Posted by Dead_By_Dawn at c231053-a.bvrtn1.or.home.com on November 10, 2001 at 02:08:32:
In Reply to: I have redeemed myself.... posted by Mr.Joshua on November 10, 2001 at 01:59:42:
It's my nature to be skeptical of what I read on the Internet so please don't be offended if I don't 100% believe you. But if this did indeed happen, my hat is off to you sir because that was the right thing to do.
DbD
: I do beleive I have redeemed my honor concerning that whole stripper incident earlier this week.
: So, those same to fucks who drug me to the strip club last weekend, drug me to one of those stupid fucking ten dollars a head house parties you always see on dateline. You know, the ones were everybody goes around with glowsticks and listens to techno music in the dark.
: I met this girl there, who had also been dragged there by a guy she was dating, some fucking college frat boy asshole (as a townie I am legaly required to hateguys who go to school especially if they are in a fraternity) so I was chatting it up with her all friendly like, no agenda, just having fun, when this guy comes back from the bathroom or whatever and totally cock blocks me. He gets all up in my face, "I'm gonna kick yo ass" general Shannon Hamilton type shit.
: A back off, went back to my buddies at the keg, I personally don't drink or do drugs because I grew up on G.I.Joe and knowing is half the battle, so after the coclkblock I decided to check in with these two knuckleheads then duckout. Before I can, I see this frat fuck, grab a coulpe beers, and slip a little something into one of them. GHB anyone? Can you beleive that shit?
: I pointed out to one of my buddies, he was unconcerned, said I should just mind my own business and let the guy get his swerve on. FUCK THAT. Too many Batman and Punisher comics make leaving this be impossible, so I follow him. I lost him in the crowd, and spent the next fifteen minutes searching the house wadding through the crowd till finally I spot them, he's got her in the laundry room, she doesn't look so good. I hang back, not knowing what to do.
: She's sweating, he's pawing at her, she's trying to push him away from third base, I can't hear the converstation, but I know what's going down. She's barely awake. He puts her arm around his shoulder and leads her upstairs... to the bedrooms. My heart is pounding. Am I a psycho? I should just go home. She came here with him, she had to have known what might happen. Hasn't she heard of date rape? I can't leave it alone. She was cute, a nice girl, she didn't want to be here and I'm a FUCKING psycho. I look for trouble, love th thrill of a good beat down. I am a thug at heart.
: Up the stairs I go, only a few feet behind them, it's crowded, he doesn't see me. (I've had practice at following people like this.) They go into a bedroom, shut the door. I wait a minute, then knock on the door. No answer.
: After about five minutes, he comes to the door, no shirt. More threats. "I'm sorry I thought this was the bathroom", I say. Wait till the door almost closes, then BAM kick it in LAPD style. A low kick to his kneecap puts him down, another knee to the head. He's drunk, unprepared. I hit him with a right cross, while he's on his knees. I pull him up and knee him in his nuts, feel his halfstock through my pants. I slam hi back to the ground, and give him a few kicks to the ribs for good measure. One for the girl, one for any girl who has ever been through this, one for MY MOMMA, and one more for Sgt. Slaughter.
: The girl's out cold. I put her in the bathtub, turn on the cold water and I get a bit of a response, she pukes on me. A quick call to 911, wait for the ambulance to get into site, but the cops are here as well. I slip out the window onto the roof, shimmy down the drainpipe (adreniline pumping)and head for the woods.
: Now here I am, beleive it or not.