Originally Posted by ArsewithClass

Ive been in loads of street fights, always against 2, 3, 4 or 5 people at a time.

I never star the problems. I have either been defending others, or a cpl of times it was rival gangs starting as I had left my work place as a doorman. 3 guys, 2 girls, not once did I hit the girls yet they were trying to stand on myself with heels and put ciggies out so I lost the plot & poked 1 guys eyes out, smashed the other to the ground & the other had my sovereign inprint in his face 3 weeks later when he tried to come into another club I was on the door at... lol... I didnt let him in.

I also smashed the crap out of a neighbours face when he tried to hit my misses over the head with a chair. All because his jealousy with his wife and my partner chatting. His face was black 3 maybe 4 weeks later.

I took the barefist fighting champion out when he started punching me in the face walking home from a club. I told him to back off, even after a blow to my face. I ended up kicking the shit out of him after 2 more blows to my face, then helped him walk home.

I really hate fighting but im trained up to my guns & do lose the plot once Ive warned people off 2,3 or sometimes 4 times.

People are horrible & some dont even understand the meaning of "leave it".

I suppose the proudest moment in the street that I have had. Was on New years eve 2007 when some twat began hasseling myself and Natalie. He pushed myself, I lost my footing & ended up on my arse, sitting looking at him. When he pushed Natalie also!!! I was like, WTF! But instead of starting, I caught my partner in my arms, stood her up nice & easily, stood up & said, come one babe, arm over her shoulder & walked off into the next club. We had a bloody fantastic night!

I say, keep it real, keep it fun, & live life to the max. Who needs anger, violence & haters!