Team Rampage blog: C.B. Dollaway on episode No. 6 of "TUF7" | MMAjunkie.com
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......This past Wednesday Matthew Riddle, Ryan Bader and a few of my buddies from ASU headed out to Mill Avenue to hit a few bars. We are all training and not drinking a whole bunch – we had maybe two or three Bud Lights throughout the evening. So we called it a night at around midnight and headed to a local late-night sandwich shop to grab a bite. I had just come from my "TUF" appearance at the Baer's Den, so I was wearing my free UFC clothes. Matthew? Well, he might of had zero pieces of clothes before the show because the only thing I have seen him wear since he got to Arizona is TapouT and UFC gear. So here we are in the sandwich shop, in full TapouT and UFC gear, looking as obnoxious as you can imagine. We looked like our moms had just won a UFC prize pack. To make sure we were even more obnoxious looking, we had a camera guy out with us gathering footage for my website.
As we sit down to await our late-night meals and laugh at whatever story Riddle is about to tell, we notice three guys approaching us. One can't walk, as he is 10-sheets-to-the-wind drunk. He is flanked/supported by "David and Goliath," as we called them. Goliath was about 6-foot-8, and his buddy was a much shorter 5-foot-9. Riddle had a bright read hand print dyed in his hair, and I was certain that it wasn't going to be an autograph request.
The drunkest guy speaks first, and it is along the lines of, "What are you pussies looking at?" Well, the cameraman jumps up first and attempts to defuse the situation in a calm and respectful manner. He told them we were just there to eat and that we hadn't even noticed them and that we mean or meant no harm.
That seemed to make things worse as we, the supposed UFC and TapouT posers, are sitting down and leave a cameraman to work out the peace accord. Truth be told, I gave them more leeway than usual; I am pretty respectful and don't get along well with those that are not. These three guys were looking for trouble.
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The guys continue on about us "mad-dogging them" and that they are going to "kick our asses." The cameraman once more asks for peace (he was wearing a Ron Paul shirt), and Goliath responds by grabbing him and putting him into a sandwich-shop guillotine. My boys and I jump up and try to save the poor cameraman.
David (the short one) swings on me, and I duck out of the way and put him in a rear-naked choke. While Riddle and the rest of the guys pull Goliath off the cameraman, they quickly realize I am still chocking this guy, and they begin to peel me off him......
