Fight Club Novels & Stories

The opponent man was looking like he was here to kill Joaquin because there was only one rule in the fight. The only rule in that fighting club was there were no rules. You can fight however you want and many times players had lost their lives in it. As the whistle blowed the man charged towards Joaquin like he was waiting for this moment for years while he was standing at his place firmly. "Falcon! Falcon! Falcon!" loud voice of cheering for that man started echoing in the ring. In the fighting no one tells their real name but they have assigned their nick names by which they will be addressed due to keeping their privacy.

“You may not believe it, but fighting in that ring was how I got the capital to start my club.” I twist to look at him. “You… fought?” He nods. “I did.” “You must’ve fought a lot to save that much.” “It wasn't just about the money. I love taking punches.” I don't have time to react to that before a bell rings. Two new fighters enter the ring. One is bald, lean, with a long scar down the side of his jaw. The other is thicker, broader. The crowd leans in closer, like wolves scenting fresh meat.

For whatever reason, I'm feeling a little on edge and need to work off the steam building up inside of me. I have no idea why I'm feeling antsy and a little out of sorts. Maybe it's the humid weather or, more than likely, the fact that I haven't gotten laid in almost four months. Danny spins and kicks out, but I lift my hand and block the move. The club encourages every type of fighting from boxing to mixed martial arts. I've spent years learning all the different moves and techniques, honing my skills to perfection. Lately, however, something has been off, and I can't quite place my finger on it.

He looks at me. “That was today with Zane, but he ran after I tried.” “I ran because you made me break the damn rules.” He laughs slightly. “Next up to auction off for Children First Society is Emmi’s Club.” I turn, hearing the auctioneer speak, and Dante laughs. “What is that?” I stare at Dante. “It’s a woman’s only fight club. I set it up this week. You might want to fight for it. Don’t you lose it, sugar, or your ass will be worse.” He winks at me.

They allocated me as one of the best fighters of their club and some facilities come in handy with tag. I took a shower to remove sweat and blood from my body. Letting the cold water stumble over my head to calm the effect of adrenaline after a good fight. You may have guessed till now but in case you don't. I'm a ring fighter who fights for money. This is a temporary job though, more like a way to get to my real destination for which I'm determined. I pulled out my duffle bag from my allotted locker and left my room to hit the gym. The whole property is owned by the fight clue. This huge building contains a private bar, lodges, a restaurant, several rings, and last but not least private gym

Ace… My men and I decided to go to the fight tonight. I think a little excitement will do my men good. I know it is an underground fighting club that is illegal. Only the mafia’s and small gangs know about this place. “Are you ready to kick some ass?” Daniel asked as I walked down the stairs. My men were already waiting on me. “Yes, let’s go and see what the fuss about this place is all about.” I have never been to this new underground fight club but from what I heard, it was the place to be.

They had all gathered to discuss yesterdays events. Sorin tiredly plopped himself into grass , his shoulders aching from the fight he had fought yesterday. Since he always wore a mask during the fight , his face didn't get hurt or had any bruises but his body suffered because of that. Often aching and filled with bruises he got from the fists of the fighters aimed right at his bare body. "Did you talk to her?" Elijiah asked. "Yes, I talked to her and I warned her not to open her mouth" Sorin answered.

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.

The door swings open, revealing Dalton and a few others. We step out and head toward the door, leaving the cars behind. Flint has Dalton knock and slide a note through the mail slot. When the door swings back open, it’s packed inside again. Does the fight club operate all the time? Are there really that many people into betting, fighting, and risking it all? Terry steps out from the crowd, but he’s not sporting that cocky grin and vibe he had yesterday. He looks cautious, uncertain. More of Terry’s crew gathers around him, forming a protective barrier.

So in the meantime, I decided to grab a beer or two as I watched the fights. I was actually surprised with how poor the fighters fought. They all appeared to be amateurs, but unpracticed ones at that. Their skills were lacking, to the point I found it rather boring. I would have to talk to Ace about finding better fighters. These guys were nothing but drunk men having a go at each other. I wanted the fight club to be better than this. If Ace couldn't find better fighters, I would shut the place down.