Time to separate the real men from the pretenders.

I had to deal with the rear-naked **** first as that was the most dangerous and could put me out of the fight quickest. The guy was sloppy and hadn’t secured it tightly enough to begin with. I’m lucky perhaps that this Japanese guy wasn’t taller. With both my hands I secure a good hard grip on the guy's elbow below my neck and slide myself in tighter towards his shoulder. It would be harder for him to really sink it in then. With the space I’d just created I **** my chin in under the guy's arm, giving me space to at least start to get some breaths in.

Safe for a second at least, I could now flick a kick out at Mikey who I had put down earlier before he had a chance to stand up. With the guy grappling me from behind it was weak but I connected my toes with his eye socket at least. Then digging my heels into the ground, I drove myself and the guy trying to straggle me as hard as I could backwards. We slammed together into the car park wall and slide along for a bit before we both tumbled down onto the floor together.

At last on the ground and in my element, it was simple to drive my body weight further into the guy's shoulder holding me until I had enough space to turn around on the ground and face him. Rising up on top of him I started to rain punches on the guys face, switching to elbows when the blows from my fist jarred my hands, not all of them hitting and busting my knuckles up on the bitumen.

I felt a hard kick in my back that drove the wind out of me and pushed me down to the guy I had pinned. Our heads clashing together painfully as a cut was opened up across my eyebrow. Abandoning the guy I had pinned to turn and reface Mikey again. The man took one look at me rising back up off the ground to face him again, blood was running from his eye socket just as it was from my split eyebrow, and turned tail and jumped on his bike to get out of there.

I could return to the guy I’d been beating to a bloody pulp on the ground but the fight was over. I’d won at some cost to my own body and went to check on the two girls. Akiri was comforting Mariko as they watched on in horror at the scenes in front of them. Akiri giving me a triumphant smile at my hard-fought victory. She reached out to rub my arm soothingly as she still held onto her friend.

Cigarette Guy had dragged his sorry ass off the floor. His face showing he had taken by far the worst beating out of anyone tonight. Blood streaming from his nose as she limped his way towards his bike. I psyched him with a sudden fake of a punch and he decided against coming any closer for his motorcycle. His property forfeited as he turned tail and ran off under his own locomotion.