I was working with the boss and building my heat.  I had Gagne tangled up in the ropes when, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a mark heading for the ring.  Turning my head, a quick glance confirmed it. The fan had bolted from his seat, sprinting toward the ring in a rage.  I told Gagne that a mark was coming for me and to just keep selling, I would be right back in a matter of seconds.

As this guy hit the ring, his arms and head came through the ropes first.  He found himself in "no mans land."  With as much velocity that was humanly possible, my size fifteen wrestling boot connected with his face. The sound of bones breaking and teeth being dislodged from his jaw was nauseating.  Blood spattered everywhere, he slumped to the gym floor unconscious.  The local police dragged him out of the building.

On this night it was survival of the fittest...and the smartest.