Yep. Some tart started a fight with my seven months pregnant sister. A huge mistake. It took three men, including her boyfriend, to drag me off her. I would have killed her and thought about it afterwards.
I've never started a physical fight but have been involved in three - all to do with me defending - the other two were stepping in between men going for each others' throats. Ho, there was one at my bruv's pub. They were both built like brick shithouses and they were saying to each other 'I'm going to kick you all around the room' etc but nothing was actually happening so I said 'Are you just going to talk shit for the next hour or are you going to actually do something because it's boring me now' Heh. Oh dear. 
They charged at each other and I was enjoying it until they knocked a table over and a load of glasses. I went running in between them and held them back by their throats. I said 'That's it. You can kill each other but you don't mess the pub because I have to do the bastard cleaning' I then let them go and opened the side door and said 'Get your sorry arses out into the dirty air and play with the traffic' (the door led straight onto a main road frequented by lorries) Apparently my brother watched, opened mouthed. He always thought I was such a sweet girl and I am but I will not be messed with. I can more than look after myself. Right, back to my flower arranging...ho hum de dum...
In the ensuing struggle she was sat on top of me attempting to strangle me with the peice of string round my neck that held, ahem, a babies dummy 
while I attempted to gouge her eyes out with my fingernails and rip her earrings through her earlobes. Eventually the screaming alerted to bouncers who came in to separate us and I managed a very convincing act of having calmed down long enough for them to loosen their grip on me and I was able to punch her full in the face while the others were still holding her, (hey, she started it 
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I want to turn your life into a movie, hon.