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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.

The struggling, shrieking, wildly kicking person turned out to be a woman who began to flay her arms, scratching and abusing him loudly. ‘Ow!’ he cried as one punch landed on his face and he dumped the figure onto the ground, jerking back the hoodie as he did so. His men were beside him, Lee having chased away the miscreants who had run off into the dense undergrowth, the grounds of the Club.

“Malachi Dain couldn’t get a woman to touch his shriveled cock unless it’s through coercion.” The crowd roared with laughter. “How many women has that bastard forced?” I yelled, my mind conjuring insults. “He does it because he’s stupid and brutish and smells like a skunk.” A tall man strode up behind the fighters and sneered, “He looks like one, too.” Everyone broke out into chuckles. Malachi spun around and punched the man, making him fall back into the crowd. Griff waited for him to turn back before hitting Malachi with a forward jab that made his nose explode with blood.

“I didn’t model for that. They took a picture of me at the charity event and slapped it on there.” He took a menacing step toward them. “You really want to do this?” His fists clenched. “You should hang your suit over the barbells over there. It will wrinkle.” Brass snorted. “It would be on the evening news if you wore clothes with creases that weren’t put there by an iron. It would make us look bad.” A snarl tore from Justice and Tiger threw the first punch. His blow hit Justice in the shoulder and he reacted by kicking out, hitting his friend in the hip and sending him

He's a good liar. Jax pulled back the microphone. "So, nothing is going on between you two?" He asked. "No." Liam and I both said at the same time. Some of the guys started whistling and yelling for me. Jessie P.O.V. I was hiding in the fight club with the guys. We all wore jeans with hoods or hats to cover our faces. We stood in the back. I looked up when the guy in charge announced that a girl was trying to become their newest fighter. My eyes literally popped out of my head when I saw Julie in the cage with a guy that could eat her whole.

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

“You can’t handle one woman?” “Fuck you. Just help me,” Artie snaps. I fight like a mad thing as they haul me up between them. Greg grunts when I kick him in the ankle, and I manage to bite Artie’s neck, leaving a bleeding impression to match my claw marks on his face. In the back of my mind, I wonder why I haven’t frozen like I did in the alley near my work. But then, this is for Ace. I can do anything for him.

I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

The dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of sweat, leather, and anticipation. Fifteen naked bodies were scattered around the wrestling mat, eagerly awaiting the main event of the evening. I, Melody Rivera, the reigning fuck fight champion, stood in the center of the ring, my toned muscles rippling beneath my bare skin. My opponent, a new challenger named Lex Lux, eyed me hungrily as he stretched his broad shoulders, his thick cock already hardening at the thought of conquering me.