Don’t bring a frying pan to a knife fight

Posted by mkowal in Featured Articles, Marcus' Life on Jan 3rd, 2012 | 4 responses

My last night in Vegas. Spent a great night with MMANytt’s own Mazdak Cavian and Team Alistair Overeem: Joakim Engberg, Babak Nejad and Co. We had been staying at Swedish (now officially) Strikeforce fighter Christoffer Spang’s apartment and we get there really late and I’m a little stressed, because I had to pack still and my flight was at 8.10 am (of course). Chris doesn’t live in the nicest part of town and all of a sudden, I hear a loud scream. Not being sure what it was, I tell Mazdak “Was that a dog barking or was that someone screaming?” I continue to pack and Mazdak goes out on the staircase to see what was going on. Mazdak comes back into the apartment and says “There was two guys fighting. It looked like one had a knife….and he’s coming here right now….”.

What you need to realize is that Mazdak is a little socially handicapped and doesn’t express emotions very well. The way he said it, it could just as well have been the pizza delivery boy getting there.

He closes the door, locks it and puts his foot up against it. I said: “are you serious? Or are you fucking around?” He said “I’m serious.” Not 30 seconds later, someone knocks on the door. I said: “so that’s a guy with a knife, who potentially just stabbed someone?” He said: “yes”. I said “what’s wrong with you? I’m calling 911!”

Here’s parts of my 911 call:

- A guy with what seems to be a knife was just fighting with a guy across the street and just came to our apartment, knocking on the door.

- what ethnicity was he?

- Not sure but what difference does it make? Hispanic my friend thinks

- what was he wearing?

- My friend couldn’t see – it was too dark

- so how do you know he has a knife?

- are we having a discussion here or are you going to send a cop over??

- what’s the address?

- I don’t know I don’t live here

- Then how do you want us to send someone?

- can’t you trace my phone or something?

I run around the apartment, looking for a piece of mail with the address on it. Meanwhile, the guy is no longer knocking; he’s banging on the door.

I think to myself “he’s going to break the door down.”

I find a baseball bat and think “should I hold it, since I know how to fight or should I give it to my Mazdak?” I end up giving it to Mazdak and then I grab a frying pan, running all possible scenarios through my head. I seriously wish we had a photo of him pushing against the door with the baseball bat and me on the phone with one hand a frying pan in the other.

It took the cops 20 minutes to get there and when they finally came….let’s put it this way: it’s a certain feeling having cops scream at you “drop the baseball bat, drop the frying pan!” with their guns drawn.

Of course, the guys were gone by the time the cops came but although I joke around a lot and I don’t mind to scrap and yeah, I’m a black belt in Krav Maga but; there’s a certain feeling when you are sitting over a long period of time, getting ready to fight for your life. Not knowing if it’s one guy or several and if he/they had knives, guns or both – there’s nothing worse than fighting the unknown. The difference between MMA and Krav Maga? Here’s just another example.

Sidenote: What had happened when Mazdak stepped outside on the staircase was that the guy who was getting beat up/stabbed had yelled “help” to Mazdak. The other guy had looked up and seen him and said “you want some too??” and dropped the other guy and started walking towards our apartment.

4 Responses to “Don’t bring a frying pan to a knife fight”

  1. Angel says:
    January 3, 2012 at 10:50 am

    So what happened to the guy who was beaten/stabbed. Is he ok? And don’t underestimate the power of the frying pan. Saved me once. Especially if its hot!

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  2. Erik says:
    January 17, 2012 at 1:40 pm

    Crazy shit if they had a knife and came to knock on your door

    Glad you are Ok!

    Reply

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