I'm covering Conquistador on a drunk.
The mope was in a staggering rage,
swinging at the shadows of others,
catching gravity and connecting
his forehead to the concrete.
He's a .29 and bleeding
from gashes in his eyebrows.
Conquistador has him sitting
until fire can clean his face.
The mope presses the angry button
and announces his intention to fight.
Conquistador and I each grab
an arm, press him down.
"Sit. Relax. Let Fire
clean you up."
He roars, "Release your hands
from me," struggles to stand,
and repeats his demand.
We apply more force.
He increases his effort.
I've had enough.
I change tactics.
I crank his arm
behind his back
and lift.
He stops.
I lean in, whisper in his ear.
We're waiting
for medical.
You need to sit.
You're not
in charge here.
I'm in charge.
If you fight, I'll break
your arm.
He relaxes, says,
"Okay."
We release him
and wait.
Haha, my head instructor could have written this. Armbars. We practice them a LOT.
Posted by: Ev | October 03, 2014 at 02:35 AM