Nasty Brawl: Take 2

It was Friday night, a little past midnight, and the Club was packed and hopping. It was somewhere between football season and basketball season and the sports fanatics were out on the town. Big games were just on. Conversations were focused on the "best plays" and how much money had been bet.

A table with nine guys was getting louder and louder until they got downright obnoxious. Adrenaline was flowing. Egos were flaring as player statistics were being used as shields to defend men's arguments. Our floor man, Max, approached their table. In my opinion Max was the scariest bouncer in our club. The silent but deadly type, he didn't talk much, he grunted. He was maxed out in every way: maxed out with muscles, steroids, pills, liquor, ladies and life. He was huge. Max told them to keep it down a bit and to control their table as it was beginning to disrupt the surrounding parties. One of the really tall basketball fans stood up and told Max to go fuck off! That was the wrong thing to say to him.

Max grabbed this guy by his neck, shoved him down one of the emergency exit hallways, and then began to beat the living shit out of this guy...literally. The guy shit his pants within the first 5 blows to his body. But that didn't stop Max. He continued to kick and punch every inch of the tall man's limp frame. I saw every blow that Max threw during those vicious five-minutes, as I had an unobstructed view of his pure brutality! Max finally got tired of beating a rag-doll. He dragged him outside and left him to lick his wounds once he finally regained consciousness. I'm sure he was one sore puppy when he woke up. Max had to wrap his bloody knuckles, change dress shirts, and take a quick rinse in the bathroom to remove the remaining blood splatter.

When you are in a place with HUGE bouncers and floor men, DO NOT tell them to go fuck themselves. Remember that they're waiting for you stupid fucks to pull that shit so they have a reason to beat your ass to a bloody pulp. You pop off at the wrong guys, and you'll never know where you end up. Most of them are pissed off at the world, just waiting for some drunken schmuck to talk shit. They'll gladly let off some steam on the next chump to challenge their ego. "Go ahead. Make Their Day!"

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