I'd love to see some real data on how likely that is to work. It would be very interesting to see, because it sounds like wishful thinking to me. Striker or grappler, if four guys are committed to beating the **** out of you, it's a bad day to be you.
Well, that depends on where you are in the escalation. I've done it. Granted, my would-be assailants were hardly Jason Bourne, but there I was, on a dark and lonely street in a seedy side of town, the wind was howling and a distant siren cut the night air like a hot .45 slug through a bowl of my Aunt Ruby's marshmallow and lime jell-o fruit salad. I was winding up a long day at work, just thinking about that hot meal and a beer waiting for me at home and how in the hell was I gonna make next month's rent?? and then it happened. How they got there and from where they sprang I will never know, and that bothers me to this very day, sir, the realization that my placid daydreaming, or, twilight dreaming as it more accurately stands, lead me headlong into dangers of a kind hardly dreamt of! But as I say, there I was, bad guys to the left of me...bad guys to the right of me...bad guys in front of me...threats and demands for a charity handout offending my sensibilities! And I knew right then and there sir, that my very metal was to be tested to its utmost limits! And I, sir, am no man to shrink from a challenge or a threat to my very being, no sir, not I! And I steeled myself for the encounter that was sure to come, knowing that whatever the outcome, whatever they might wring from my dying grasp of my goods and chattels, that I would visit any hurt or offense to my person back upon their heads tenfold!!!
Well sir, the die was cast at that moment and what was to come was fate and unstoppable. For the one of my many assailants, he reached forth and positioned his very body in such a dastardly way as to hinder my own advance! And he did give me a push, a shove upon my own self, into an obstruction! Well, I was not to stand for it, let me tell you sir, no I would not. Rather, I pressed myself into an opening, a gap between my very assailants, and I did bolt for life and limb! I dashed myself down the road and my devious and dastardly assailants gave chase. I heard the one shout, "get the bag!" as I had slung about my shoulders a satchel known in the common parlance as a "duffle" bag. And in my own mind my internal voice screamed, "oh thou shalt not!!!!!!" For within that satchel there lay one of the very few treasures that I owned to my very name, one of few luxuries that my wretched condition of employment allowed me in my time of dispair. That satchel held a Walkman, purchased with hard-earned currency that very afternoon! And I would not part with it for the cost of my soul!
Well I lead those fellows a merry chase and they did drop away after some time. I feel some satisfaction in the thought that they were astounded that this fellow they chose to exercise their ruffianism upon, this man in a suit and tie, did outrun them in both speed and in distance, their shouts and howls of frustration fading in the distance as I put mileage between us. For my conditioning was like that of the pronghorn of the plains!
And I did make it to safety, I will have you know, and am here to relate this tale of suspense and horror to you today, for your education and satisfaction.
