Ivy Mike
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For those that have peeked through a few martial arts threads, you have probably seen my posts on Krav Maga. I'm a fairly new guy to the art having studied it for just about 6 months.
Well, last night at a favorite pub, I was forced into puting it to use. Now, I didn't have my carry piece on me as I had planned on drinking. The Makarov was sleeping in the glove box of my car at the time which is where it always sits when I plan on consuming alcohol.
Anyway, down to the good part.
A buddy and I were finishing up for the evening and had paid our tabs and left. We had walked to our vehicles and he had gotten in his already. Just then, he (mike) jumps out and starts walking over to tell me something about plans for dinner tomorrow. Well, the moment he shut the car door, a man had just stepped out of the pub and was walking to his car. He began yelling at my friend. The scumbag was yelling obscenities and asking what Mike was doing in his (the scumbags) car. Mike was distancing himself from the irate man as I exited my car. Mike was trying to explain that he had not been in the guys car, but the guy wasn't having it.
Mike got to my car (only a few spaces away) and I was standing next to it at this point. The scumbag noticed that Mike was not alone, so he slowed his pace. He is stading a couple yards away and resumes yelling about Mike being in his car. Mike is explaining that he wasn't in the mans car and invited the man to go check it out to verify.
Again, the beligerence returns and he is calling Mike a liar.
At this point, he points to me and tells me to shut the f*** up and not open my mouth.
I informed him that I hadn't said anything and that he wouldn't speak to me that way. I had already begun (unwittingly...love that training) to position myself to fight. The guy told me that I needed to back down or he would swing on me.
Now, my reply probably wasn't too smart. I could have just said OK and let him finish his tirade. Well, the Irishman, fueled by beer, replied "and what if I don't?"
At this point, he threw the first punch at me. A little slowed by drink, I dodged a little late and incompletely. His sloppy hook struck a glancing blow high on my neck.
It wouldn't have mattered if he had missed altogether or had landed full force into my face. My fist was already moving. My hook was aimed much better and had more force behind it. It connected solidly with the side of his face; staggering him.
I would have stopped a year ago and waited to see what happened next. That was most certainly not the case last night. The training kicked in and I went to work. The drills ordered me to drive a few more punches home.
I had closed the gap after hitting him 3 or 4 times in the cheek and neck area. Now, I grabbed his shoulders and drove 2 knee strikes home into his abdomen. I suddenly noticed I couldn't deliver a third.
This was because he had fallen into me and then to the ground.
At this point, both Mike and I made a hasty exit. I debated calling the police, but decided against such a thing. I didn't feel like risking a public intoxication charge and possibly assault.
So, critique my night. What could I have done differently?
What would you have done?
Well, last night at a favorite pub, I was forced into puting it to use. Now, I didn't have my carry piece on me as I had planned on drinking. The Makarov was sleeping in the glove box of my car at the time which is where it always sits when I plan on consuming alcohol.
Anyway, down to the good part.
A buddy and I were finishing up for the evening and had paid our tabs and left. We had walked to our vehicles and he had gotten in his already. Just then, he (mike) jumps out and starts walking over to tell me something about plans for dinner tomorrow. Well, the moment he shut the car door, a man had just stepped out of the pub and was walking to his car. He began yelling at my friend. The scumbag was yelling obscenities and asking what Mike was doing in his (the scumbags) car. Mike was distancing himself from the irate man as I exited my car. Mike was trying to explain that he had not been in the guys car, but the guy wasn't having it.
Mike got to my car (only a few spaces away) and I was standing next to it at this point. The scumbag noticed that Mike was not alone, so he slowed his pace. He is stading a couple yards away and resumes yelling about Mike being in his car. Mike is explaining that he wasn't in the mans car and invited the man to go check it out to verify.
Again, the beligerence returns and he is calling Mike a liar.
At this point, he points to me and tells me to shut the f*** up and not open my mouth.
I informed him that I hadn't said anything and that he wouldn't speak to me that way. I had already begun (unwittingly...love that training) to position myself to fight. The guy told me that I needed to back down or he would swing on me.
Now, my reply probably wasn't too smart. I could have just said OK and let him finish his tirade. Well, the Irishman, fueled by beer, replied "and what if I don't?"
At this point, he threw the first punch at me. A little slowed by drink, I dodged a little late and incompletely. His sloppy hook struck a glancing blow high on my neck.
It wouldn't have mattered if he had missed altogether or had landed full force into my face. My fist was already moving. My hook was aimed much better and had more force behind it. It connected solidly with the side of his face; staggering him.
I would have stopped a year ago and waited to see what happened next. That was most certainly not the case last night. The training kicked in and I went to work. The drills ordered me to drive a few more punches home.
I had closed the gap after hitting him 3 or 4 times in the cheek and neck area. Now, I grabbed his shoulders and drove 2 knee strikes home into his abdomen. I suddenly noticed I couldn't deliver a third.
This was because he had fallen into me and then to the ground.
At this point, both Mike and I made a hasty exit. I debated calling the police, but decided against such a thing. I didn't feel like risking a public intoxication charge and possibly assault.
So, critique my night. What could I have done differently?
What would you have done?
