WEC featherweight champ Urijah Faber gained the attention of MMA fans with hard-fought victories over top fighters like Jens Pulver. But "The California Kid's" toughest battle came while vacationing in Bali back in 2006 when Faber literally had to fight for his life in a scene straight out of a Hollywood action movie.

Here, the champ breaks down the details of the street fight:

I was on vacation in Indonesia, and my buddies had to leave early, so I ended up being by myself in this club. I was actually hanging out with some European chicks at the time, and this guy came up and started a fight with me. I kind of shrugged the whole situation off. But he was persistent about eyeballing me and he didn't speak any English. I was like, 'Dude, what is this fucking guy's problem?'

So, I walk up to him and I'm like, 'What's your problem man?' And I turned around, and pointed, like, 'Do you want to walk outside? We'll figure it out outside.' Then we walked outside and he followed me into the back of this alley and we started fighting.

I hit him once, and he called over to a bunch of guys in the parking lot. One guy spoke a little bit of English and asked what was going on. I told him the guy wanted to start a fight with me. I wasn't sure what his problem was, but I had no problem fighting him one on one.

The group of guys brought us onto a monument with a fountain and everything, and we had a big crowd of people around us. I obviously kicked the crap out of the guy and ended up dropping him on his shoulder on the cement and breaking his collarbone. The guy was like, 'OK, OK, you win.' The guy who spoke English said, 'Kid, get out of here.' During the fight, I lost my sandals, shirt, and hat. So I'm looking around for that stuff, while people are just watching, and the guy says again, 'Get out of here. Get out of here.' And I'm like, 'Dude, settle down. I'm just finding my shit.'

Like four minutes later, I get a cheap-shot in the back of the head with brass knuckles. I turn around and some guy says, 'One on one,' but it turns out he was being sarcastic. Another guy comes at me with a bottle, another guy picks up a rock, so I'm fighting these three guys, and I'm kicking the guy with the bottle and the rock, and the guy with the brass knuckles is rabbit punching me on the top of the head - seven different spots on my head needed to be stitched up later. There were gashes, so I'm pouring blood. I run back into the club, and at this point, I realize that the three guys who came after me were bouncers.

So, I'm running onto the dance floor, trying to get away from these guys. I trip up, fall on my back on the dance floor, and I'm surrounded by a ton of bouncers. Who knows what they think - they don't know what's going on. They just see me running around the club all bloody. I'm getting kicked and shit, and it starts a little riot in there. This girl that I was with got a bottle broken over her head and had to get stitches in her face.

So, I finally get out of crowd, and I go to the back in an open area. I get up on a staircase and I'm fighting off guys, jump back down, and then there's a dance floor, and on the other side, there's a seating area near the door.

I go into a dead sprint to the front door. I elbow the guy at the door, and then just take off running away from the club. There's a main strip nearby with all sorts of stores. Some of them are locked up, some of them have people sitting in front of them - they pay people to sit there and watch the store.

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I ran past a Billabong shop, so I stop and go back in. But there's some guy trying to stop me from going into the store, because that's their job, and I'm pushing past, yelling, 'They're trying to kill me! They're trying to kill me!'

So I get to the back of the store, and I'm trying to catch my breath, and in come those three guys again. Now, one of them has a shoe hammer, and I'm like, 'Fuck!' I seriously thought I was going to die at this point. I'm fake begging, like, 'Please, please don't kill me!" And they're all mocking me by saying, 'One on one. One on one." The guy with the hammer comes at me. I overhand right him and then just run to the door and go back towards the club, because if I go further out in the other direction, no one will be there to help me.

I'm sprinting bare-footed on the cement. I'm all fucked up at this point. I see a taxi right in front of the club, so I jump in and yell, "Go, go, go!" The driver is freaking out because I'm bleeding everywhere. I have long hair that's completely soaked in blood, my clothes are completely soaked, so I basically tell the guy to go, and in the meantime, the fucking taxi gets attacked.

I'm trying to find the lock to the door, but they open the door before I have a chance to get to the lock. The taxi driver gets out, so at this point, I think the taxi driver turned on me, and I'm like, "What the fuck, man?" Then some guy grabs me by the hair and hammer fists me, and I thought for sure I'm going to die.

I mean, at this point. I'm definitely going to die.

Then some Europeans and some people from Bali start pulling people off the car. The taxi driver jumps back in and we fucking take off. There's one guy following us on a motorcycle. I tell the taxi driver to pull over, and he pulls over, and I get out of the car, and I ask what he's following me for? And he goes, 'Are you OK? Are you OK? Do you need any help?' I say I'm fine, and he's like, 'Where are you staying?' I tell him, 'Don't worry about it, just get out of here.' And he took off.

So I went to the one hospital, and they thought I had fractured my skull in two spots so they sent me to a different hospital. Then I had like six or seven different spots on my skull sutured. The bill was like $35. I didn't have a major fracture or brain damage or anything like that - the damage was pretty minimal, considering what had gone on. I had a hematoma on my leg that's now a dent, and my legs were all jacked up - my feet and my back were all scratched up from being on the ground. But, you know, that was it, man. I flew all the way back to America, and then the next day I flew out to Japan. Mark Coleman was there, and as soon as he saw me he's like, 'What the hell happened to your head, man?'

Don't miss Faber's next fight against Mike Brown. November 5, 2008 at 9:00 PM on the Versus network.