| Height | Weight | Punches | Blood |
| Duration N/A | Thrown | Landed | Big |
| Marty Melnychuk | 6'2''  2 | 210lb 15 | N/A | N/A | N/A | N/A |
| Adam Young | 6'4''  2 | 225lb 15 | N/A | N/A | N/A |
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Melnychuk
Oct 24, 2008 08:16 ET | With an anvil-size fist raised to the gods of roughhousing, defenseman Adam Young squares up his enemy and tries to separate him from his jaw. The home crowd at Upper Marlboro's Show Place Arena erupts in rapturous bloodlust, especially the children, many of whom dart from their seats and scramble down to the Plexiglas to press their noses closer to the scrum. Young's follow-up swing is an errant haymaker, catching only the jersey of the Huntington Blizzard's Marty Melnychuk, a scary-looking sonofabitch with a fresh black eye and ratty brown hair. The fighters, arms akimbo and aggression escalating, lock up in a violent bear hug and tumble to the ice like Rodan and Godzilla, their bodies bouncing and wheezing at impact. The nearest referee senses an opening and wades into the sweaty, cussing heap to untangle the pair. His timing, however, sucks, and soon the official goes down, too; the 1,000 or so onlookers grow even more frenzied at the rare sight of a zebra being dropped. Now three grown men are flailing about on the cold playing surface, and the game clock declares that only three minutes have passed in the first period. An early fight like this can mean only one thing: It's going to be a long, fulfilling night at the icehouse.
The action is tougher to spot now that all the combatants are horizontal--a rabbit punch to the neck, a knee pad to the balls--and the fans begin making their way back to their seats with bored murmurs about who kicked whose ass. The booming house sound system, which punctuated the first punch with Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," segues into a sugar-sweet Barney song--They're called please and thank you....They're called the magic words. The two brawlers, perhaps sensing that they are no longer the main attraction, allow themselves to be pried apart and remanded to their respective penalty boxes for five minutes apiece. | Reply |
clackson3
Mar 24, 2009 23:06 ET | You should post that as a review. | Reply |
Melnychuk
Mar 25, 2009 04:52 ET | I would have but its not clear who won from this description. | Reply |
Melnychuk
Feb 24, 2010 01:33 ET | Forgot to add, this was taken from:
http://www.washingto...display.php?id=14085 | Reply |