[ WP ] You hear the phrase 'Hold my beer ' what happens next ?

'*Hold my beer will ya? *' Mac looked around as a huge fist smashed into his face. His nose crunched and blood ran freely down his face. He staggered back, grasping at a bar stool, missed it and slipped, crashing to the wooden floor. *Cheap shot*, he thought. All around him the bar was erupting in violence. The jukebox in the back screeched and went silent, smashed. Shouts and grunts took over. 
 
 Mac dragged himself as his assailant stepped up to him, another fist heading his way. The fist grazed his head as he ducked just in time. Mac's hands shot out, grabbed the mans shirt and tugged violently. The assailant came crashing down to the ground. 
 
 Mac leapt around, locking his legs around the waist and his arms around his neck. 
 
 Tighter. Tigher. Pressing his chest and head forward. Pressure built on the mans neck. He flailed and struggled. His hands grasped at Mac's, groped at his face. A finger jabbed him in the eye. Mac winced but tensed more. The man's face grew redder, his breathing shallow and rapid. One final feeble struggle and he stopped, and slumped. Mac loosened up quickly and shuffled back. The man dropped. Alive, but unconscious. 
 
 Bottles were being smashed everywhere. The bar was a river of beer and liqueur. At the far end of it, Mac watched a beast of a man chokeslam a small guy through the bar. The wood splintered and snapped under the ferocity. The small guy did n't move. 
 
 Sirens blared nearby. Everybody stopped. Total silence filled the bar for a split second. Then chaos. Anyone still standing stormed for the exists and crammed into the gaps. Mac piled into a group at the fire exit and was surged along like a herded sheep. The pack moved quick and flowed out of the back. Red and blue lights flashed a few meters away. Cops in full riot piled out the riot van, shields up and batons out. The raging crowd charged them. Punters and cops clashed. Batons cracked heads with a sickening thump. 
 
 Mac shifted through the crowd and slipped past the outnumbered cops. Ran up the road. Straight into four more riot vans. He paused. Thought for a second. And ran screaming into them. God he loved a fight. Fuck who it was with.
