I was hoping I’d never be in a “streetfight”, though on the inside I’ve always curious as to how I would do. Well, now I know.
It’s spring rush season around here, and last night one of the fraternities had a party, and signed some band (I never found out which). I went with my roommate and a couple of friends. We were standing next to a pool table, just talking and waiting for people to show up, when three guys come walking through the door. One of them looks in my direction and says “It’s f.ucking Chris!” (He might’ve said “It’s f.ucking Nick!”, too, I didn’t hear him clearly), and starts walking towards me.
Now, my name is neither Chris nor Nick, so I figured Chris/Nick was behind me, so I got out of the way to let him pass, but instead he came right for me. Suddenly, he grabs my shirt with his left hand and ****s back his right hand like he’s gonna throw a big haymaker-style punch. I put my hands up, shrugged up my shoulders and the punch hit either my shoulder or the top of my head. I think it kind of glanced off, because it didn’t hurt at all and I don’t have a bruise or anything now.
He ****ed his arm back to hit me again, and I figured I better hit back, so I threw a left-right combination. Both punches hit cleanly, the first one hit him in the cheek and the second one hit just below the ear as he turned his head away. The second one knocked him down, and I think it knocked him out, too. In any case, he was on the ground, and he didn’t move for a few seconds, though I’m not sure if he was unconcious or not.
His friends had tried to grab him just as he was going after me, and they helped him up now, and I was getting worried. But one of them said to him “Dude, that’s not him” and the other one told me “He’s drunk”. Apparently getting hit had sobered him up some, though, because he was really embarassed and even apologized to me, telling me he thought I was someone else. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do in this situation, so I asked him if he needed some ice or anything (this was all really awkward). He said he was fine, and they went in another room, and I just decided to leave.
This whole thing, from them showing up to the punches to the talking and me leaving, took maybe a minute and a half. It was all really weird. Everyone in the room was staring at us, the three guys were all really embarassed, and so was I.
I walked back to my apartment building, and though I didn’t shake, I felt kind of unsteady and “hollow” - I can’t describe what hollow is, but I felt hollow somehow. I remember the whole thing really clearly, I even remember exactly where my punches hit.
All in all, this whole thing could’ve turned out a whole lot worse - none of the guys were mad, none of them looked like they would hold a grudge or anything, and I don’t think anyone really got hurt - the guy I hit will probably have a couple bruises, but I didn’t hit him in the nose, eye, or mouth, so he should be all right. He seemed fine after he got up. I’m fine too, after feeling my head while I was writing this, I realize I do have kind of a tender spot on the left side of the top of my head, towards the back, and there’s a little bump, but it doesn’t hurt unless I press on it.
Anyway, that’s my story. I got in a street fight (though it was really a “house fight”) last night. Only 599 more and I’ll be like Rickson Gracie.
