As a fellow blogger describes sometimes you just connect. Not through planning and considered application of power, just through the developed reactions and subconscious movement.
In one venue I don't see the inside of much nowadays I was just standing watching the dancefloor when I felt a splash against the back of my head. Turning and legging it up the stairs to the balcony floor above I see one gent on the deck holding his face, one gent running up to him and delivering a kick to his head. I'm still closing the distance and contact the upright gent and give an open two handed shove in the chest. This makes some space between me standing over the victim and the other gent reeling backward. He kept going backward and collided with a balcony rail. This rail, set at well above waist height is not an easy obstacle to clear. The gent I had shoved kept going and going until there were no feet on the floor. One hand on the rail, one grabbing the air in front of him and one bloody big fall onto stairs below. Somehow gravity hadn't quite been overcome and he returned to the floor on the safe side of the rail but it did have me worried my night would have added an accidental death to add to the GBH with intent I'd just witnessed.
Similarly when static in a doorway with 6' of pavement between me and the street one gent didn't get the gist of 'not tonight'. He kept walking up and I kept placing an open hand on his chest and reversing his course. After a couple of efforts he tried running at the door. I set a foot backward, applied myself more energetically and much to both our surprise he flew backward a lot faster then he approached and with flintstone like twinkle toes shot across the road. He came to a halt when he found the far curb, and landed unceremoniously on his arse.
Sometimes you wish you'd connect like this but you can only improve the odds. You can get all the pieces in one place but you can't get that slick connection every time.
Occasional postings from a toe-to-toe customer services physical interface operative.
The ramblings and collected tales from a jobbing licensed doorman. Tales of drunken woe, machismo, loose women, loose fists and 99% boredom. Hopefully updated as thoughts worthy of an audience hit my mind.
'Over a decade at it and not winning any beauty contests'
2 comments:
I had a similar situation when i was out with some door friends at a local venue. I wasn't drinking, and the pub is a oneman door - with a mountain of a doorman, who we all get on with very well. It kicked off, and there were about 10 chavs all brawling, so we helped mountain out. Some particularly lightweight chav was about to throw a punch, but before it landed, my open hand connected with his chest launching him backwards, as i span around to open palm launch another away from me. As I span my neck to see the damage to the feather (all within a second or two, as you well know) I saw him hit a rail, with a 4 metre drop, and gravity take hold. It wasn't too many steps away, but enough for me to shit myself. I got there just intime to battle gravity and ensure the feather didn't have a painful drop. phew.
As a d/s with plenty of experience, have you any thoughts on working solo? I have been in the business for 2 years now, and my regular post has been at a pub by myself. (Stupid? Yes.) I am not the biggest guy, but have handled it well so far. Ejecting is easy, but once outside I lock the punters out instead of fighting on the street with 'em. A different tactic than most. Have you ever worked solo?
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