Watched a recap of the race I missed, and went to the doctors to see if I was good to go for racing again.

What gun did you use?

sorry, didn't notice the comment, I have one gun, and it's my Ruger SR 45, it's effective, and intimidates when I need to use it.

The only time I ever got into a fight I blacked out and came back to me pinning a kid to the ground with an arm under my knee and crushing the back of his neck. He never threw another ice block at my head again.

how old were you? there's no way you could have the strength to crush a kid's throat with your knee at that age unless you were training or some shit.

Jesus ._.

Yeah.... crazy shit this weekend 

Well it's good to see you are alright, even if you are a bit worse for wear. And it looks like those twats are going to get what's coming to them <.<

Thanks, and I hope so. they do deserve it, don't they?

They'll be dropping the soap and you'll be enjoying your 'stab cash' lol

lol

Damn, that's fucking badass. Don't listen to the inevitable hippies here who will tell you that you shouldn't have pulled the gun. Someone pulls a knife on you, it's not a fight anymore, it's a crime.

exactly my thought process, I can't risk a fight with him wielding a knife, and certainly with my wife in the fray.

Damn. You shouldn't have gone out there to fight, it's a stupid thing to do. If anything you should have gone out, drawn, and told them they had 3 seconds to get the fuck out.

I'm not the kind of guy who goes to the extreme options first, and besides, then if they called my bluff, they would KNOW I had the gun and would've tried to take it off me.

I've smoked Tobacco, and weed.
I'm a partaker in alcohol.
I've had Oxycotin+morphine because of a major injuries during my career.
I LOVE caffeine.

Kill them all, Johnny.

I was going to if they decided to call my bluff, but they didn't.

Okay! story time!
*sits down*

So me and my wife had decided to take a night out, and have some fun at the local drinking establishment, it was a friday night and we both wanted to go drinking. all is going well, I'm enjoying myself, she is as well. so I get up from our table, and go to get another round for us, a Screwdriver for her, and some rum & coke on rocks for me. I start talking to a friend I happened to see, and glance at our table while talking to see some douche canoe trying to hit on my wife.

 I'd normally think nothing of it, as my wife can handle her own, and has before with random douchebags trying to hit on her. the guy was average build, nothing to scoff at, but she could handle it, he also wore some fruity necklace and I saw the gleam of some ear rings later on, he was the very definition of a rich douchebag, anyways, she clearly isn't having it when I notice the guy's cronies walking up on the table, one of them was a slim guy, a featherweight who could be quick on his feet, the other two almost looked like bouncers with the way they were built, one in a black wife beater, and the other in a blue t-shirt. I then realize what they were doing and tell my friend to hold onto my drinks for me, and go to intervene. my wife can handle her own, but not against these guys.

I walk up on our table and kindly tell them to back off, sit back down, and enjoy their nights. the douche then says "No, you can fuck off cuz I'll fucking wreck you and then take you for everything you own,"

 Now, I WAS buzzed at the time, and had a bit of liquid courage in me, so I reply,
"Ok, well this IS my table, so please leave my wife alone before I have to throw you and your cronies out of here myself."

He then says, "OH, we've got a tough guy here! well, why don't we take this outside so I can whoop your ass and take your girl the easy way!"

I reply," Fuck that, just fuck off dude, I don't want to kick your ass in front of your friends, it'll be humiliating for you tough guy."

He gets up in a huff and smacks the back of my head trying to start something, no feedback, so he hits me again...
he does it again...
and again...

Finally I snap, "Alright, if you're so fucking hellbent on it, we'll fucking go into the side lot." they walk out with grins on their faces, and we pursue.

 so we walk up on the side lot, and all four of them are getting ready to fight. I say "Ok, 4 of them at once, might wanna back off a bit dear, in case things go sour, so you can get out quickly and call the cops."

What I'm about to write is an approximation of events that followed, from what I saw in the fray, and what my wife saw.

in greentext form. (sorry)

>Walk up
>We gonna do this? -douchebag
> yes -me
>His one bouncer guy in the blue shirt runs at me with a drunken swing over arm
>catch his arm, knee to balls
>he keels over, bouncer 2 in wife beater comes in, I parry, and punch him clean in the jaw
>he's still fucking coming
>punched in the stomach, flinch
>punch the guy clearly in the nose, he's bleeding
>Blue shirt tries to get back up, I kick him in the stomach as he's trying to get up, no prisoners when you start shit w/ me
>Hear the rattle of a chain
>thin guy's got a god damn bike chain in his pocket... dafuq, these guys aren't fighting for fun anymore, it's for keeps now.
>Clocked over the head with the god damn chain. wife noticed the black shirt guy's wallet fell out of his pocket.
>now facing chain guy
>he goes for another hit, but I catch the chain.
>Pull him into a punch to the throat, wife sees douchebag walking up on me with a knife
>Dumbass decides "going for a vital area? fuck that, here, I'll stab your arm and try to cut the arm open."
>I realize games are fucking over, this guy is here to kill
>back off, use my good arm to pull my pistol (I only ever have one shot in there, in case shit DOES go down and he charges
>He, and his cronies all fucking run back to the Mercedes he was driving, it was an SLS (See? he WAS a rich douche!)
>Wife comes up to me, calling the cops and shit
>3 minutes of terror, and my wife bitching at me about how she "could've handled it", and how I was an idiot for stepping in

(no more greentexting)
Cops finally show up, explain everything (cop's a little pissed about me pulling the pistol, but saw it was the right thing to do in the situation and commends me for not firing.) and he asks who they were, and my wife remembers the guy losing his wallet, and the guy has all his info in there. I was lucky as shit as the cops have a face, AND the car they should be looking for. So now the ambulance has showed up, I'm getting looked at, when my wife asks the cops about what we can do once the guy is caught. cop replies " assault charges, he CAN get a jail sentence, but you'll most likely get compensation in the form of sweet "stab cash" (as he put it.)

Now they've caught him, and I've got a court date for the 18th of September for this... and my arm's all patched up... I can still drive and do my job, but the cut was pretty nasty, he had some stupid spike things on his knife, so they tore up the end of the 5 inch long gash in my arm, it ended up with the blade going in a half-inch to my arm, and the bruises from the chain didn't exactly help my condition



TL DR- I got shanked in a fight with a douche bad trying to hit on my wife. pulled my pistol as a last resort and now I'm suing the shit out of the douche for shanking me on the 18th.

Point of topic- Post yer own stories about injury/fights, and AMA bout the thing that happened!

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that people work on the weekends.

I work every day... perks of working at home/ at leisure... I have the choice to work when I want, except when a race is coming up, then I'm up from 5AM to 7PM working, then it's about 4 hours of free time before bed.

drinking a nice tall glass of iced tea.

This, as well as being a sort of Demi-ninja (locking, moving, and pinning threads upon request).

... so they're weaker than ninjas... they're Samurai?

Sorry, didn't mean to take credit of it. :/
I'm sorry.

no need to say sorry, just pointing out the fact that this was a thing on the Flood DJ thingy.

I would only kill if my life was in immediate danger, or my family was in danger.

Marty is love, Marty is life