Fight Club Age Rating Novels & Stories

I say, turning to Beta Joseph. When we get to the training grounds there is a young group of boys sparring. I am impressed to see that they start training their pack at such a young age. “How old are these boys?” I ask. Beta Joseph answers without looking at me as his eyes are watching a particular boy in the group. “These boys are ten. We start their training around eight years old and teach them some basic self-defense moves and then move on to Ju jitsu and other fighting styles around this age.” He nods towards the boy his eyes are following and says, “My son is in this group.”

By the time it landed, its legs had fully regenerated. Felix glanced around at the spectators and noticed their almost hysterical excitement. They seemed disturbingly accustomed to these unnatural creatures, shouting and cheering loudly as the fight began. He had learned earlier that tickets alone cost 5,000 dollars each, and betting was even allowed before each match. This underground fight club easily pulled in millions just from ticket sales—what other industry made money so effortlessly? They held three fights each evening, three days in a row each week, attracting visitors from all over the country.

He felt ashamed, which I assumed it was from him forgetting my abilities. “I’ll manage.” I took a deep breath and collected myself. Damian was rubbing his hand up and down my back, trying to help relax me. As we got to the door, I took one last deep breath and prepared myself. The bouncer held out his hand as Damian put a yellow card into it. He looked at it before opening the door, allowing us to enter. I had never been to an undergrown fight club, but this wasn’t what I pictured. It was a large wrestling ring in the middle of a chain-link fence. There were vampires, witches and wolves mixed in with humans and no one gave a shit about the other. I kept my aura deep within as I watched a vam

I covered my mouth with both hands, looking at the man's thrown glasses, but he didn't care and returned to face Chris. My office, where I was supposed to work quietly and without problems, suddenly turned into an illegal boxing ring. Both of them fought tightly, not allowing each other to attack vital points, but they managed to infiltrate each other's defenses, leaving scratches and bruises in several places on both of their bodies. I had stayed on the safest side, not wanting to get involved in their fight, which was very childish considering their ages, which were quite mature and no longer deserved to be called children or teenagers who had just reached puberty.

Braelyn stumbled back, and her butt hit the floor, which made her cry in pain, "Ouch!" Originally, Braelyn was angered by everything that happened today, but before she could stand up, call the person, and demand his apology, the person had disappeared into thin air. "Pathetic!" Braelyn muttered to herself in anger as she entered the club for the first time. The club was in a frenzy mode when she entered. "High level of alcohol, please," Braelyn yelled to the muscular handsome bartender due to the loud playing song. In White Flake Pack, the age of 18 is the legal age to drink alcohol and visit such places as clubs, etc.

My eyes were trained at their moves and I had to admit that they were both extremely good fighters. ‘Well of course they are, you bloody fool. What did you expect? A newbie throwing their life away at a competition that might land them on their death bed?’ was the valid and inarguable point my subconscious flung at me. I could feel my eyes widen at how cruelly they were doing it here. The brunette was already on his ass, trying to protect his face in vain from the punches his opponent was throwing at him. It was bloodier than the Underground Place. At least there, we had a few rules and even if they were barely paid attention to, the few that knew of them respected those rules.

How many people will I have to fight? This first fighter is not skilled, but his movements are jerky. He’s smart to stay in human form. He isn’t very big. He can’t be over eighteen years old. He goes to punch me in the face. I grab his wrist and twist his arm behind his back, applying upward pressure. He groans, and I think I’ve got him ready to submit.

Lavana reached the venue and sat back in her seat, legs crossed while eating popcorn. The performance by the 'Excellia' troupe was terrific, and when they were done, she rose and applauded them, just like several others in the audience. Soon it was time for the battles to begin. The first match was between Wild Fangs and Storm Riders. Both packs' contenders were tall, burly males who had short black hair. Many started betting on who would win among them. At the beating of a war drum, the two jumped into the ring and lunged at each other, their claws extended, and their canines elongated into fangs. This was a fight to the death, and unlike yesterday, there would be no clemency. Today's event

I didn't talk with the other boys that much, so oddly enough, it felt more comforting being near him. "Guys, you know Elizabeth. Elizabeth, the guys." We all waved awkwardly. "So, how are you guys able to be down here when there's no adult supervision?" One of the guys answered my question. "We're apart of the weight room club, they kind of trust us to be here." My mouth dropped a bit, "That's a thing?" There were a few laughs, but I was still serious about my question, which they caught on. "Yeah, it's a real thing. We meet in the afternoons and during free periods and just work out. It's pretty awesome, actually."

A lady asked as she took a couple steps forward and stood beside the teenage toddler. “Yeah!!!” The others agreed with that question. That was when Wilson realized he had already been cornered. They were about ten meters away when they stopped while the teenage toddler and the lady beside him were barely four meters away. He looked at all of them. They numbered somewhere between twenty and thirty. ‘Seems like all the teams are filled with teenagers.’ Wilson thought to himself. Everyone was eligible for the fight fest and I seemed like they were all in the same age bracket. ‘That is good! At least, I know I will be taking on people my age.’