Sean Avery

I cause chaos for distraction, for intimidation, for the win.

I've done it since I was a kid.

Who did you just call a bitch, I say?

Before he can answer, I smack one guy, open hand slap him across the jaw.

He's down.

I hit the second guy on the side of his head, on his ear, before his hands even come out of his pockets.

He's down.

The third guy is six feet away, coming toward me.

I take two hard steps and bury my shoulder into his belly button, wrap my arms around his legs and pick him up off the ground, slam his head off the curb, bounce his head right off the concrete.

He's out cold, bleeding from the ears.

I sit down on the curb.

I have blood on my hands, but they aren't shaking.

At least there were three.

It's easier to sell.

I take out my phone, put my hand on one guy's chest to see if he's still breathing.

I call the cops.

Hi, my name is Carter Hughes.

I play hockey for the University of New Hampshire.

I just got attacked by three men on the corner of Summer Street and Main.

One of the guys is hurt badly.