Well to make a long story short, my partner and I were in a pretty decent fight last night.
We ended up at a loud party complaint and which turned out to be a domestic.
We listened at the door and then did the knock. It went down hill from there. We got into it in at the doorway with one male, he became combative almost right off the bat. I dragged him out the suite by his head and into the hall. He tired to steam roll over me and in those norrow apartment hallways I could get a good take down so I all could is try and choke him out from the weird *** position I landed in.
As we struggled he went for my poor 5ft tall partner's taser. She was half pinned under us and punching him. He got a hold of it and armed it but thankfully she managed to retain it. Once she got control of the tazer she hit her 10-33 button. Buddy managed to squirm out from under me and got a knee strike to the face, which did nothing. I managed to toss him away from us. He postured up again with his yelling at my partner he was going to take the tazer. I managed to slow him down with a baton strike across the thigh. I hit him once and just stopped and looked at me which have my partner time to taze him. It was beautiful, TIMBER............... knee drop - handcuff.
A minute later everyone arrived and there was about 18 cops in the hallway. we booted in the door.. then buddies bedroom door and arrested him. It was sureal, with a half a dozen of so red dots on him from tazers, and just as many gun pointed at him, he suddenly was very cooperative.
Anyhow, I am as sore and crap today. I we figure guy was cystal meth. He was so strong.
I have responded to 10-33's before, but that being the first one I needed help on was incredible. Guys came from other departments, even plainclothes drug cops flying out the fire escape door, it absolutely blew me away.. That is brotherhood!
We often hear about police brotherhood, but we don't often get to experience it. Last night I was blown away the response and concern for us.
Just thought I'd share that with you all.
We ended up at a loud party complaint and which turned out to be a domestic.
We listened at the door and then did the knock. It went down hill from there. We got into it in at the doorway with one male, he became combative almost right off the bat. I dragged him out the suite by his head and into the hall. He tired to steam roll over me and in those norrow apartment hallways I could get a good take down so I all could is try and choke him out from the weird *** position I landed in.
As we struggled he went for my poor 5ft tall partner's taser. She was half pinned under us and punching him. He got a hold of it and armed it but thankfully she managed to retain it. Once she got control of the tazer she hit her 10-33 button. Buddy managed to squirm out from under me and got a knee strike to the face, which did nothing. I managed to toss him away from us. He postured up again with his yelling at my partner he was going to take the tazer. I managed to slow him down with a baton strike across the thigh. I hit him once and just stopped and looked at me which have my partner time to taze him. It was beautiful, TIMBER............... knee drop - handcuff.
A minute later everyone arrived and there was about 18 cops in the hallway. we booted in the door.. then buddies bedroom door and arrested him. It was sureal, with a half a dozen of so red dots on him from tazers, and just as many gun pointed at him, he suddenly was very cooperative.
Anyhow, I am as sore and crap today. I we figure guy was cystal meth. He was so strong.
I have responded to 10-33's before, but that being the first one I needed help on was incredible. Guys came from other departments, even plainclothes drug cops flying out the fire escape door, it absolutely blew me away.. That is brotherhood!
We often hear about police brotherhood, but we don't often get to experience it. Last night I was blown away the response and concern for us.
Just thought I'd share that with you all.
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