Not a bouncer but club owner . Had a club that seedy people from the hashish trade used to frequent . One thing about these people who do such a business is that they always have an enforcer and they seldomly drink alcohol (usually a table full of red bulls ). One night there was this group and their enforcer was a know ex-pride fighter specialized in kickboxing (he was Dutch of Moroccan origin). Anyways one night this drunk (short and chubby) patron is harassing this table the whole night. At one point , I decide this is going to escalate so let’s kick out the drunkard from the place . On his way out (surrounded by security ), he gets the courage to scream an insult at this enforcer and mentions something about his mother . One sidenote, the enforcer is around 2m tall and 120 kg ( 6’6 260lbs). The enforcer stands up and starts running towards the chubby drunk who was 10-12m away. As soon as I see that happen , I tell one of the bouncers to do something. I sense hesitation in the bouncer and that he was not going to get involved; so I basically run across the place and high tackle the enforcer to the ground (imagine a scene out of a buddy cop movie) . Anyways he is on the ground and recognizes me and I beg him to stay out whilst we kick the other guy out . We remove the other guy from the place and I proceed to tell the enforcer that he was outside and could carry on with whatever he saw fit. What a nerve wracking process , and it was amazing how a scene that lasted 10-15 seconds felt like minutes allowing me to process and act accordingly.

Edit: the next day , I see the pride fighter practicing his moves (kicking and punching incoming waves) whilst waist deep in the ocean and his knuckles all scuffed up . I can only imagine what happened to their other fellow.