Postby JeanryChandler » Mon Oct 13, 2003 7:08 pm
Yeah, I know what you mean about the shoudler injury, literally. I think breaking bones (and cutting tendons ala Jarnac) is the one sure way to defeat that "adrenaline freak out" factor. I myself have been in a lot of bar -fights, you might say I considered it a kind of recreational sport in my day..
I'm a big fat guy with a high pain threshold and I seem to get very strong adrenaline surge. My main strategy in a fight is to close to short range where I can either grapple or power punch my way to victory. People over the years have made many attempts to stem my rush. I have been hit in the head with bats, pepper gassed, maced, zapped with stun guns, cut with knives, struck and beaten with nearly every method you can imagine by boxers, martial artists and cops, with bats, pipes bottles, police batons and flashlights, and none of that was sufficient so stop me.
The one thing I distinctly remember stopping me other than being grappled by large numbers of people, was once in afight at the Abbey Bar in Decatur Street around 1989, when a really big skinhead hit me on my neck with brass knuckles and broke my collar bone.
That made me instantly helpless and at his mercy. If my friends hadn't had been there in fact I would probably not be writing this, as my big mouth had already ensured that boot party eagerly awaited by his friends would not have been characterised by tenderness or any likeleyhood of mercy...
JR
"We can't all be saints"
John Dillinger