So here's what happened:
I was at the pub, enjoying myself, and it was closing time.
I called a cab for me and a neighbor of mine...
As I was making the call, this complete stranger (a girl) ran up to me, hid behind my back, and cried for help...
the first two seconds, I was like WTF???, but then I picked up on the fact that her boyfriend had gone apeshit insane,
You know, wanting to beat her up and poo...
Yeah...
THAT kinda poo is REALLY going to fly when I'm around...
First time around I simply grabbed him by the arms and tossed him away...
BTW, I'm 1.78 m (just shy of 6 feet) tall and 75 kilo (160 pounds or something), and not a big brute...
this guy was MUCH shorter than me, and light enough for me to pick up and toss the golly away...
Not gonna do the whole "There was a bunch of ninja-bikers and I kicked all their asses" thing, but FFS, he tried beating on a girl...
no, no, a million times NOOOOOOOOOO
the Bartender, real nice and mellow guy (note that, it has relevance later) came out, shooed him away 3-4 times...
The little prick STILL went gunning for the girl.
at this point I had had enough!
At this point I grabbed him by the collar, picked him of the ground, and pounded him into the floor.
(Told you he wasn't big, but whatever...)
This was enough for him to FINALY realize that he was in deep poo, and needed to move the golly away...
and he did... about 10-15 feet...
Stood there like a moron, spouting poo like "She's my girlfriend, my possession, my THING THAT I OWN", bla bla bla...
complete bless'ed nitwit...
And at this point, the bartender (mr. nice-and-mellow) was so bless'ed fed up with the little poo-stain that
he nearly ripped his god damn arms of... (Kinda wish he had, would have been epic... LOL)
Eventually, cops came and took him away, and that was the thing that saved his punk ass:
There was half a dozen of us at this point contemplating a trip to the deep, dark allies and a improvised lesson in proper manners...