Fight Club Fan Art Novels & Stories

I genuinely believed that it was only a matter of time before the man would end up connecting one of those devastating punches with Kelly's face or body. And then what? She'd be seriously hurt. Maybe killed. "You are too stubborn for your own good, Kelly," I thought desperately, my hands clenched into tight fists. Why was she doing this? Why was she risking her life like this? My eyes wandered around the venue, trying to distract myself from the horror in the ring. And then my gaze fell on an inscription painted on the far end of the wall in bold red letters. Fight Club. "So this is an actual fight club," I thought with growing concern and anger. "Shouldn't this be completely illegal? I have

I genuinely believed that it was only a matter of time before the man would end up connecting one of those devastating punches with Kelly's face or body. And then what? She'd be seriously hurt. Maybe killed. "You are too stubborn for your own good, Kelly," I thought desperately, my hands clenched into tight fists. Why was she doing this? Why was she risking her life like this? My eyes wandered around the venue, trying to distract myself from the horror in the ring. And then my gaze fell on an inscription painted on the far end of the wall in bold red letters. Fight Club. "So this is an actual fight club," I thought with growing concern and anger. "Shouldn't this be completely illegal? I have

"These dudes are no joke—they're deep into martial arts. Two of them can really throw down, and the top dog? He's a martial god with ultimate mastery!" "The club member's buddies got wrecked, and he ended up with a busted arm. They're all waiting for an ambulance now." "Foreign warriors?" Nevaeh's brow creased. "Citrakuta guys?"

The announcer introduces me by name with a cold voice: “And returning to UFC arms, one of the best fighters, to the girls joy and disgrace of his opponents, Sickle.” And the gym explodes in euphoric screams from my fans, I go around the octagon one more time, stop in front of the audience and slowly kiss my tattooed fingers with my name and a sickle symbol. I see two fighters from the old days, sitting on the first row, applauding my return and that moves me like fuck. Joe “The Pain” is introduced by the announcer and his fans applaud. We get our orientations from the referee to a clean fight, we stare at each other before out fists clashing and the fight begins.

My ribs ached where he'd cracked me good, but fuck, that only made my cock twitch harder in my shorts. This underground fight club was my church, and nights like this, when the line between beating the shit out of someone and fucking them blurred, were my sacraments. Rocco spat blood onto the ground, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that feral glint. He was built like a goddamn tank...broad shoulders, thick thighs, tattoos snaking up his arms like warnings. I'd seen him fight before, watched him break jaws and egos, but tonight, I wanted to break something else.

Brute strength and boiling rage. Finally he pounced and we became a swirling mix of dark fur as we tore into each other. He bit my flank causing me to yelp whilst I buried my snout into his upper shoulder and tore away at him. I heard further yelps from further away and in a brief untangle from Wicknace I saw a terrifying sight. Troy was pinned by both Julien and Jimmy. Shit, I couldn’t help I had Wicknace already charging me for another round. There was never any guarantee we were going to come out of this alive.

Safety reasons. She told me it's a new guy that's just moved here 2 weeks ago,age 21,a bit taller than her,muscular but not too much.He's also is undefeated in every fight he's gotten into. Jokingly she said "He's really good looking,the place is probably going to swarm with girls screaming to get his attention" I bit the inside of my cheeks because i hate to fight with a dude that is good looking.Their fans is always so irritating.Come on,just because you scream their name they're not going to fall in love with you or give you any personal attention.It personally just makes my ear hurts.

moving by two's was an effective method in dealing with the Tank because its attention was very easy to distract because of the advantage of them, the fear that lingers in my heart subsided and now I watch the fight thoroughly swapping teams by two's made the tanks confuse and attack randomly while Uncle Sunny and Timot recovers they also join the attack but there is no free meal in this world and Art has been hit by the punch of the Tank before they land their first attack! "GGGWAAAA!!"- Art "Art!!"- Bhlezy "you f*cker!!"- Sunny Sunny immediate reveal its liquor that he hides

THE FIGHT CLUB LOCKER ROOM AT 2 AM PT 1 At 2 AM the underground fight club was finally emptying out. The air hung thick with the sharp smell of sweat, and blood. In the shadows near the cage, Selene stood watching. She was thirty-seven, her body was lean and muscled from years of training fighters. Black ink tattoos were up her ribs and disappeared under the tight black tank top she wore. Not long ago, Remy had landed the final punch inside the cage. The twenty-three-year-old fighter’s feral eyes burned with victory as his opponent dropped to the mat. The crowd roared one last time before the referee raised Remy’s arm.

I grab him and punch his face and use my left hand to claw his neck. He punches me but I don’t feel it. I am fighting now with anger in my heart. When we were growing up, we were taught and told that we should fight with anger because it will only mess up our minds which will make us lose in battle as we are fighting with our emotions leading us. A true artist doesn’t fight with his or her emotions taking the part of the leader. But I will say in my case that my anger is what is my energy and strength. “Ahhhhh!!! Fuck!!” I continue to snarl as I punch him and tear his skin with my claws. He grunts continuously till I land him on the ground. I don’t stop, I continue effecting damage.