Fight Club Novels & Stories

By 6 o'clock in the evening, he messaged Serenity that he wouldn't be at home and they would meet the next day. Lucas drove home, too tired to do anything but sleep and Alexander reluctantly went to the club office of FX Fight Club to meet Mike Tyndall. He would talk it out today and check how much more he actually owed Mike. He rode to the warehouse where the fights were held. The office was located towards the back of the building. He trudged along and opened the small door that led to a flight of stairs downstairs to the basement. He opened the door and went inside. Mike Tyndall's office was the third on the left. The other two rooms were used for storing t

He was silently raging, determined to have Joe kill this bastard later. Anyone who could open a martial arts club in a place like Blumedale was no ordinary person, and even Andrew had heard of Nova Fight Club before. It seemed to be owned by a young member of the Peck family, one of the Five Apex Families. Climbing to the club's third-floor VIP area, the crowd around them thinned considerably. "Ms. Peck, I brought him!" Gary quickly ran ahead, putting distance between himself and Andrew. Inside, a dozen flashy, rich kids were lounging around, loud and rowdy. Some held expensive champagne, while others, despite being underage, pretentiously puffed on cigars.

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.”

I wouldn't look weak before these ruthless men. "With the fight-to-the-death season finale, we have more than fifteen contestants tonight and more coming. And your favorite fighter... Blue Blood!" I heard the ring lady's voice once again, and the crowd cheered as the door shut behind me. Instantly, my mind registered what type of business Lorenzo ran here and what the MMA was; it was an illegal fight club! Lorenzo not only counterfeited money, sold illegal drugs, and ran the famigilia, he also ran a fight-to-the-death club. What other devilish secrets did he have?

Jack then pushed the man's body with both hands. "Okay if that's what you want!" The man pushed Jack back violently. A scuffle was inevitable, the two of them had a fistfight in the club. With nothing to separate the two of them duel with bare hands. Then suddenly a loud boisterous crowd was heard along with the sound of loud music. Everyone in the club became amused to see the fight between the two. However, Jack hit the man more and more wildly and uncontrollably. "Enough, stop!" Several officers came and immediately broke up Jack's fight with an unknown man.

“I’ve got nothing else going on.” “Cool,” Sam said, changing directions once more. After ten minutes of silence, Sam pulled into the gym. “Let’s go. I need to pay my dues. You’re not sitting here sulking while I’m gone.” Shouldering open the door, Chance rolled his eyes. The brick and glass building appeared like any other structure on Spring Avenue. Most people drove past Smith Brothers’ Fight Club every day without realizing some of the world’s greatest competitors trained inside. Everyone, from professional body builders to MMA champions to Strong Man competitors like Sam, breezed through the door on a daily basis.

There are no refs and I take advantage of that while she’s down by kicking her in the head and chest. This is street fighting, though here in Florida we do it on the beach. The people watching and placing bets form the ring. Nothing glamorous about the fight itself or the payout. Whoever the girl is, she doesn’t get up. She tries to crawl away and I won’t have that. I lean down, grab her ponytail, lift her head, and kick her full in the face. It finishes her and cheers and groans swell from the crowd. Joey Jay, promotor, trainer, and all-around piece of shit, walks over and throws his arm around my shoulder. I shrug him off and grab the water bottle from his other hand. I tip it back and all

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.

Yrah looked too. He ran a hand through his military-style short hair and gave her a serious look. “In the underground block, there’s an arena they call the Battleground. That’s where the cockfight happens… only not between roosters but a few select inmates. Do you watch UFC? Well, it’s like that, but no holds barred and bloodier. The fights take place on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. Saturday is when the big night happens.” He swallowed and scratched his neck. “I’m sorry for all the scratching. I get itchy when I’m nervous, At—doktora.” The guy had been about to call her older sister, reminding Yrah again that he was just a kid. “It’s okay.”

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.