01-15-2011, 03:07 AM
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Originally Posted by Mike Honcho
After a night of partying with two friends, the club let out (2:00 a.m) we were outside shooting the shit, trying to find some birds to bring back to the nest. I look over and see my buddy Rabbit (5'5 125 lbs. soaking wet) talking to this black girl with his phone out, out of the blue I hear a commotion and look over to see my friend in a bit of a tussle with this black guy twice his size, so I run over and try to break the fight up. After about 15-20 seconds the fight stops and I walk my friend away from the crowd, so I ask him 'What the fuck happened?', and all he said was 'he just blind sided me, I guess that was his girlfriend?'. We continue to walk towards my car and unbeknownst to me, the guy who started the fight wasn't finished. He runs up with 4-5 friends and says to my friend 'you think that was it?', so I try to defuse the situation (knowing my two friends aren't the fighting type), but eventually he took a swing at me, I ducked and countered with a right uppercut, which made him stumble backwards, then all of the sudden everything went blank, I don't know if I was knocked out or the adrenaline caused me to lose touch with real time. I came to wrestling with two guys in the middle of a side street next to the police sub-station downtown, I end up getting the full mount on of the guys (no homo) and as I'm landing my 4th or 5th good punch to his face, I feel my entire body tense up and I go into a seizure like shake, after what seemed an eternity it stops, so I try and get up to run, that's when I hear 'Get Down!', then a knee came across my back and my hands were ripped out and then forced behind my back, they stand me up and I realized I was just tasered. I ended up being the only one who went to jail that night.
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Adrenalin sure is a funny thing. I trained in martial arts since I was 10 and was a fearsome sight when I was doing my patterns. Then I had my first amateur boxing match after high school and I looked like... well an amateur. It takes experience to control the adrenalin.
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