Fight Club Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Next time, tell me what you dreamt of… – Lee. I stared at the paper. My knees gave out. I sank to the floor. This time, I swore I was having a heart attack. ========== I couldn’t go home, I couldn’t go to the office. Marcus was gone. His flight had taken off that very morning. I went someplace else. Someplace other. I never got to that anger management class Marcus had mentioned. But I had found something that suited my needs perfectly – a fight club. Not just any fight club. It wasn’t a place for friendly sportsmanship like sparing or jousts. In this one, you could die. I had lost maybe five times, but I had gone there more tha

THE UNDERGROUND The warehouse in Brooklyn's industrial district looked abandoned from the outside....broken windows, graffitied walls, chain-link fence surrounding the property. But on Friday nights, it became something else entirely. The Underground. New York's most exclusive illegal fight club. Cash bets only. No rules except: fight ends when someone taps out, passes out, or doesn't get up. Medical staff on site. Fighters sign waivers. What happens in The Underground stays in The Underground. And tonight, Cassandra "Cass" Reeves was fighting for the first time in the main event.

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.

Even Micah wouldn't be seen in such a slum. But then, the sound hits. The sound of cheers, drunk men, and bodies smashing against each other in brute and violent fashion. I take the final bend, and see the fight cage. Blood, dirt, alcohol. The unholy Union of what has to be… a fight club. “Mikael is…here?” “Come on sweety, the next round’s about to begin. Go shake some ass for our special guests” someone smacks me on the butt from behind, and I immediately whip back to look at her.

And I just know that this man will ruin me He'll take away what's left of my sanity But I won't go down without a fight

It was a fully equipped gym With a comprehensive range of cardio equipments such as treadmills, steppers and elipticals per club, and over 3 tons of free weight equipment as well as the stretch area, along with this it has fighting ring for boxing practice. They both started with stretching followed by a short session on tread mill after this warm up activity, both of them entered the ring and put on their head gears, masks and gloves. It was a back to back fight for both of them, Tiya was not giving any space to Sam for counter attack as she was attacking continuously, luckily Sam was fast enough to block each of her attack on time. They both continued to fight for three hours till the time

Then she yanked her arm back and said, low enough that only I could hear: “You really want to do this here.” “Yes,” I said. Out loud. “Actually.” I took the beanie out of her other hand. She grabbed for it back. I don’t remember deciding to scream. I just did. And then I lunged. What followed was not clean or quiet or anything like the confrontation I’d been playing out in my head since September. Her nails caught my cheek, a fast bright sting. My hand found a fistful of her hair and I pulled with everything I had, all of it, all the months of it, and Tahni Haughton screamed.

He did not want to share her with anyone; okay, St Just was different, but even the thought of his brother and his long, lean hands on Bianca’s soft flesh, made him growl in jealousy. Throwing back his head, he gulped the whiskey and felt the liquid poison burn its way down his throat. He turned suddenly, knowing that he needed to take Bianca, need to see if she had really been the way he had been thinking of all night; or had it all been his imagination. Had her soft c*nt been so tight? Had she really tasted of honey and smelt of roses? * St Just was outside in his large airy office since he had to take care of the new Fight Club they had set up, in collabora