Fight Club Fan Art Novelas e Histórias

The expressions of those fighters were horrible. They could not move in, but they could not retreat either. Aiden Bauer’s face was swollen red after getting slapped across the face multiple times. Big palm prints on his face were startling the crowd. Aiden’s eyes were constantly twitching because of this. “You bastard! I’ll tell you one thing, I don’t care who you are, I don’t care where you come from, and I don’t care what kind of people are behind your back!

he asked while the others laughed "no am gonna do this" joel said and gave the guy a punch across his face making the guy fall back "did you just punched me?" The guy asked while touching his face "yeah and am gonna do that again" joel said with confidence "you idiot you're gonna regret this guys get him" he said and signals the other guy to fight joel. he moved closer to joel and they engaged in a very serious fight exchanging fist and all that when the leader brought out a knife from his pocket and I gasp when he made an attempt to stab joel with it

Mel’s smile faded slightly. “A fight?” I nodded. “He said it was for luck before a fight.” Mel set her spoon down slowly. “Oh.” “What?” She leaned back in her chair. “He probably meant the underground fights.” I blinked. “The what?” Mel sighed. “There’s a fight club under the gym in town.” My eyes widened. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was.” She shook her head. “Some of the academy boys participate in it.” “Atlas included.” I frowned slightly. “He didn’t seem like a bad person.”

Joanna moved fast. A detailed file on Tina was already delivered to me the next day. Her favorite place was a private fight club called "Iron Fist". I appeared at the fight club as a new member. Soon, I saw Tina sparring with a tall man. Her opponent was clearly impatient. After Tina dodged one of his attacks, he lost his temper and threw an illegal heavy punch straight at her temple. I immediately took a step forward and took the punch head-on. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.

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Rubbing the back of my neck I watch the devil in front of me gleam with joy. Debs doesn't care about Tate, she cares about money. Which makes me wonder why she even agreed to work with Tate when she Isn't getting paid by the hour. "How did you book the fight?" I ask skeptically. The United Front Fighting League is big stuff. A lot of the fighters that are in the UFFL go on to the MFC after that.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

I would glance back occasionally, watching as he'd write notes down in his book. I didn't know if this was the college Connor was looking to impress, but I was sure that he'd impress them all. It was getting down to the last ten minutes or so of the game, and Connor was starting to get rough with a few of the opposing players. Considering our team was ahead by two goals, it made sense that things were going to get rough, but violent? I didn't see the need for that. A fist fight was close to breaking out between Elijah and another player, but our coach pulled him. That's when I started to get a bad feeling about the game. When one of the opposing players decided to get sneaky with his hits, t

The arena doors opened slowly ahead of them. Not the main entrance. Not from the camera side. From the side the fighters use. And then—he heard it. At first just scattered voices. Then a rising roar. Then something that wasn't just noise—but a name: "ICEBLUE FIST!" "ICEBLUE! ICEBLUE!" Something twisted in his gut. Not because of the name—he'd chosen it. Or rather, accepted that others had chosen it for him. But because of how it was said now. Not mockingly.

“I won’t look weak. Not this time.” Dahlia threw her hands up. “What is it with men and fights? Fine. Then face your opponent. Let’s get this over with.” Jay just stared at him, expressionless, like he’d already checked out. The circle formed quickly, tension thick in the air. Dahlia gripped Bram’s hand like a lifeline. Jay’s opponent, a guy called Fury, towered over him, shirtless and built like a tank. Jay looked lean, quicker on his feet, but Fury hit like a sledgehammer, each blow landing hard.