http://www.vandamme.ru/articles/1998/01-10-1998.htm
On the morning of Feb. 5, 1998, Van Damme woke up in New York City with a sore head. It wasn't a woman attacking him this time or a movie bad guy. It was a Hell's Angel-actor, in a topless bar. Life for Van Damme had spiraled down to this: from drugs, career skid and household turmoil to a straight-to-video scene too chessy to film.
The assailant, one Chuck Zito, claims he was Van Damme's bodyguard; Van Damme maintains Zito only did some stunt work on one of his movies. The two crossed paths at Scores, the celebrity-choked gentleman's club on Manhattan's East Side. Zito was eating dinner when Van Damme came in with Mickey Rourke and a couple of other men and ordered champagne. Van Damme went to the men's room; he knew that Zito had, at some point, been dating LaPier, and it upset him that Zito hadn't come clean about the relationship.
The washroom attendant, a guy named Frankie, indicated that he knew Zito. Van Damme was unimpressed. "Chuck Zito, he has no heart," Van Damme spat.
Back at the table, Frankie tattled to Zito.
"Jean-Claude, did you say I had no heart?" Zito said.
Van Damme removed his glasses and folded them: "Yeah, I said that."
"Well, why did you say that?"
Van Damme brought his face closer to the biker's: "Because you're full of shit."
Zito popped Van Damme as they both sat there in their lap-dance positions. Chairs flew. Van Damme ended up on the floor, covering his face. After Van Damme left Scores, Zito nursed the two broken bones in his hand.
The next day, as Van Damme flew home to Los Angeles the Scores dispute naturally occupied a prime position in The New York Post. A New Jersey paper, Steppin' Out, anointed Zito "The Van Damminator."