Jack Gilinsky Imagine Fight Novels & Stories

We usually fight Ashley and Zinnia or Juniors who are trying to get promoted to Warrior. We tried to fight Reggie and his wolf, Crusher, but Reggie couldn’t bring himself to take a swing at me, so he forfeited. We have grappled with Milo and Ghost before, but they beat us after catching me in a headlock. I’m pretty sure we could beat them now that my back doesn’t constantly hurt, but Justice doesn’t want to bruise his ego. Bronx and Saint destroyed us in minutes. I’m not trying to get that ticket punched again.

Chief Lamlord was deep into his sleep that he hadn't noticed anything. Jackson put on his glove as he stared at Chief Lamlord. He was happy that he had finally gotten his prey at his hands. Jackson stared at the picture lying beside Chief Lamlord. It was his mom's face in the picture. “Mum?”. Jackson said as he drew nearer to the picture. At that point he got confused. “What on earth is Chief Lamlord doing with his mom's picture”. He thought as he picked up the picture. As much as he wanted to kill the Chief Lamlord,he wanted to know what he had got to do with his dead mum.

Adam saw Nick’s genuine terror and his hard blue eyes softened. “Nick, this is not going to be anything like Shelley, I promise you. We’re going in there to get Mia, we’re not waiting for anyone. OK? That isn’t even up for debate. But before we go charging in, we need to know how many there are.” “God, Adam." Nick shook his head, gestured at their muscular physiques, toned and tight from years of professional fighting. “We can each take five easily.” “And if they have guns?”

Angered by Kaze’s words, the fighter charged toward Kaze. Kaze sat on the single-seater sofa without moving. He looked rather calm. “Show-off!” The fighter grew livid and sprung to kick Kaze in the face. “You’re asking for it!” A figure jumped out and stood before Kaze. It was Jackal. Being in the direct line of the attack, Jackal lifted his leg and countered with a powerful kick. Wham! Their kicks met with a loud smack. “Ugh!” Hunter’s fighter collapsed with a cry. He crashed to the ground, his thigh bone crushed.

He's a good liar. Jax pulled back the microphone. "So, nothing is going on between you two?" He asked. "No." Liam and I both said at the same time. Some of the guys started whistling and yelling for me. Jessie P.O.V. I was hiding in the fight club with the guys. We all wore jeans with hoods or hats to cover our faces. We stood in the back. I looked up when the guy in charge announced that a girl was trying to become their newest fighter. My eyes literally popped out of my head when I saw Julie in the cage with a guy that could eat her whole.

I want a partner, an equal, someone who won’t think he’s better than me just because he’s male. It was another day of training when Lucas decided to pair us up against each other. He wanted to see what we had in a real fight. Me? I don’t have fancy techniques or flashy moves. I fight to win. Plain and simple. If I have to beat someone’s ass to do it, so be it.

he grinned “I was thinking we do some knife throwing, and combat” “You want me to punch you” I grinned. “I would like you to try punch me” He winked. “I might get the other guys in on it too, as we all have different fighting styles so it will be good practice for you” “Even Jack?” “Jack is a very skilled fighter, I am sure he will help. Just don’t expect to beat him, as none of us can beat him in a fight” “Who can’t you beat in a fight?” Jack asked finally putting his phone away and coming over to join us.

Marco ordered Jazzy to stand up. He stood tall. Several times Jazzy tried to stand up but fell back down. Her knees felt like jelly. Her face is covered with sweat and dirt. If the man in front of her could be fooled, she would pretend to be fainting earlier. The man in front of her is tireless, not even a drop of sweat could be seen on his face and body. "Attack me!" Marco's orders. "Hah?" "Hit, kick... Whatever .. Fight me!"

Joshua's tall frame lurched hard, his vision going dark for a split second. Elijah's eyes were bloodshot, hatred tearing through him. "You can insult me all you want. I don't care. But you ruined the gift Win gave me! For that, I'll fight you to the end!" Joshua lifted his tense jaw and calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He then swung back and smashed a heavier punch into Elijah. The two impeccably dressed men stripped away the last layer of civility, fighting openly in front of everyone. Joshua had trained in combat and kickboxing, so Elijah started losing ground.

We do not have to win, actually we are not expected to… but we have to prove our worth and out smarts in a fight. The ginger is called first. He steps into the ring, and his opponent, a massive second-year student with a jagged scar across his nose, steps forward. The fight is brutal, short, and one-sided. The ginger has power, but the second-year has technique. He uses the boy's own momentum against him, tripping, sidestepping, landing sharp, precise blows. The ginger goes down, gasping, a foot pressed to his throat. The crowd roars its approval.