People like to say size doesnt matter but it most certainly does in a bar fight.
Those people are idiots.
If a little 145 lb dude subscribes to this line of thinking, talks some shit at a bar, and gets completely blind-sided by some guy before he even has a chance to know there's a fight happening, its game over. Your weapon cant do shit.
Roy Nelson has the advantage of being able to take sneaky punch or bottle to the head, then turn around and start dishing it back. Probably better than 99% of people he'll run into on the street can.
Obviously Roy Nelson is an anomaly, just saying you cant count on anything, not even a weapon.
Well, it kind of depends on the circumstances of the fight, what the weapon is and who the people involved are.
I know of incredibly tough, huge guys taking seemingly deadly amounts of punishment and barely being phased by it, and I also know of small unassuming armed people taking out much larger, tougher, and highly trained individuals. There are no guarantees when it comes to real combat.
I'm not saying that Nelson is or isn't the ideal person to have with you (I'd prefer a smart and sensible friend who would keep me out of trouble vs the one who might be able to help if trouble happens) but to base what he is capable of in the real world upon his mma fights is silly.
It's the same when people bring up Overeem taking on a bunch of bouncers. What kind of club was it as far as the clientele it attracts? What were the laws there and/or the rules and protocol the bouncers had to follow?
the city i used to live in for school has the highest assault rate in canada. one of the guys i train with was a renknowned street fighter who came from a bad part of town. i still have yet to see anything more than a 1 on 1 fight, and i frequented the nightlife there quite a bit. the only bar brawl ive seen has been in my hometown at a greasy little establishment. i dont know where you guys are that weapons and gang fights are a regular commodity, but remind me not to move there
I worked in three different inner cities and lived in one for a few years. There was no such thing as a fair fight. Let me rephrase that. There would sometimes be what kids called a "fair" but the winner could count on getting jumped at some point. When I was a kid if you got into a fight with someone, win or lose, you usually ended up becoming best friends after. There's a difference when it's a matter of respect and when it's vanity.
Of course, if all that happened was a kid got jumped he was lucky because he could have just as easily been shot.