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R1: ZW vs. El Kabong. R2: ZW vs. SBMs.
This weekend, we have a death metal festival going on. Apparently there's some bad blood going on with the bands playing this weekend, because Judas fucking Priest, were there some tempers flaring tonight. And yes, this is a pair of fight stories. Apparently trying to incorporate peacekeeping is kind of pointless when the other side of the battle involves pissed-off drunks. I've already done a self-assessment once my adrenaline returned to normal. Somehow, my glasses took more damage than I did, but it only took me five minutes or so to bend them back into shape and put them back on. Still slightly dizzy, but that'll pass once I get some sleep.
Me: Jeez, I still have that many HP left? Holy shit.
SBM: Both fights involved musicians. I wish I was joking about this.
J: The owner, who needs to learn a few things about barroom diplomacy. Read on.
Ri: The Hat. And now, The Fist.
Round One: ZedOmega vs. El Kabong!
El Kabong is the nickname I gave the musician in the first fight. He was walking outside with his guitar in one hand and a beer in the other. Naturally, I had to try to get him to drink it inside.
Me: Yo, you can't walk outside with that.
EK: Dude, I can take this fucking beer wherever I want.
He keeps walking.
Me: Hey, you can't leave with that beer!
EK: Don't tell me what I can and fucking can't do!
That's the point where I chase him down and make a grab for the beer. He drops it the second my fingers touch the can, and that's about the point he shoves me. I'll spare everyone the conversation at that point, but you could imagine how colorful it got on his end while I explained that state law prevents us from letting drinks walk off the property. Before I can tell him to just leave, J comes out and tries to smooth things over while I return to my door. Of course, some people just can't walk away from a fight they want. I'm barely at my door when I hear:
EK: Yeah, keep walking, you fucking pussy!
My glasses are in my pocket and I'm running at him the second I hear that. I'm already pissed off that the drink almost walked off as it is, and I admit that charging at him as soon as he yelled that was my own fault, but J and a few of the others held me back. That's when El Kabong earned his nickname: CLONK! While the both of us are being restrained, nobody thought to take the guitar case out of his hands, and he brings it down on the top of my head like a pro-wrestling chair shot. It didn't hurt, but it only pissed me off even more.
A couple of minutes of shouting insults and trying to break loose later, I calm down enough to just head back to my door, while our regulars are reassuring me that I actually did the right thing, even though I know better. One girl even checked the spot where the guitar case caught me and nope, not even a bruise. The promoter for tonight's show even tells me that the musician was already pissed off and just wanted to leave.
To be honest, had I known that beforehand, that fight wouldn't have happened at all. Once we both calmed down enough, we just shook hands and apologized, me for charging at him and him for clocking me with the case. That was the end of that incident.
Round Two: ZedOmega vs. Mass Band Ego
Shortly after that fight, a guy who was there earlier and left for a bit comes back, and his face is... point-blank, fucked up. I remember him from earlier despite the damage his face took and let him back in. I'm told that a few guys from Rivalbar jumped him for no reason and that he wanted to come back in and forget about it happening.
Fast-forward to closing time. We have most of the people out of the bar by now, except for two bands that're waiting to get their equipment out. And one of the bands is trying to get one of their SBMs out the door, because the guy with the busted-up face is downstairs with a chair in his hand and out for blood. We're doing our best to restrain him, and we manage to get the chair out of his hand while I have him full-nelsoned and trying to get him to settle down. He's completely convinced that the band that was headed outside was the group that kicked his ass, though.
He settles down enough to tell us that those're the guys who jumped him (we still don't think so; they were in our bar the entire night and hadn't even left the bar until that point), but we let him go, thinking that he was calm enough to catch his breath. Immediately, he starts to charge out the door. We end up having to pin him against the wall and resume trying to get him under control again.
That's when I notice that the entire band, including the SBM they were pulling out, were taunting him while we had him pinned. I turn to tell them to just leave and that their equipment will be at the bar tomorrow, when one of them shoves me into the gate. (That seemed to be the theme for tonight...) The second my back hit the gate, though, I feel an arm around my neck.
Ri is outside at this point. He tries to get the guy to let me out of the choke hold, only to get told 'Fuck you!' and punched at with the guy's free hand. I couldn't tell where the punch hit Ri, but the SBM (I think he was, I'm still not too sure at this point) ended up taking a couple of shots to the head for his trouble, which thankfully gave me enough room to land one or two shots into his ribs, then into his head. He manages to drag me down to the sidewalk, but only keeps my head wrapped in his arm. Everyone is trying to break us up, all the while I'm punching his ribs and arm to try to break free, and eventually I make it back to my feet.
It was a damn good choke hold, though. I ended up dizzy to a point where once I stood up, I ended up falling back down. One of his friends tried to close in on me, but I manage to hook an ankle with one foot while shoving his hip with the other and drop him. I dodge back inside before the guy can come at me again.
The first thing I notice once I'm back inside is that my glasses fell off. The promoter finds them and hands them to me. I spend my time recovering from the sleeper putting my glasses back together and bending the frames back into place while I explain to the manager and J what happened. The crowd clears enough for me to lock the main doors up, and that's the end of that.
The absolute best part about all this? We have another set of bands in this genre tomorrow night. Thankfully they won't be the same ones, because if I was able to get out of tonight with just busted glasses and a massive dizzy spell for an hour, I'm pretty sure I'll end up hospitalized tomorrow night.
Me: Jeez, I still have that many HP left? Holy shit.
SBM: Both fights involved musicians. I wish I was joking about this.
J: The owner, who needs to learn a few things about barroom diplomacy. Read on.
Ri: The Hat. And now, The Fist.
Round One: ZedOmega vs. El Kabong!
El Kabong is the nickname I gave the musician in the first fight. He was walking outside with his guitar in one hand and a beer in the other. Naturally, I had to try to get him to drink it inside.
Me: Yo, you can't walk outside with that.
EK: Dude, I can take this fucking beer wherever I want.
He keeps walking.
Me: Hey, you can't leave with that beer!
EK: Don't tell me what I can and fucking can't do!
That's the point where I chase him down and make a grab for the beer. He drops it the second my fingers touch the can, and that's about the point he shoves me. I'll spare everyone the conversation at that point, but you could imagine how colorful it got on his end while I explained that state law prevents us from letting drinks walk off the property. Before I can tell him to just leave, J comes out and tries to smooth things over while I return to my door. Of course, some people just can't walk away from a fight they want. I'm barely at my door when I hear:
EK: Yeah, keep walking, you fucking pussy!
My glasses are in my pocket and I'm running at him the second I hear that. I'm already pissed off that the drink almost walked off as it is, and I admit that charging at him as soon as he yelled that was my own fault, but J and a few of the others held me back. That's when El Kabong earned his nickname: CLONK! While the both of us are being restrained, nobody thought to take the guitar case out of his hands, and he brings it down on the top of my head like a pro-wrestling chair shot. It didn't hurt, but it only pissed me off even more.
A couple of minutes of shouting insults and trying to break loose later, I calm down enough to just head back to my door, while our regulars are reassuring me that I actually did the right thing, even though I know better. One girl even checked the spot where the guitar case caught me and nope, not even a bruise. The promoter for tonight's show even tells me that the musician was already pissed off and just wanted to leave.
To be honest, had I known that beforehand, that fight wouldn't have happened at all. Once we both calmed down enough, we just shook hands and apologized, me for charging at him and him for clocking me with the case. That was the end of that incident.
Round Two: ZedOmega vs. Mass Band Ego
Shortly after that fight, a guy who was there earlier and left for a bit comes back, and his face is... point-blank, fucked up. I remember him from earlier despite the damage his face took and let him back in. I'm told that a few guys from Rivalbar jumped him for no reason and that he wanted to come back in and forget about it happening.
Fast-forward to closing time. We have most of the people out of the bar by now, except for two bands that're waiting to get their equipment out. And one of the bands is trying to get one of their SBMs out the door, because the guy with the busted-up face is downstairs with a chair in his hand and out for blood. We're doing our best to restrain him, and we manage to get the chair out of his hand while I have him full-nelsoned and trying to get him to settle down. He's completely convinced that the band that was headed outside was the group that kicked his ass, though.
He settles down enough to tell us that those're the guys who jumped him (we still don't think so; they were in our bar the entire night and hadn't even left the bar until that point), but we let him go, thinking that he was calm enough to catch his breath. Immediately, he starts to charge out the door. We end up having to pin him against the wall and resume trying to get him under control again.
That's when I notice that the entire band, including the SBM they were pulling out, were taunting him while we had him pinned. I turn to tell them to just leave and that their equipment will be at the bar tomorrow, when one of them shoves me into the gate. (That seemed to be the theme for tonight...) The second my back hit the gate, though, I feel an arm around my neck.
Ri is outside at this point. He tries to get the guy to let me out of the choke hold, only to get told 'Fuck you!' and punched at with the guy's free hand. I couldn't tell where the punch hit Ri, but the SBM (I think he was, I'm still not too sure at this point) ended up taking a couple of shots to the head for his trouble, which thankfully gave me enough room to land one or two shots into his ribs, then into his head. He manages to drag me down to the sidewalk, but only keeps my head wrapped in his arm. Everyone is trying to break us up, all the while I'm punching his ribs and arm to try to break free, and eventually I make it back to my feet.
It was a damn good choke hold, though. I ended up dizzy to a point where once I stood up, I ended up falling back down. One of his friends tried to close in on me, but I manage to hook an ankle with one foot while shoving his hip with the other and drop him. I dodge back inside before the guy can come at me again.
The first thing I notice once I'm back inside is that my glasses fell off. The promoter finds them and hands them to me. I spend my time recovering from the sleeper putting my glasses back together and bending the frames back into place while I explain to the manager and J what happened. The crowd clears enough for me to lock the main doors up, and that's the end of that.
The absolute best part about all this? We have another set of bands in this genre tomorrow night. Thankfully they won't be the same ones, because if I was able to get out of tonight with just busted glasses and a massive dizzy spell for an hour, I'm pretty sure I'll end up hospitalized tomorrow night.
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