Bar Fight

Once they got close, Dixon and his friends realised they had trouble coming in their direction.

If it was the other way round, there would be a sense of fear or concern in Mark’s group. However, Dixon and his the others were laughing as they were approached. It was as if they lived for these types of conflict situations.

For once, they were about to be challenged. They stood there by the bar, amused as Matt stepped in front of them.

“Which one of you fucking morons called my girlfriend a slut?” He asked them.

Ali dropped her head and muttered an ‘oh dear’ behind him as he heard Matt say that. She knew well that calling any of them something like that would either piss them off or wind them up further.

Dixon sneered as he turned his head to see all of his mates doing the exact same.

“And who the fuck are you coming up to us?” Dixon said, taking a minor step forward.

He tried to stare down Matt, scare him away, his face very close to his, in head butting range. Inside it was working, Matt was petrified and was doing everything he could to stop his body from shaking. On the outside though, he remained calm, not wanting to fall to his intimidating nature.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

Accusing Dixon was always a bold yet dangerous move. Mark looked around the venue to see that there were more than a few wondering eyes in their direction, wondering what was happening at the front of the bar.

The bully didn’t move, just staring back at Matt, still believing that was all it would take for him to cower in front of him. Matt realised he wasn’t going to admit anything so he resorted to a quick insult.

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a human being,” Matt told him, pointing a finger in his face, Don’t ever speak to Cassidy again.”

About to turn around, Matt was grabbed firmly by his arm, turning him back around to face the intolerable Dixon. He wasn’t ending their discussion with the boy walking away thinking he had won.

“What are you gonna do about it punk?” Dixon told him, “You want to drop the gloves and have a go?”

That wasn’t just a threat, it was an invitation to fight. Matt looked behind him at everyone that was standing their ground with him. He eyed off Cassidy in the middle who gave him the look that she was proud of him and didn’t expect him to do anymore.

He smiled back at her, that’s all he was doing this for. For Cassidy, for the girl he adored, she had to know he had changed.

Turning back around to face Dixon, seeing the way he smirked, Matt turned down a fight, “Not worth my time pal.”

Again, he did another 180, this time back to the group, everyone getting around him. Mark was especially hopeful that this wouldn’t be taken any further and he could get everyone out safely.

On the other hand, Dixon didn’t appreciate this at all, unsatisfied with the outcome.

“Yeah right, you fucking pussy, the lot of you!” he exclaimed, a bit louder this time.

Again with no reaction, he spoke a bit louder, noticing Jess was one of those in the pack that was beginning to walk away. He pointed at the brunette, singling her out, “It’s fucking embarrassing that that slut over there has more balls then all you boys combined!”

Any chance of a peaceful walk away without a confrontation was erased. Jess wanted to give him a piece of her mind but before she could even let a single swear word escape her beautiful lips, Macca pushed through everyone to come face to face with Dixon this time.

“Ohhh mate… I am so fucking sick of hearing the bullshit outta your mouth cunt!” he told him in his Australian accent.

They laughed in his face, not taking him seriously either. Dixon gave him a slight push in the chest as Justin leaned over his shoulder to give him a spray, “Go hop back on your kangaroo and tell someone who cares, ya dumbass convict!”

Watching all of them laugh, Macca knew what he was about to do next. He copied them, laughing back in their faces until they stopped themselves.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Dixon asked him.

Behind them, Jess whispered in Mark’s ear, “Get ready.”

“For what?”

“He’s about to throw hands,” she whispered again into his ear.

Mark felt a sense of nervous energy run through his body like a bolt of lightning. He looked around the rest of the group and got the idea that everyone knew what was about to happen. They all turned their attention to Macca, about to prove them right.

“Just laughing at what I’m about to do to that stupid ugly face of yours,” he continued to laugh.

Dixon gave him a confused look but before he had enough time to process it, he had a fist flying towards his face. Not able to get an arm up in time to block the punch, he was clocked right in the eye, falling backwards into his mates.

Macca didn’t stop there, grabbing him by the jacket and throwing more punches. A chorus of cheers and whistling erupted inside the venue as a bar fight kicked off. Mark and his friends didn’t have much choice but to go in and protect their friend as he was suddenly gang tackled by Dixon’s crew.

For the next few minutes, it was all out war, between the two groups. Mark and the other guys tried to take on Dixon’s crew one on one, not wanting their girls to have to get involved.

However, these girls had seen and heard enough about these boys to stay out of it. Leading the way, Jess charged forward and jumped into the air, landing on big Leo Lennox’s back, grabbing him by the neck. The big man originally had Mark in a headlock and by attacking him from behind, Jess clung on to fear life, her arm directly up against his throat as she tried pulling him down, wanting him to let go off Mark.

It worked as Mark was released, hitting the ground with a thud. Unfortunately it was a hard floor and he felt his head connect with the hard floor.

It took him quite some time to get up, above him he saw the bodies of both groups, going at it in what reminded him of the fights their football team got into this season. Instead of it being played out a football field with players in pads and helmets, it was being held inside a bar with his friends taking on their bullies.

He could see a hand in front of his face, reaching out to help him up. As his eyes focused on the person who had their hand out, he smiled seeing Paul of all people there.

“Paul???” Mark asked confused to see East Hall’s male RA and local stoner here to help them out.

Paul helped him up his feet as their hands clapped together, “Fight now, thank me later.”

Back on his feet, he tried to fight through his blurry eyesight, setting his eyes on Dixon who had Daniel’s arm behind his back, stretching it as far as he could, making him feel the pain. Mark charged for him.

Around him, the girls were doing more damage than anyone could have expected. With the idea that more numbers would help, they ganged up on one of the varsity jacket boys. Miranda had him in headlock, her big boobs at the back of his head while both Ali and Winter had a leg each, keeping him out of the fight.

“What the fuck are we meant to do with him!?!?” Winter tried communicating with the other girls.

“How the hell am I supposed to know!? I’m a lover not a fighter!” Ali commented, still holding onto his leg.

Meanwhile Jess was letting loose, going toe to toe with any of them, knowing they would be too scared to hit a girl.

Jackson on his crutches tried his best to get involved but as two guys came tumbling back into him, he fell on his back, unable to get back up, rendering him useless for the rest of the fight.

However, the real heat of the fight was back on Mark and Dixon who came to head to head when Mark threw him to the ground after seeing what position he had Daniel in. There had been a lot of tension between the two for the last year and it was boiling over tonight.

They wrestled their way towards the nearest booth. Everyone inside got out of the way as they both got back to their feet, pushing over a table as they did, both grabbing handfuls of clothing with their fists.

“You’re so fucked Rodgers!!” he screamed at him.

Mark was beginning to feel light headed, hitting the ground earlier had taken a bit out of him, his vision was blurred and it allowed for Dixon to take the upper hand, punching him again in the side of the face.

“Fight back you pussy!!” he yelled.

Still grabbing onto his Jacket, Mark was just holding on for his life.

They stumbled back to the ground, Dixon in pole position, just where he wanted Mark, knowing he had no way of defending himself.

This hadn’t just turned into a fight between the two groups now, there were many others involved from the bar. Every time someone else was knocked, pushed over or had their drink spilled, they too would take offence and start pushing and shoving.

Things were ugly now.

The music was turned off, the sound of ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ replaced by the sound of whistles from campus security guards as they swamped the bar.

Pushing Dixon off Mark, Macca helped him stand up properly, starting to drag him out, “You’s get the fuck out of here before you get in trouble, I’ll be the scape goat.”

Mark would have thanked him if he could have but with the blood streaming from his temple, he didn’t have the effort to. He fell into the hands of Tiffany and Ali who tried to sneak him out without the security guards seeing the blood on his face, it would have been a dead giveaway that he was involved.

They successfully got most of the group out without being held up or caught by any guards.

“Jesus Mark, you’re bleeding a lot,” Ali said, seeing it stream down the side of his face.

Around the corner they went but not far enough before they were shouted at from before. Except it wasn’t any security guard yelling at them.

“OI!!”

The loud voice behind them didn’t frighten anyone after what had just happened. Mark in the arms of the two girls, look over his shoulder to see Dixon standing there, blood dripping out of just one nostril.

He stared down everyone outside, spending a particular amount of attention on Mark.

Mark prepared himself for what he thought would be a secondary fight. He held his breath, waiting for his rival to take the first step forward.

“There’s six or seven of us and only one of you!” Tiffany shouted back at him, “Get out of here!”

Before he could think about how he would go about attacking any of them, a woman snuck up from behind Dixon, a bottle in her hand.

Standing away from them, Mark and the others stood their in awe as Dixon fell forward, face first into the ground.

They couldn’t believe it… behind her, the Sophomore female had knocked him out, stone cold knocked out.

“Holy shit Mary, oh my god…” Ali gasped.

The femdom Queen from West Hall, stepped forward, putting her foot down on his knocked out body, swinging the bottle around with her hand, “You guys have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that to someone.”