The reality is nobody respects manlets if you are a short little man it does not matter how bad of a fighter you are nobody is going to give you respect and you are going to be fighting all night at the door to prove yourself which will lead to problems for the club, when you put a big intimidating looking guy at the door he gets respect from the average person and most people wont try anything.
That was the view of the club owner I worked for.
I worked as a doorman/ID checker and did some bouncing at the Flaming Mug rock n roll club in the mid 80's.
At 5'10" , I was the shortest guy on the bar security staff.
In all modesty, I was the smartest however and mostly worked checking ID's
The owner wanted rowdy guys out with minimal hassle or disruption.
The main bouncer was a huge 6"4" 300+ lb former D-1 Off tackle named Chip.
Chip was a real athlete and we played tennis a lot. Must have looked odd, but we did.
Chip tossed this older biker dude once and he started a scene in the parking lot.
The biker dude appeared to have a gun under her leather vest. I saw a wood grain handle in his grip.
He kept taunting Chip and I did my best to end the scene by saying;
"We don't want to mess with you . Just leave now , no cops, no problems, ok?"
He shrugged his shoulders, got on his bike and rode off. I suspect he didn't want to deal with the cops and may have had a police record.
The wildest night during a Molly Hatchet concert. They had about 8 bouncers working along with me at the door on ID's.
The security staff wore bright orange t-shirts with a beer mug and Flaming Mug in script on 'em.
During the course of that evening we tossed at least 20 guys between 10-12:30 .
Most of those tossed were trying to grab a waitress. Typical dumb ass crap like that.
One drunken asshole hit Chip with a heavy glass pitcher.
That only pissed him off, so we threw the guy in the trash dumpster behind the club.
After that, the club bouncers nickname was the Flaming Muggers.
Working that job was kinda fun and exciting mixed in with several hours of boredom.
Despite what some believe, most piss drunk dudes can't fight worth a shit in that condition.
I'm no bad ass, but, drunks have lousy balance and telegraph every punch.
Yup, this was also during my time on roid cycles and seemed to help.
