From what I can hear there are four guys involved, two of them fighting and the other two whooping and hollering, yelling "KICK HIS ASS" and "YEAAAAAAAAHH!"

Between the shouts of the two onlookers I hear damp thudding and thumping which I vaguely recognize as the sound of one human punching another human in their stomach. Then the sound changes to terrific thuds of kicking, at which point the onlookers no longer cheer the men on but instead change their message to "WHAT'S YOUR POINT?"

Barely awake, I assume this indicates a victor or at least dominator in this brawl.

Nevertheless, the sound continues with that of one man's fist cracking the face of the other man. This sounds closer to a slap than a punch. Then I hear garbage cans fall over and the sound of the defeated fighter's body thrown into the bushes right outside my bedroom window.

Only about 30 or 40 seconds had elapsed.

By this point the two cheerleaders were gone, and I was awake enough to walk over to the window. A man in a tuxedo was stumbling away, and the body of the defeated, who also appeared to be wearing a tuxedo, lay groveling in the bush.

From the toppled garbage cans came some of the trash I had taken downstairs several hours earlier. I could see my empty can of Pringles Cheez Ums and the bag for 8 Arnold brand hot dog buns (which still had two months-old hot dog buns in it).

I enjoyed seeing my garbage hoisted from the anonymous comfort of a garbage can and into the middle of a drunken brawl, and I looked around for other familiar scraps of my trash.

I might have called the police or done something, except the defeated one got up out of the bush and trotted off, perhaps in search of his attacker but not looking at all like someone who had just taken a serious ass-kicking.