The last fight I was in was pretty stupid. A "friend" came to my house and asked if I wanted to go for a ride. I said sure, and went out and got into the car. I looked around and the driver was a friend of my brother's, the guy in the passenger seat was a fresh out of juvy kid that had some beef with me, a giant black guy in the back seat, a girl, my "friend" and me. Pretty tight.
Already I know I'm ******, and they're already pulling out so I wasn't about to bail. The "friend" reaches over and locks the door
confused: Does he think I'm not capable of pulling it up?) Now we're heading up the main road and they're talking about where to take me (abandoning all subtlety). They picked out a park...right next to the God damn police station. I said "No, that's just stupid, the cops are right there. Morons." I suggested a littlish park next to an old high school so we go there. They stop in the parking lot right in front of the road (again, morons). The driver jumps out as I'm getting out and punches me. Thanks for being fair, asshole.
I figure, no problem, just 1 on 1 for now, I can handle myself. Then the guy I have "beef" with gets involved. Great, 2 on 1, I can at least put up a fight but still get my ass beat. Then my "friend" gets in on it. 3 on 1. I'm fscked now. I was thinking "Dear God I hope the big black guy doesn't get out." But he didn't. Him and the chick cheered them on.
Well, I don't really remember what was happening because I was getting hit from every direction. All I know is I remained standing (I knew if I hit the ground I was done). Some people in a car stopped on the road and said they were calling the cops. So the kids ran back to the car, and at the same time, a van pulled up and tapped their bumper, to block them in. The driver of the van got out and went towards the car, but they backed up and nearly hit her. They got out and drove off (the passenger got the plate).
They came over to me and gave me a bottle of water. Ex-military, and now paramedics. Perfect people to show up. I was literally dazed and confused. Anyways, the cops show up and get my statement, and whatever happened happened.
The point behind the story is that despite the pretenses of a fair fight to resolve an issue, it will always get out of hand if one person is losing. In this case, I would probably have ended up with a few broken bones and possibly worse had these people not broken up the "fight". Once the adrenaline starts flowing in an uncontrolled area, all the rules go out the window.
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