Ive been rocked a bunch fighting but never straight ko’ed.
Worst it ever was for me was in a fight outside of a club years back. My dipshit wu shu tma buddy used to get plastered and start fights all the time. And he couldn’t fight for shit.
I hooked up with this chick and was going home with her, 2 am comes and can’t find my bud to tell him I’m leaving with her.
We are out in the parking lot and there is a huge crowd, I tell her “ damn I bet my buddies in the middle of that fight”
Sure as fuck enough his ass is getting stomped out by 4-5 dudes, legit ko’ed and they are just stomping on his out cold ass.
Can’t let that shit go on so I step in and start swinging. Drop one and hop on top and start pounding his ass, big mistake.
Feel a “thump,thump” to the back of my head.
Turn around and this dude is standing there with a tire iron in his damn hands with the most supprised look on his face ever like “ why isn’t this fucking cracker dead much less still awake”
Cops and bouncers save my ass from the other three holding me now as he’s about to happy Gilmore my damn face
Ambulance is called, throw his ass in he’s still out. Driver won’t let chick ride. Damn not gonna get any after this.
Register his ass at the hospital, he’s still asleep. Nurse starts bitching I’m bleeding all over reception and says I need checked out.
I’m all I’m fine his ass is still out , is he gonna live?
They insist they are more worried about me than him. Come to find out I’m walking around with a massive flap of skin on the back of my skull just flapping around and dripping blood everydamn where.
They wrap my head up and throw me in a cat scan.
All good, dr asks some questions.
“So you were hit with a tire iron multiple times and never went out”
Me “yes”
Have you ever been knocked out ?me “no”
Dr: well your skull is abnormally thick, their is less gap between your skull and your brain and the space is very small so your brain can’t move when you get hit. If you ever get hit hard enough to knock you out, it will probublay kill you at the same time”
That was a hell of a thing to hear, took 52 staples after the scan to close me up. Everyone at work called me Frankenstein for years.
At least I didn’t have “lugs” imprinted on my face for a week like he did lol.