The sound crackled unintellegible through the radio. I couldn’t tell what was being said, but I knew something was wrong. I was roving through the bathrooms downstairs when the call came through. I bolted up to the main dance floor. I expected to find another staff member when I made it to the top. Instead, I found two thick necked hispanics squaring off.
I immediately intervened by jumping between them. I pushed them apart, but their eyes were locked. I managed to keep them apart a few more seconds, but their fists started connecting. I got them apart again after a few swings. Just in time to watch a taller hispanic in a red hat run up onto the reserved section. He jumped ontop of someone pinning them into a booth. Wild right hay makers started to fly. I ran across the floor and jumped into the fray.
I hooked my right arm around the guy in the red hat’s right arm to try and stop him from swinging. It lasted only a second. I felt someone’s arms snake around my waist. I was ripped off the man I was trying to stop. We flipped around in mid air and I was slammed onto the concrete. My 250 pound assailaint on top of me and my elbow throbbing from where it hit the steps. I scrambled.
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Their feet were coming. I knew it. Once a group of that size has you on the ground they will continue to visciously attack even if you’re out cold. I got back up thanks to the back up that finally arrived. Two other event staff finally got involved. I looked away from their task or restraint to see two more guys squaring off. They were smaller and easily ripped apart.
The music continiued to thump. I screamed into my radio to turn it off, but it just kept playing. I kept surveying the aggression in the room waiting for the next powder keg to explode. Three women began to scream as they all locked their fingers in eachother’s hair. High heeled kicks flew as they attempted tokick and claw at one another. I went to break it up and was aided by the women’s boyfriends. They were eventually ripped apart and the music kept playing.
A newer event staff came up to me and pointed a guy out who had been fighting. My adrenaline was still running high. I screamed at the guy to get out. He pretended to play innocent. Two of his friends flanked him on either side. They began to throw excuses at me. That’s when I pointed to the other event staff and said “They said you have to go.” They then began to throw excuses at her. I stepped in the way and said “Leave them alone. You’re dealing with me.”
That’s when his two little hispanic hands darted out and pushed me in the chest. His two buddies began to cuss at me and pointing their fingers in my face. I waited. They worked into a circle and kept just outside of my reach. They were begging for it. They wanted to test their manliness by taking on one of the biggest guys on the staff. One of them reached out and bopped me on the end fo the nose in an effort for me to swing on them. I stood there and waited for them to make a move. Tension ran thick. They wouldn’t do anything, but taunt.
The other event staff showed up. I pointed out the three guys and they were kicked out. They were pushed out telling everyone around them how they were going to kick my ass and put me in the dirt. Even after they were kicked out they couldn’t get them out of the alley where they threatened me again and some random taxi bike guy.
The music finally got cut. We started pushing them out. And if it wasn’t bad enough that I was getting my ass kicked and staring down three punks the promoter started to bitch about how the show got ended. In fact he was the one I wanted to kick the crap out of the most. He was the one on stage spinning. He had the power to end it long before it turned into what it was and he just kept playing the music. I was instructed to leave him alone, after yelling at his underlings, and that the GM would be talking to him.
I was so pissed that my boss let me hang out on the clock. He gave me free drinks and said supervise. It didn’t matter I refused to clean anything anyway.
The whole ordeal shook me. I”ve never been in the thick of everything that deep by myself. I stood my ground, but I can’t help but think that things could have ended very differently. I won’t lie. I cried when I got home. I was so relieved to be in my bed next to my wife. I wasn’t being threatened, or beat, or lied to. A comfort like that is something you don’t take lightly after its threatened to be taken away.
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