Chuck Liddell didn't learn how to brawl in the Ultimate Fighting Octagon. In his memoir "Iceman," Chuck Liddell describes maneuvers he picked up in a karate studio, the local alley and several bars.Although Chuck Liddell doesn't approve of slugging it out when you've got a few shots under your belt, he worked for years as a bartender, and breaking up fights came with the job description.
While Chuck Liddell admits he likes to fight, he also tries to avoid it. Stopping a shoving match might begin with the best of intentions, but everything changes when you get smacked in the jaw.
Bar-fighting and Ultimate Fighting require different tactics. Chuck Liddell doesn't recommend bar-fighting, ever, but if you have to defend yourself, his suggestions might just save your sweet cheeks.
(By the way, Asylum doesn't endorse fighting, either. Our approach can be summed up in one word: Run.)
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Sunday 09 March
By Alexa_Sexy
One of our clients was in a bar and surrounded. He was trying to protect a girl in Brazil. The Brazildaddy.com butler, who was a off-duty officer pulled out a glock and saved the day.
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Monday 17 March
By Irishman
This article is racism in all its glory.
A bar fight article for St. Pattys Day
How about some tips on eating watermelon next MLK day?
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Thursday 08 May
By Ama
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Monday 12 May
By adult toys
I'd better put on a horrible mask and make some crazy gestures, than fight in a club with those tipsy bums. If I look abnormal, who knows what kind of nuts I am.
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Sunday 22 June
By Debbie Morgan
I’d rather use a stun gun…a really powerful stun gun!
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Friday 04 July
By shahed
hi evevry one how is ur life is going on have fun on aol .com ok buy have a nice day
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Thursday 17 July
By sergeantjjsefton
Hell, I had so many wild times in Las Vegas I don't even know where to start. It's hard to remember many of the times I had when I was in Vegas as I was only 21 or 22 years old, and when I wasn't stoned out of my mind off that Northern Cali Skunk bud I was blowing my paycheck on dollar shots of tequila and dollar beers at O'sheas. I look back on those days and think about how crazy I was. I used to walk right down Las Vegas Blvd smoking a joint and drinking a 40 oz. Despite all of the people walking around me and despite the fact that possession of any amount of Marijuana in Nevada is a felony conviction. I think that would have to be one of the stupidest things I ever did there but at that age that was my lifestyle. Some of the memories I have a very blury but I do vaguely remember one incredible instance of stupidity. I had been out on one of my drinking binges one night when suddenly I remembered oh yeah I got to work tomorrow. So I guess I left the bar and hailed a taxi cab. I don't remember that part I just remember the foreign taxi driver yelling at me to wake up and telling me all right we are here. I looked out of the cab and didn't really recognize the place it looked like somewhere close to the Luxor. I reached into my pocket to pay the guy only I didn't have any money, but in one of my pockets I felt some sort of cylindrical object. I pulled it out and sort of looked at it and as it turns out it was some pepper spray. Why do I have pepper spray? Where did this come from? Did I get into a fight with one of the security guards at one of the casinoes again? I wonder which casino I got 86'd from this time? All of these things were going through my mind, meanwhile the driver is still yelling at me. Come on! Get out! You pay now! So I told him here you go and I sprayed him with mace. I just remember him screaming obscenities at me in arabic or some foreign language, he was probably putting some sort of curse on me but that's about all I could tell you about it. I guess I ran as far away as I could. Hours later I woke up, somewhere in the desert, all sandy, and when I stood up and dusted myself off I heard something jingling. As it turned out I did have some money on me. I found a couple of crumpled up dollar bills in my sock along with some change. Which was good because I would need a quarter for the pay phone so I could call my boss and try to explain to him that I was going to be a little late for work. As it turns out by that time I was already several hours late for work and how I ever kept my job at the Flamingo for as long as I did I'll never know. As a matter of fact that was just adventure of many in Las Vegas and how I survived out there without getting killed or arrested smoking weed and drinking until I passed out daily will always be a mystery. But every now and then I can remember some of the good times. :)
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