Legend: S.H.A.R.P. - Skin Head Against Racial Predjudice Bad Rep - a 20+ year old S.H.A.R.P crew from Kentucky now defunct Not that big just 4 people involved. It was pretty fucked. A guy comes inside tells me "I've been comin here 7 years and never been in a fight and i don't want that to change tonight. There are 2 assholes outside startin shit." I guess a few people heard cause when I went outside they followed one bottle in hand. Now the person bottle in hand in a friend of mine. A good guy. I've never known him to be anything but 100% chill except when his friend got jumped once. He's standing behind the non-regulars (from now known as touble makers) lookin at me pointing at there heads to see who's the trouble maker. I send him back inside. Just so happens one of the non regulars goes in right after. The guy grabs a seat at the bar and "Bad Rep 1" is standing next to him. "Trouble Maker" asks "whats up man" to which is replied "Whats up?! FUCK YOU" and he fucking smashes a full bottle over the guys head and then swings the broken bottle at him again. This is where I come in and yolk up the "Trouble Maker" (not knowing anything about the bottle) while "Bad Rep" is still hitting him in my arms. A barback form next door on his night off grabs Bad Rep to which he yells "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!" I quickly yell "*name* HE'S COOL!" and luckily he doesn't continue his attack as i continue to drag the "Trouble Maker" outside and get him off property when i realize he's bleeding everywhere. Just so happens that moments before "S.H.A.R.P. 1" comes in. Who is long times friends with "Bad Rep 1". "S.H.A.R.P. 1" is known to be a brawler but has been acting really well recently due to outside reasons. He came in with his girl to hang out, but of course his boy is involved so he has to help out his friend. I get the 2 trouble makers off propperty and tell them they gotta go. They are yellin and screaming over my shoulder at "Bad Rep" and "S.H.A.R.P. 1" comes around the side real quiet. I get inbetween them all as best I can. Unfortunately the trouble makers don't understand who they are dealing with. "Trouble Maker" 2 starts spouting off at the mouth and "S.H.A.R.P. 1" clocks him catching me in the throat ever so slightly. I push him off and he walks off taking a seat. I turn around to see Trouble maker 1 unconscious on the road taking repeated hammer fists to the face from "Bad Rep" untill one of the band members from the show next door pushes him off and tells him thats enough "bro, bro, bro, bro, bro, its enough HOLY SHIT!" "Bad Rep" walking around "Troubel Maker" has to do his thing and yell "Skinhead OI OI OI!" to which like a moron "Troubel Maker" 2 has to yell about serving in Iraq for 2 terms and keep the argument goin. I pick up "Bad Rep" and take him to the side walk when my bar tender yells for me to drop him and get inside "FUCK HIM! DROP HIM AND GET INSIDE!" So I did. At this point people start askin if I'm OK. I'm confused till I notice I'm covered in blood. it takes me 30 min and like 7 bar towels to get the blood off me and another 4 to start getting it out of my shirt (I luckaly get loaned a shirt by a friend). It just started settling into my head on my drive home when I had a moment to think about it.