| BATTLE IN A BAR by James (jimjunior2001@yahoo.com) Between Jill Johnson and two drunk men They say a bar is no place for a girl to hang out by herself. However, after a long day at school, and my boyfriend being away for the weekend for National Guard duty, I decided to grab a drink at the local waterhole. It was only 5pm; I figured it could not be that bad yet. I was wrong. I was sitting at the barstool looking up at the television when a brute walked over to me. He put his hand on my forearm which was on the table holding my glass of beer. “Hey lady”, he said, “What you doing here all by yourself?” “Trying to watch television. If you don’t mind, sir, I’d like to be left alone. I’ve had a very long day.” He started rubbing my arm. “Oh I can help you salvage the day if you like, mam.” I looked up at him, smiled, and said, “I appreciate your act of kindness, but please, let go of me and let me watch the television in peace.” “But I’m a real man; those are phonies on that thing up there. Let me be your solace tonight.” With that, I had had enough. I grabbed his fingers with my free left hand, and pushed them up and back into him. With that hand off my arm, I moved my now free right hand to assist my other in exerting painful pressure on his. So as not to allow him any maneuverability, I stood up and continued pushing on his fingers. The agony on his face was evident; his eyes were looking upward at the ceiling, his mouth slightly open, and uttering a faint cry. He tried to move his other arm, but the pain I was inflicting upon him was so great and his energy had to go to numb that pain that he had nothing left for a counterattack. A few seconds later, he did not have enough to even stand up. He was kneeling on the ground, writhing in pain, holding his broken fingers with his other hand. It was then that I let go. “Now please leave me alone.” I started back to my stool when another man stepped in front of my path. “My buddy was only trying to help you. Why did you do that to him?” he asked as he put his hand on my shoulder. I grabbed his wrist and lifted his arm up briefly to get it off me, but then down and out. At the same time, I raised my right leg and then swung it behind his right in an arc. Those actions combined caused him to lose balance and he fell hard to the ground. I saw he still had some energy, so I grabbed his ankle which was elevated and twisted it. Now he would be down for some time. I turned around and saw that his friend had gotten up. He now had a knife in his hand. Since his hand alone could no longer do any damage, I guess he felt his knife had to do it alone. He came at me, but I grabbed his knife hand with my left and pushed up. I moved my right arm behind his elbow joint to support me and pushed on his wrist, turning it inwards so now the knife was facing him. I moved my right leg behind his, and continued to push him down, using my right arm and my right leg as supports. The knife scratched his neck; I could see the blood oozing out. Eventually, his back was on the ground just like his friends. As he was hitting the ground, I moved my right arm out from behind his joint, and put both my hands on his knife hand. I turned his wrist completely around, breaking it, and grabbed the knife. I surveyed the two men on the ground, one with a broken wrist and one with a broken ankle. The few other patrons in the bar at that time of the evening gave me a round of applause. I could not help but break into a smile as I headed back towards the restroom to clean up. The cops were pulling in. After the interviews and the two thugs being taken away, I once again sat down and looked up at the television. “Darn it; I missed the sports.” The bartender looked at me, smiling and saying it, “Oh I think we just witnessed some sports here, don’t you say?” I smiled and said “Yes, I guess. I am glad I was able to make it simply a sport instead of something more serious which those two gents wished to make it.” “You are one remarkable young woman” the bartender continued. “No, I just showed you today what every girl has; girl power. Not everyone realizes it.” “But the fact that you do makes you special.” I decided it was not worth it to argue any more. “Thank you, sir.” I said and then took a sip of beer. Beer never tasted so good. THE END |