Hell yes, he can handle himself.

Dan pulled his shoes back and thought to himself, 'what the fuck, I am a big guy. I will just try and talk with Big Mike. It's not my fault she didn't tell me she was married.' Although, Dan realized he most likely would have fucked her anyway, she was one hot piece of ass.

Dan stepped out of the tent and looked at Big Mike and realized that he was sadly mistaken in his thoughts of confronting him. Big Mike was aptly named standing at least six foot seven inches tall, and weighting every bit of three hundred pounds, most of it muscle apparently. He looked like a biker dressed all in leather, and the collection of tattoos that covered most of his visible skin was amazing in its sheer volumes of profanity. His head was shaved and glistened with sweat, and his massive arms looked as big around as Dan's waist.

Sherri was standing in front of Big Mike trying to keep him from bulling his way over to where Dan stood. Dan's thoughts were rapidly shifting from fight to flight, and he began to look for a quick way to get the hell away from Big Mike.

Big Mike started screaming, "Is that the god-damned bastard who fucked you? I'm going to rip his nuts off and feed them to him."

Dan knew immediately that having his nuts ripped off was not going to happen so he took off running as soon as his brain grasped the full implications of the danger that he was in. He heard Sherri screaming behind him, "Don't hurt him Mike, he was just for fun, it didn't mean anything!"

Dan was moving quickly through the thick crowd and people cursed him as he bumped them running past. Dan turned his head slightly and he could see the huge bald head of Big Mike behind him moving through the crowd behind him. The crowd parted for the huge, dangerous looking man, and he was catching up to Dan quickly. Dan ran more when he hit a parking area, and he moved swiftly between the cars, ducking down to avoid Mike seeing him. He could see a fence ahead that blocked off the back stage area from the parking lot, and there were guards walking along the fence line. Suddenly a car window exploded right by Dan's head and he looked back to where Big Mike was holding a very large, smoking hand gun.

The world seemed to slow for Dan, and he spun away from the shattered window, bits of safety glass falling to the ground, and ducked down behind the next car over. Big Mike whipped off three or four more shots punching holes in the cars around Dan until a security guard tackled Big Mike from behind. The guards along the fence line took off running to help subdue the giant berserker who was now beating the crap out of the guard who had tackled him.

Dan took this chance to vault over the fence, his fear and adrenalin driving him quickly and surely over the fence like an Olympic high jumper. He landed on the ground and made his way to the tents that were nearby, moving out of view of the parking lot. He slipped inside one of the backstage tents, and quickly realized that he was not alone. He heard a man's voice, one that he immediately recognized as that of John Garcia, lead guitarist of Kyuss.