The story vaguely goes like this...
This Dimmu Borgir comic book collecting kike had the audacity to flip off Nemtheanga and Co. for the duration of their set. Perhaps he was upset that Eluveitie dropped off the tour, or he still wasn't over Ghaal losing the trial, I'm not sure. About half way through Nemtheanga calls him on it, "This fucking prick has been flipping us off all night, hey friend when you flip us off, you're saying fuck you to everyone in this building, yadda yadda." At this point I'm slightly bothered, but I didn't plan on scrapping with the fucker. My plan of attack was simply to grab him and shove him in to our friendly mosh pit. I casually go over to him and shove the fucker in to the circle ahhah. He squirms his way out of it and goes towards the center of the stage. I approach him once again and kindly ask, "hey mate, what's with the disrespect?" This asshat, with his lip quivering, then has the audacity to say, "get your hand off me right now." If only he said please, I would have not taken it as an act of aggression. I grab the fucker by the head and clock him with a right to the back of the noggin, then swarm his ass to the ground. (We're in West Hollywood afterall) At this point I land a couple shots to his faggot face. I reckon I got 4 blows in on the floor (my hand is fucked haha), before his butt buddies tackled me off of him, at which point my ankle rolled in a seriously uncomfortable fashion. Mike and Brian valiantly got his faggot clique off of me to prevent my ankle from snapping like a dorito.
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