When I wasn't old enough to drink, myself and a couple of schoolie mates used to drink in bunch of pubs in a rough area where we usually got served. One night, in one of what I thought was one of the less rough pubs, we heard some noise coming from the function suite at the back of the boozer. One of us went to have a look and returned with the news that Thursday night was "Punch In The Pus" night,and this being Thursday, the competion was under way. It went like this – the contenders would step up to the 4'x4' dance floor and a coin would be tossed. The winner went first and punched the other anywhere in the facial area (known in East Scotland as The Pus, hence the term Punch In The Pus). If the loser of the coin toss didn't fall down, it was his shot (very few women involved so it was HIS shot), and so on until one of them fell down. And very entertainig it was too.
Anyway, some years later and I was working in bar when a relief manager was brought in because the usual manager was away on holiday. He brought his sidekick, Gus. Gus it turned out was the Undisputed Punch In The Pus Champion. All I can say, is you might get used to being hit, but I'd struggle to get used to looking like that.