A Brawl for All That Follow
Eight combatants blasted out of the Dragon's door to stop short of their cars. All of them watched the red door expecting Bill the bartender to come out to attack them with his baseball bat. When he did not, the groups' attention violently focused on Jeff and the driver.
The driver walked up to Jeff to try to deliver a right hook but Jeff was expecting the move. To counter the punch Jeff stepped backwards before he grabbed the driver by the hair to hold him in place while delivering several jabs to the head. The driver's best friend saw his friend loosing, to jump on Jeff's back.
Vinnie grabbed and threw the friend down to the ground to create a general melee between the eight combatants.
After about 30 seconds, all eight began to get tired so they were mostly wrestling each other than boxing. The littlest of the Trans Am's group was wrestling with Bam. Wrestling not Bam's best sport was hip thrown to the ground. On his hands and knees, Bam desperately tried to regain his footing to keep his opponent from delivering an anticipated leg kick. Bam opponent with arms raised to aid in a soccer style kick froze in place because of what he saw fall out of the bottom of Bam's pant's leg. The little guy thought, "Oh my God he's got a gun!" Both Bam and his opponent stared at the gun as it gleamed laying on the concrete in the moon light.
Bam in one movement grabbed the steel blue 32 caliber Smith and Wesson revolver. His opponent kept his hands up as he backed away from the cold steel Bam now held by his side. Bam having now dismissed his opponent scanned the caterwaul transpiring in front of him to see that his friends, accept for Jeff, were getting the worst of the fight.
Without ceremony, Bam raised the gun above his head and fired off two rounds.
Immediately, everyone froze in position. Jeff yelled, "Bam, what the hell?" The driver said, "Let's get the hell out of here, that dude's crazy. With dismay the driver and his three friends ran toward the waiting Trans Am. Quickly, they slammed the doors to the roar of the 455 cubic inch engine as the Trans Am raced out of the parking lot.
Vinnie yelled, "Dude! Where did you get that?" Before Vinnie could finish his next sentence John yelled, "Look out! He's trying to run us over. The remaining four looked with horror to see the black Trans Am shoot out of the darkness with its high beams blaring at them. Jeff jumped at the last second as the car sped by, narrowly running him over. Jeff screamed, "He could have killed me!"
Bam, Vinnie and John quickly ran behind and around a parked car as the Trans Am chased them two times around the car.
Out of the drivers view Jeff found a big piece of concrete that he hurled at the front windshield of the pouncing Trans Am. Jeff yelled, "Take that!"
The startled Trans Am driver floored the car to screech and slide as he raced out of the parking lot.
Jeff looked at his car then at his friends before he screamed in a wild animal sounding voice, "Let's get em!" In five bounds, he reached his 1962 Chevy II to quickly race out of the parking lot in wild pursuit.