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The little guy in my experience is usually the mouthy one. The bigger guy is almost always the "uhg, oog, me want fight, ug" sort of knuckl-dragging side-scratching bloke. Not always, but often. No reason for a fight other than they just don't like your look or they're just spoiling for one and you're the nearest chump they can wail on.
Stories like this just show we humans, at least some of us anyway, haven't evolved much beyond baboons. In fact in some cases I think baboons are a rung or two higher.
Hard to "leave your training in the ring" in a case like this. Better to use it to disable one of them quickly, then have a 1 on 1 with the other idiot. Break a knee if you have to. Hey, you're defending yourself. :D
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