(02-02-2014 01:57 AM)deathtofatties Wrote: It's easy to start a fight and win when you outnumber your opponents. If that hood-savage that started it was alone, he'd have kept his mouth shut and walked.
The white guys didn't want to fight at all, and they knew the odds were against them. Stepping in to save a friend might have just made it far worse for all three of them and resulted in a fatality or two. It's easy to think that in their shoes you'd accept a few more punches to help out a friend, but in real life you'd be frozen in fear.
The lesson here is... carry a gun.
If you don't have a gun, and you can't run, throw the first punch and knock the fucker out. Strike the shepard and the sheep will scatter.
I've been in this situation, and I was not frozen in fear. My rule is to strike first. If someone gets up in my face and starts making threats, I hit first. If there's going to be a fight, I'm striking first, no point in giving my opponent an advantage.
I had a guy in Mexico come up to me as I was eating a torta. Guy goes, "Te voy a matar (I'm going to kill you)." I dropped my torta and jabbed him in the face. He steps back, bloodied, stunned. His buddies, about 4 of them (so 5 total), come at me and surround me. They're smaller than me (I'm 6 ft, 2" with boots), so none of them wants to close. They encircled me, then one would rush in, take a kick at me, retreat, then another would do the same, from another direction. Meanwhile, my buddy, seeing what's happening, and with his torta in his other hand, rushes up to one of them and lands his left fist (he's left handed). That guy and my friend exchange, while the other four keep encircling me, taking kicks at me, then retreating, with none of them wanting to close with me. I kept jabbing/kicking, and retreating, jabbing and retreating, until my buddy and I made it back to the night club door and stepped inside. Bouncers blocked the group outside.
So I left the first fellow bloodied, my buddy connected solidly with another fellow, and both my buddy and I were perfectly fine. We kept on having fun the rest of the night at the club. Sometimes when people go looking for trouble, they'll find it. They'll think twice next time they try to assault some Americans.
Also, note, this was about 10 years ago before the cartels started their chaos. I would not even think of going to a Mexican border-town, at all, at this point in time.
I've been in other fights as well, and I've never hit the ground. I had my lip split in one fight, but I still never hit the ground, and if I did, I'd do my best to get back up. I'd take a beatdown before walking away while a friend of mine is getting beat down. I couldn't show weakness like that, how would I face my friend the next day? No way, that's not how my friends and I roll. What these guys did was a violation of the bro code.