Strike First

I dropped my hands and stood up like I wanted to defuse the situation. It seemed to catch Mikey and Cigarette boy off guard.

"Oh, so you wanna play nice now, Huh, Fuckhead?" Mikey snarled, stepping closer. Just one more step... "Look, just back the fuuUCK..."

His insult turned into a sudden gasp as I brought my foot forward and hooked his ankle. At the same time I shoved as hard as I could. This caused him to trip backwards, and I pulled my fist back, ready to grab him and put him out with a couple quick head shots...

That plan went out the window unfortunately when I felt a arm against my windpipe and a smell of nicotine against my back. Shit. The other guy knew what he was doing and he had grabbed me in a Rear Naked ****. FUCK!

I only had a few seconds now. A bunch of possible counters ran through my brain, all of which depended on the other guy not knowing what he was doing.