Last fight I was in was with my room-mate. Unfortunately I couldn't get too many good shots in on him as I kept getting pulled off of him by people evey time I'd move in for the kill
He swung at me - missed, but knicked my cheek with a nai (I assume it was his thumbnail as his hand was balled in a fist), which bled a little bit. This sent me into berzerker mode... but my gf and his gf both jumped on my back to keep me from killing him. The look on my face must have been pretty intense because he backed away rather quickly.
Next little scrap I'm downstairs carrying my shit upstairs and he tries to close on me. Bad idea - I'm a pretty good wrestler... took him down instantly. I had my left arm around his throat, chest on his neck, and started wailing on his ribcage and kidneys with my right. That lasted all of five seconds however, as his cousin - who was a friend of mine - got me in a strangle-hold to pull me off. Again, roomie backed off quickly.
What sucked about the whole fracass is I never really got to land any solid punches; of course, neither did he, but I got a tiny scrape on my cheek and rugburns on my legs from when I took him down. So
I came out of it w/ more damage than he did... and that pissed me off, as I would have easily kicked the living shit out of him if he weren't bailed-out every damn time I tried.
The next day he was talking all kinds of shit at work... until I showed up and invited him to step into the parking lot to continue where we had left off. This time, with no one there to save his ass. He wisely chose to back down. He quit later that week.
