Bar Fight

By: The Hammer

It was Spring Break of our Senior Year at the University of Texas. My friend Kelly and I couldn't afford to go to Cancun with the rest of our friends, so we decided to take a drive to Houston for the weekend. We figured we'd do a little bar hopping, flirt with some Cowboys and have a little bit of fun. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. We arrived in Houston around 4:00 pm on Friday afternoon and quickly checked into a Motel 6. We decided to get something quick to eat, then hit the bars. And we decided to really vamp it up. Kelly wore a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, with Cowboy Boots and a sleeveless, backless white halter top that showed her right shoulder tattoo off rather nicely. I decided on a very low waisted, black leather mini skirt, with black spiked heels and a black leather vest, which clearly displayed my dangling belly chain naval ring. We had already been to several bars and were having a really good time until we strolled in to a really sleazy bar. What a mistake. Kelly had already had too much to drink and was beginning to slur her words. As we made our way through the crowd, Kelly accidentally bumped into a man, who spilled his beer on his girlfriends shirt. The woman went nuts, swearing at Kelly, calling her a whore and pushing her against the bar. Kelly was too drunk to keep her mouth shut, so she called the woman a slut and the fight was on. The woman threw her drink in Kelly's face, then grabbed her by the hair and began pulling. There were several people in my way as I tried to get back to help her, and just as I pushed through the crowd, the woman punched Kelly in the face, while another woman with a nose ring hit her over the head with a beer bottle, knocking her unconscious and to the ground. I was closest to nose ring, so I spun her around and punched her square in the face. Nose ring didn't know what hit her. My punch bloodied her nose and she fell to the ground. The woman who started the fight threw a punch at me which missed, and I hit her with a left hook that landed just under her right tit. I then slammed her in the face with my right knee, and she fell backwards onto a table. The rednecks were yelling "Catfight" as another woman joined the fray, jumping me from behind, just as the bartender arrived to break things up. I was pushed out the backdoor, into an alley, along with the other 3 women, as Kelly lay unconscious on the floor. It was raining now as the entire bar emptied into the alley. The fight wasn't over, it was just beginning. The 3 women immediately attacked me. Nose ring threw a punch that I managed to avoid, but then connected with a hard right to my belly. The 3rd woman, who seemed much older than the rest of us, then grabbed me. She held my arms behind my back so Nose Ring could rifle 3 hard rights into my exposed belly. My knees buckled, then it was the 1st woman's turn. "You punched me in the tit, now I'm going to punch you in the tit." She ripped my vest open, exposing both tits and the nipple ring I wore on my left nipple. She grabbed my nipple ring. "This should be an attractive target." She hit me in the left tit with 4 hard rights. The rednecks were clearly loving it as they roared their approval. Now nose ring grabbed one arm and the older woman grabbed the other as the 1st woman really tore into me. She must have hit me with 15 straight punches to the belly. The sound of her fist slamming into my unprotected belly echoed throughout the night air. I was gasping for breath and had dropped to my knees with my head slumping straight down. The older woman grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back up. Nose ring then punched me in the side of the face, dropping me face first into the pavement. My torn vest was completely open and almost off me. They flipped me over onto my back, then punched me repeatedly in the left tit, before grabbing both tits and scratching and clawing away, nearly ripping my nipple ring off in the process. I could hear the sound of police sirens in the distance, and with it raining harder now, the crowd began to disperse. The 3 women who beat me ran back into the bar as the police and emt's entered through the front door. They attended to Kelly first, taking her by ambulance to the hospital. A woman cop and an emt came to my aid. I told them I was alright, I just couldn't find my shoes, having lost them in the scuffle. They wanted me to give them a statement and put me in the back of the police car barefoot, my vest still open and my tits hanging out with scratches and claw marks all over them. My belly was completely beat red but I was OK. I found out later that the older woman was actually the mother of the 2 other girls. No charges were ever filed. Kelly and I left Houston the next day. Kelly had 6 stiches in her head. I had lost my shoes in the scuffle, but not my dignity.