Romans & histoires Fight Club Fan Art

I crouch over top of him, pointing my knee into his back as I grab his arm and place it behind his head. The man curses and thrashes as I continue to hold him still. Had this been a regular fight, his three seconds would've been up by now. But because this is an underground fight club, it meant there were no rules. So instead of tapping out, I let the man go. Giving him another chance to take me out. The crowd goes silent as they watch me let the man go. "What is she doing?" I hear someone from the crowd ask their neighbour. "This is why we don't allow girls here. They don't understand." I hear someone else remark.

The headline hit me like a tidal wave. An image of Timothy and Stella emerged just beneath those bold words. It looked like someone had taken an old image of Timothy and the old club leader at one of the past games. Timothy had a trophy tucked just under his arm with Stella clinging to the opposite side of his body. They’d gone as far as to crop out part of the club leader’s face in order to zoom in on Timothy and Stella’s smiling faces. So Timothy and Stella were together? After all that, he just goes running to the women who prides herself on making people miserable.

I was constantly frustrated, and I could now relieve it by kicking and punching a bag. Tonight, I was planning on making some serious cash. Monday nights Wolf ran an underground fighting club where people can place bets and fighters can win some money. He and his friend Damian, another wolf, were paying my entrance fee for a cut of the profits. They were also betting on me and promised me a cut in that, too. I was a little nervous but mostly excited.

knock it off Luna: susie stop replying and Toby STOP IT Toby: *typing more* Luna: STOP this is why imma block YOUU Toby: *blocks luna* Luna: BLOCKS TOBY BACK fucking bITch

“Heard about Mickey. You dealt with him yet?” I sipped. “Permanently.” They grinned. Below us, Marcus emerged into the pit — shirtless, muscles rippling with every movement, the word “Hell” tattooed across his chest. The opposing fighter — a bit taller, leaner, with black ink across his jaw and neck — came from Rouder’s cult. Rouder wasn't present but I can see some of his men cheering from the crowd. Rouder wasn't exactly a friend, but we weren't at war either. The crowd roared as the bell rang, signaling that it was starting..

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

It made my skin tingle all over again. I spotted another group of fighters—four strong men this time. Their bodies gleamed with oil from the morning's fights. Sweat mixed with it, running down their muscled chests and arms. One guy had a long scar across his chest, red and raised like a mark of pride from past battles. Another had dark tattoos snaking up his arms, thick lines that looked like twisting ropes. The other two were just as built, one with short blond hair matted to his head, the other with a shaved scalp that showed off his thick neck.

Alice sighed before she stood up straight and delivered the final bullet to his head. It was almost nine when she got to Walsh Hanson’s fight club. Walsh was a stubby fellow, polite when he needed to be and always paid his dues to Don Diablo on time. He had been running this fighting ring for as long as Alice could remember, and a lot of men came in to fight for cash and a few additional strings. If some were lucky, they were offered the opportunity to join Walsh’s club if they wanted. This was the place to be on a Saturday night, if someone was interested in seeing women and men kicking the shit out of each other. Alice had heard that a skilled fighter was coming to fight one of Walsh’s box

Or maybe I was just so lonely that I didn't see he was interested in more than being friends. The fight is brutal. You can see the two fighters are both skilled and know what they're doing, and the longer the fight goes on, the more restless I become. It feels like forever before one fighter knocks the other one out, and he's being thrown over a big guy's shoulder and carried out of the ring while the winner has his arm thrust into the air while the crowd celebrates. "Would you like to hit some clubs while we're here?" Kaito asks with a small smile.

maybe our gang could start something like this. I saw a poster with writing that read, 'Monthly Road Racing.' "Who do you think will win this time?" someone beside me spoke up. I internally thanked my black leather jacket that helped me blend in with the crowd and replied, "Sorry, I'm new here. Who's the toughest competitor?" "Of course, it's Mutiny." Mutiny? Interesting choice of name. Kudos to the parents. "Is he undefeatable?" I inquired. "I don't know. But I have never seen that dude lose for as long as I have come here."