Fight Club Graphic Novels & Stories

My eyes scan the audience to find the guy I am going to fight against. "I am not sure. Rico is a big boy. Do you think you can take him ?" "Just put these on top of what you bet”. Twigs accepts the money and we turn our attention to the fight. This time there are also tiny splashes of blood floating around in the air and land far outside the ring. I wrinkle my nose and do my best to breathe through my mouth. I try to divert my urges by studying the fighter's technique. The boss catches the Butcher's arm, and with the other he sends a powerful blow into his ribs. I hear a crunching sound, and the Butcher falls to his knees. The fighter is about to get up when the Boss kicks him right in the f

Not only that but he'd been a close friend to all of them, and he'd never forgotten his roots. Even after he'd started to fight and win the bigger, more heavily promoted fights, he came back a few times a year to visit. He'd even gotten in the habit of ending his after-fight interviews with a plug for the gym. Jack said he'd noticed an increase in memberships ever since Felix started doing that. Each time Felix won another bout and mentioned the gym in the after-fight interview, there'd be a surge in memberships. "Is that his girl?" Noah pointed to the tall girl resembling a runway model next to him in the picture.

"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?"

Towering over the little leprechaun looking fuck, despite him trying his best to look intimidating. "Last warning," I murmur. "Or I'll make sure all your old ladies are thrown into the rotation with all the whores that come through the clubhouse. The first punch comes fast - a wild swing that I dodge easily. Years of bar fights have taught me to move efficiently, no wasted motion. I drive my knee into the attacker's gut as Connell and Miles engage the others. Glass shatters somewhere behind me. A pool cue splinters. The regular patrons clear out fast, leaving us room to work.

Pain exploded in his face, but Nick fought back, his fists flying as he tried to fend off the two attackers. Nick was is a good fighter, he's trained to fight and enjoys fighting. But the odds were against him. For every punch he threw another one landed on him. He felt the sharp sting of hit to his ribs, the sickening thud of a blow to his stomach. His vision blurred as the pain intensified, but he kept swinging, refusing to go down without a fight

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.

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.

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.

He was on the edge of losing control but kept his real self under control. “Are you serious? Do you think we are here to joke?” the last of the bullies yelled angrily. “Let’s get this over with,” the first guy who pushed him said, approaching Fighter. “Okay, that is it,” Fighter mumbled. He clenched his fist, and his face began to change. His jaw expanded, and hair covered it almost immediately. He grabbed the guy by the shirt and threw a powerful punch to his face. That was all it took — the guy fell to the ground and gave up the ghost.

Until we got here, with masks and ofcourse, Ava Dolled me up today as well, Jane had forced us to go shopping and got me revealing clothes, they said i was as young as they were so there was no reason why i should act like a grandma. Finding out our location was an underground fight club freaked me out, i hated violence but the three girls relished in it, with the way they all rejoiced and chanted whenever a blow was given to one of the fighters showed that, the club was filled up to the brim with people, all with different types of masks, some betting, some drinking, some smooching. “Did you see how White mask entered the ring? Gods! The things i’d let that guy behind the mask do to me.” Mi