Went out last night.
Some big, drunk, over cocky motherf*cker came up to me. Pointed his finger at my chest to try the "hey look here" then come up with a quick swipe at the head. The guy then goes over to a group of ladies, tries to score and then gets shutdown.
I was in a pretty good mood at the time, rolled with it and kind of laughed. A few minutes pass by.
This guy's buddy starts talking shit about me - maybe just because I'm there? All kinds of shit. "hey look at that jackass...blah blah blah."
The bouncers and regulars know I'm a decent fella and I never, ever start shit. The guy himself starts getting louder and louder and more aggressive and spouting stuff left and right.
His buddy is wearing a shirt with his company logo on it (big mistake) and starts making faces at my direction from down the bar and pointing at me. I didn't say anything back. Just stared his ass down - if he got within my personal space, I was going to attack him hard.
His feet were at normal stance, legs straight (maybe locked?) first thing that flashed in my mind was a right cross into his face to stagger him (or knock him flat on his ass given his balance/stance and relatively small legs), check his leg/knee strength with a cut kick if he's still standing and then bar-stool-do for his buddy if he jumps in, whose much larger.
His buddy glanced at me, read my intentions, starts to back down and tries to dissassociate himself from the guy a little.
Guy realizes he's being a dip shit, starts doing the "hey buddy!" and tries to change his tone to change the environment he created and ease the tension. The bartenders sense he's had enough to drink, deny him and cut off his tab -- good on them!
I excercised a good bit of self-control and professionalism. I was more than ready to deliver the goods if it came to it.
The aggressor was a middle-eastern/latin looking guy in his early to mid 40's, mostly bald, approximately 5'9" - 5'11", husky-overweight 220-230 lbs with a moustache-goatee strap; he was wearing an olive green type polo and shorts.
His buddy was a blonde gentelman, mid to late 30's, wearing a white, button up shirt, khaki pants with a company logo on the left hand side, stood approximately 6'2" to 6'4" and probably weighed 240 ish, slightly overweight but not compared to his friend.
Some big, drunk, over cocky motherf*cker came up to me. Pointed his finger at my chest to try the "hey look here" then come up with a quick swipe at the head. The guy then goes over to a group of ladies, tries to score and then gets shutdown.
I was in a pretty good mood at the time, rolled with it and kind of laughed. A few minutes pass by.
This guy's buddy starts talking shit about me - maybe just because I'm there? All kinds of shit. "hey look at that jackass...blah blah blah."
The bouncers and regulars know I'm a decent fella and I never, ever start shit. The guy himself starts getting louder and louder and more aggressive and spouting stuff left and right.
His buddy is wearing a shirt with his company logo on it (big mistake) and starts making faces at my direction from down the bar and pointing at me. I didn't say anything back. Just stared his ass down - if he got within my personal space, I was going to attack him hard.
His feet were at normal stance, legs straight (maybe locked?) first thing that flashed in my mind was a right cross into his face to stagger him (or knock him flat on his ass given his balance/stance and relatively small legs), check his leg/knee strength with a cut kick if he's still standing and then bar-stool-do for his buddy if he jumps in, whose much larger.
His buddy glanced at me, read my intentions, starts to back down and tries to dissassociate himself from the guy a little.
Guy realizes he's being a dip shit, starts doing the "hey buddy!" and tries to change his tone to change the environment he created and ease the tension. The bartenders sense he's had enough to drink, deny him and cut off his tab -- good on them!
I excercised a good bit of self-control and professionalism. I was more than ready to deliver the goods if it came to it.
The aggressor was a middle-eastern/latin looking guy in his early to mid 40's, mostly bald, approximately 5'9" - 5'11", husky-overweight 220-230 lbs with a moustache-goatee strap; he was wearing an olive green type polo and shorts.
His buddy was a blonde gentelman, mid to late 30's, wearing a white, button up shirt, khaki pants with a company logo on the left hand side, stood approximately 6'2" to 6'4" and probably weighed 240 ish, slightly overweight but not compared to his friend.
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