As the fight continued, a thought came to John's mind.  "I'm getting much to good this."  Then a few punches, dodges, and counters later another thought came to mind. "Is it just me, or is this getting easier the more bar fights I get in?"  Then a little later another thought came "It's over already?"  Looking down at the floor full of unconscious men, he saw Richman laying with two large black eyes and a very broken nose.  Around him laid about 8 guys with fairly large welts on their heads.  "Well he certainly did pretty good for the first time."  John picked up a glass of bear and poured it on Richmond face.  "That's one way to earn there respect, I'll give ya that Richy.  You wield that stick like you were a trained to.  At this rate we'll be leading an army into the country." John said as Richmond woke up.