Violence – Punching Theatre Right in the Balls

We here at Loserville towers aren’t afraid of close to the knuckle theatrical shiz. Here’s a snippet from offbeat performance wacko Scottee‘s new show Violence. The show runs from the 1st-3rd December 2010. Tickets just 5er from here. Disclaimer: do not read if you have a nervous dispostion or don’t like gratuitous violence…

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I beat this boy up once when I was living in America. We were both drunk but he was far worse off than me. He was annoying everyone and harassing some girls. I like to think that I stepped in to protect them but I think I was just spoiling for a fight and he was an easy target. Firstly because he was wasted and second because he was a really thin and looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly. Me and some mates picked on him, threatened him, pushed him about, shouted in

his face. I think we gave him warning signs. But he kept on so i swung for him and cracked him in the jaw. He swung

back but missed and staggered forward. My mates tried to push him away from me but I went for him again this time I

caught the side of his face and knocked his glasses off. He staggered back into the fence and fell over. People checked if he was ok while I was dragged of, before I left though I stole a massive bottle of vodka that I was told was his.

Everyone was bigging me up and laughing, the news spread quickly and soon people were asking questions. Some of my friends saw a side to me they hadn’t seen, and to be honest I think they were impressed. I gained a lot of respect from people that night and all for hitting someone that was clearly weaker than me and intoxicated.

It’s still a running joke between my mates.  But it made people look at me differently, friends are more wary of me in social situations where alcohol is involved and it’s given me a bit of a reputation. A reputation that I sometimes play up to. I blame my violent outbursts on my brother and father who have always been involved in violent sports as well as having their fair share of street brawls. But to them i’m the gentle one of the family!

I’m ashamed of beating that guy up now but at the time I enjoyed it, beating someone up makes you feel better about yourself, it gives you a confidence (even if it is a false one). But because of that night I think I sometimes bite off more than I can chew, i square up to men a lot bigger than me now and think nothing of it. I know that one day i’ll be in the same position as the guy I beat up, making some other jacked up idiot feel good about himself.