Posted: 3/31/2005 3:10:09 PM EDT
| Ever gotten into a bar fight only to forget it and be riminded the next day ? |
seen some nasty ones! and greatful to have never been in one....BTW drunkin Cat Fights are the best to watch from a safe distance I don't frequent Bar's anyway I'd rather drink with my crew we have a Damn good time shootin and theres no disputes amongst us under the influence of Kentucky windage....just good times
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A couple of weeks ago some friends of mine were in downtown Reno on a weekend night during some hip-hop event. If you know anything about hip-hop that is pretty much a guarantee of action. The security guards hadn't seen that much excitement in a long time. One thing they witnessed was a brawl that spilled out of a casino onto the street. The funny part was two guys battling in the gutter and suddenly they look up and realize there is nobody outside anymore but there is still a brawl going on inside. One guy helps the other up, gives him a quick dust-off and they both run back inside to join the fight in progress. |
| I lost a tooth trying to break up a fight, motherhumper sucker punched me. So we were all kicked out... there were about 12 of us and 4 of them... I threw the first blow, direct blast into the guys nose I was trying to save from my buddy to begin with. Criminal behavior followed. |
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My little brother, for no aparrent reason, threw a whole beer on a group of 14 guys at a bar a few years ago. When they surrounded him, he was at least a foot taller than any of them, and they all looked scared shitless. They really got squirmy when he started laughing - they expected him to be scared but he knew that myself and my other brother were behind these guys. Right when things were just about to take off, I picked out the biggest guy and blasted him in the jaw (which had little effect - he was a big sumbitch). He tried to grab me, but for some reason his balance was off and mine was not so I was able to throw him across a table. In about 2 seconds flat, the 5 foot tall yet amazingly huge bouncer had lifted me up by my throat and had me against the wall. The DJ there vouched for us three, it seems that he knew my brother and the 14 guys had threatened the DJ for "playing shitty music". I guess this is why he slung that beer at them. When the cops showed up, the bar staff just said that we didn't start it and they let us go. Childish and stupid, but fun. |
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I did almost get my ass BEAT in a bar about a year ago. We were celebrating a friend's birthday, and 3 meatheads thought that I was some bartender at a bar across town who ripped them off or something. Anyway, they tried to start shit in the bar and were kicked out pretty quick. I thought it was over until 3 freaking hours later when I left the bar and they were waiting for me. I said "ok, let's get this over with, form a fuckin' line." The biggest one was trying to come up to me but was very drunk and could barely walk. The other two were moving to my flanks, and I knew this would be an ugly one. Just when I was about to make a pre-emptive strike on one of them, the 8 guys I was with came outside. I guess one of them had seen me out a window. The bar staff then noticed all the commotion and called the cops, who arrested meathead number one. I was then almost arrested myself on the trip home, as I had my ass out the window of my friend's car for the edification of my buddies in the next car and we came upon a cop. Luckily he didn't see us. 
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That's sound reasoning. One of the bar fights I was in started over a previously friendly game of darts. It turned ugly fast.......................... Glad I'm grown up and don't let myself get into situations like that anymore.................... |
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One of my cop buddies, well call him Ron, is a magnet for bar fights. The best one was on Ron's bach. party. The final n udie club we went to (3 hours after he passed out on the bathroom floor in the first club - different story behind that. Sleeping on the men's room floor, in a stall, in a strip club. NFI) was BYOB fully nude club. I was sitting on the couch guarding our cooler full of beer. Ron goes to join up with the rest of the group over by the stage. He bumps into a guy and says "Sorry man." That guy trys to act tough infront of his two friends - steps up with hands up. My drunk, cop, former Marine buddie doesn't even break stride and drops the guy with an uppercut to his chin. The two other tough guys rush Ron. He nail them with a stiff arm, striking their throats between his thumb and first finger. Both guys stopped advancing. Ron turned around, ducked into the crowd, and hurried back to the beer cooler to tell me "Oh shit, we're about to be kicked out." The bouncers escorted the 3 tough guys out of the bar and surrounded the two of us. Luckily the other 5 guys with us all came over. I was the only guy amongst the 7 of us who didn't have a badge. The bouncers escorted us to a table by the stage and asked us to stay out of trouble. What a night that was. |
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another bouncer here, broke up many but started none. Funny, a stun-gun does nothing against a motivated drunk but a 21 ounce cue stick across the back of the knees will stop a 300 lb line backer and put him down long enough to cuff him and drag his ass out onto the sidewalk to wait for the police. Then he started crying like a baby saying "please, oh please get this pistol out of my pocket before the cops get here! They'll send me back to prison!" <too bad, so sad> 
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Never started a bar fight but have been in more than I can count nor remember. I did play in a bar band as a kid so it automatically meant bar fights. There always seemed to be some drunk who's girlfriend found you cute and wanted to kick your ass for it. I hung around some real rednecks as a kid. One guy, actually a decent sort but unfortunately the type the ladies really loved, couldn't walk through a bar without someone trying to kick his ass. Thank God, I'm too old for that shit now. Tj |
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Used to bounce at bar here in Dallas. I am 6'4" and 250, so I am a natural, but the bartender was my twin brother.... Keith went out to wipe a table off , and clear it. A guy came raceing over and pused him, he respoded with a WTF and a this dude took a swing. So Keith dodged it and headlocked the drunk, I was already enrout to him and chicken winged the struggling drunk. He was fightin and kickin, and his friends were circling, so i just decided he was leaving NOW!. So I used him as a plow to move all the table and chairs out of our way on the way to the door. Some of the high tables made head shots possible, and the chairs had him crossing his legs by the time we made the door. I whispered in his ear as I put him down " that if he turned on me once I let go of him he was gonna be toothless." He spun when I released, but he stopped with his fist cocked back... He spun looking at my mid chest, I think he assumed that was where my head would be, then he slowly panned up to my eyes and then he took three steps away, and cussed at me. Smarter than most that get bounced. Anyway, the funny part was when I went back in the bar and the music was off, and everyone was staring at me. It looked like a meteor had landed in the bar. My Bro was smiling and everyone was looking at me like "That was a lil over kill" I just announced "You do'nt Fu*k with My Brother!". Smiles and laughter then started. Dude I kicked out came and gave appology the next friday, and was well behaved after that. 
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yup yup, been there done that, in fact last week |
| I've never started a fight. I did have several guys attempt to mug me once. They followed me when I left a bar and was walking home on the beach - about a 5 to 10 min walk. They swung first (ouch). I threw a couple, got knocked down and then ran like Forrest Gump. Luckily even though I was drunk they were either slower than me or drunker. And no - they did not get my wallet. My face was barely bruised the next day but OOOOO did my ribs kill me. Kicks to the side hurt. |
