. He let the confrontation end, and waited a while after the idiots left before he himself left. They were waiting for him in the parking lot. Faced with no choice, he got into his fighting stance and waited. Then one of the gang recognized him and said "Hey, wait a minute, this guy's my karate teacher." At which point the whole gang suddenly got VERY contrite and friendly.
Sucker punch! That's the pussy way of leveling the playing field. Well you can't defend against that, no matter who you are.
Hopefully they don't live together- that did cross my mind this morning after my bro related the story. If they do, then I'd much rather take the shot to the eye than have a woman take it. There might be some consolation there, but there's no way to know. Funny thing- the swollen shut eye doesn't really hurt at all, but the double fat lip is killing me! Oww! Thank God for Tylenol!!
Sorry you ended up being the heavy bag, but maybe his hands hurt too much afterward to pound on the gf. Odds are if she ended up in the ER, she'd be defending him. "He isn't always like this...only when he's been drinking..."
They probably fucked like wild animals after she got off on her pyscho boyfriend blindsiding a total stranger. People be crazy.
Almost 7 months ago took the ex out, got in a fight because as usual she pulled some stupid ass shit on me. When were outside arguing she called the dude she had gone to the VIP area with. He sent one of the bouncers out. The bouncer got into my face right away and was telling me to get the fuck before I got my ass kicked. Told him to fuck off, he pushed me on the chest with his hands. Pushed him back, he pushed me again. When he did that I grabbed his the back of his neck and basically lifted myself up forcing him to the ground. He wound up hitting his head on the ground pretty damn hard. Then a second guy grabbed me in a headlock. When that guy got me in a headlock I grabbed the wrist of the arm he had me in the headlock with my right hand, swung my left hand around and between his legs grabbing my right wrist. I flipped him over to the right, throwing him over me and onto his back. When I had him on his back, I pushed my left elbow in his jaw right below the ear. This made him let go and when his arm went up, I grabbed it by the wrist and hand. I twisted his arm around, and he went over on his stomach. I started to push down on the wrist and hand, I was more or less intent on breaking his arm, wrist, didn't matter. Then another bouncer grabbed me in a nelson hold. When he did that, I used the guy on the ground who was starting to get up as a step by stepping on his back and forcing the 3rd guy backwards. We both went backwards, and he tripped, slipped or lost his footing when he stepped backwards off the curb, wound up landing on top off him. He let go, I got up only to see the first two guys ready to come at me again. That's when I just threw up my hands and was said "Fuck it, I give up, no way I'm taking on three at once." When I did that, the owner/manager of the club had already come out, and we were 2-3 blocks away from the club. He was telling his guys to get the fuck back into the club. Later on, I did find out they wanted to press charges against me, but there were enough witnesses that saw the bouncer push me first, along with seeing the bat shit crazy ex start hitting me as well. On a related note, I'm pretty much banned from at least 8 or clubs from that incident. If I had to do something like that over again, I don't think I would even be able to take on one of the bouncers.
I had a black eye once that took forever to get back to normal, and it didn't hurt either. Why is that? Of course all the girls dug it! Too bad I was hadn't reached puberty yet, or I would have used it as a jumping off point to Tuna Town! And agreed, fat lips drive me crazy. You can't keep from constantly messing with them, like having a cold sore in your mouth or something.
Maybe it was their fetish thing. She might get off on watching her guy kick the shit out of people. And then fucks him like crazy when they get home.
Dad told me he backed down two bikers once that braced him in a parking lot. He told me he looked at them with a light in his eyes and rubbed his hands together and said "Oh good - first I can grab you by your long fucking beard and YOU by your long girly hair and smash your fucking heads together..." He said they told him he was too crazy to fight and they took off.
I think I was misunderstood. I meant Marso was sucker-punched and that the puncher was the pussy. Not saying Marso should go for anyone's balls or throat, or sucker-punch anyone. Hell, he didn't get a chance since he was overwhelmed, as is usually the case when you're attacked. Nobody starts a fight with the intention of losing it. Really sad though that there are always folks that can't handle their booze/tempers and attack people and ruin everyone's fun. My son goes to bars and clubs with his friends, and I'm always worried some clown will attack him for some bullshit reason.
this is the funniest Bullshit thread I have read here.. you got to be kidding me.. getting your ass handed to you .. and feeling you deserved it.. and remembering a fight with three bouncers and remembering the blow by blow account??? and I love the biker one.. Daddy's gleam scared 'em away.. what fuckin universe do you guys live in?
This reminded me of another bar related story where I in my samariton way decided to help a couple out that had somehow ended up stuck across town from where they lived. Most people who have a beer or three a week tend to have a usual hangout if they're not traveling. Mine at the time was one of a small chain of pool halls called Barney's. Understand I have always been the helpful type. Much to my surprise this particular incident didn't fare well by the end of the forty mile run. I have pretty much always have driven vans since 88 and more often than not it's a two seat situation. I had a footstool from a shoe store we renovated that fit perfectly between the seats and provided another place to sit, albeit one void of seat restraints. She hung onto her old man. Now I had been a charming bastard all night and apparently her beau copped an attitude somewhere along the trip. I may have shown too much of an interest in the gal during our hour and a half drive for his taste but I was just being me, talkative and animated. I may have offended him just through paying more attention to her than he did, hell I don't know. The chick is getting uptight as well upon our approach to their abode but in doing so it seemed she saw she was facing a shitty situation when she got home so when he got out she asked if I could "meet her around the corner and get her out of there" ( ) which just increased my tension sitting here in bfe north Houston with a psycho dude and a chick that acts like she's going to bolt when she hits the ground. I'm pulled into a driveway with no way to go but backwards. As soon as all of this clarifies in my mind this guy starts yelling for I think it was to his mother to "bring the shotgun!" flailing around and running looking for what he soon finds. He then picks up this fucking 10x10x2" concrete block and heads for the windshield on my side with it over his head still gabbering for the shotgun and his girlfriend is in his shit for acting like this. That bought me a few seconds to absorb and react. I'm fucking freaking by now under my skin but I'm looking at this guy with this wtf look while the gears are spinning when I just throw my hands up and started taking some of that charm that got my ass into this boat to keep me from having to deal with the destruction that was apparently imminent if I didn't sell some ice to an eskimo. I got his attention with soft soothing words to try to defuse the situation while out of the corners of my eyes I'm looking for the shotgun toting Ma Barker type and the gal to see what she's up to. I never left looking him straight in the eye as I detailed how I had been the one who brought them clear across town, reminded him of the party favors and how if he just let me back out of the driveway he'd never see me again. "I don't want any shit, I tried to help you and the missus out man!" So far no shotgun and the missus is out of sight. My focus was on chilling this asshole out. I managed to get him to lower the block and slipped it into reverse easing on back never leaving his eyes. Finally I'm in the street and slip it into first and proceed to boil the hides out of there. Truth be told I hope the chick managed to get out of there. I sure as hell didn't see her. I have to admit I wasn't looking too hard. Since then I just say "Sorry, wish I could help.".
I believe Marso, it's not the sort of story anyone would make up to impress people. We not agree on much else, but he seems like an honorable guy. Forbin is repeating a story his father told him. Guy should be able to trust his father's not a liar. ed is totally making shit up, though. He's been doing that since he started posting here. I'm surprised he wasn't fighting off three well-manicured panhandlers.
great...now it's gonna be in my head all day.... i don't fight, i don't argue, i just hit that bitch with a bottle. sorry about the busted up face, Marso. HUGZ!
"I didn't know how many guys they thought they needed to whup my ass....but I knew how many they was going to use."
This is why I smoke weed. Nobody has EVER gotten into a fight while they've been stoned. It's impossible. /BillHicks
Speaking from experience, get with a good opthamologist immediately.... People don't realize the damage getting beat like that can do to your eyes.
