Reality Fights Novels & Stories

my mom replied and I shook my head sideways like she could see me. “No, no, it’s fine. Really. We have food, money, no adults to supervise us and we’re dropping by the supermarket to grab some whiskey on our way back home. Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!” “No supermarket will sell alcohol to you. You’re eighteen.” “I have a fake ID,” I replied and Dia and Abigail shot me a look that said ‘really?’ while mom let out an exasperated sigh.

“Right so, if you win, you can either cash out or use some of the winnings to go again. They’ll keep track and you can cash out anytime. They won’t let you go into the negatives though so if you lose, you’ll have to buy back in. Fights start at 11. You can use the floor to practice until then if you want. Spectators and fighters should start filtering in soon enough.” I go over to a rack of jump ropes over on one of the walls. I jump for a little while, watching people start to come down. It’s obvious, for the most part, based on what everyone is wearing who the spectators are. Fighters begin pairing off in the practice rings as people watch them, deciding who to bet on. The screens all arou

She was saying but I interrupted her. " On come on Maurvi... I know you said that you don't want to tell them about us, but it is ok, they are your friends. We must not hide it from them. Trust me it is ok. " I smiled at her and placed my arm around her shoulder. Both Prachi and Naman were shocked by what I just said. " Listen, you, just stay away from her or I will rip your hand off your body. Let me tell you that I have been a boxing champion during my college days. So don't mess with us. " I threatened Naman and then smiled at Prachi.

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

He pinned her to a tree “Do not move, I won’t take too long.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed. He looked at her more sternly and she shrugged and nodded. He ran in the direction of the oncoming men. She watched his accurate movements, the three of them circled him and attacked. He ducked when a punch came, and moved sideways to avoid the jab of a knife. Xavier pulled out his sword and slit a throat. He wiped some blood from his face, he faced the remaining two.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

"Don't gamble with your life just because you're pissed at Kevin! Get rid of that thing from God knows where, now!" I looked at the screen full of warnings and replied, "You're overthinking it. I didn't fight him. Am I the type to vent with violence?" The typing indicator on her end paused for a long time before a new message popped up: "Then how, exactly, did you blow off steam last night?" I replied nonchalantly, "Let's just say... the most primal way." We both fell silent. The underground fight club was a meat grinder with no rules. It was filled with undocumented people with nowhere else to go and abandoned kids who'd been sold off.

Skye asked in a whisper. There was a cage-looking fight ring in the middle of the room. Before I could answer her question, Skye whispered again, so I waited for her to finish her words before I replied. “I have seen something like this in a movie scene. Don’t tell me these kinds of death fights really exist in real life?” she asked with disbelief and horror. “You’re actually right,” I answered gently. “This kind of fight only ends when one of the fighters dies….” I said while cautiously and discreetly observing our surroundings.

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.

I kicked off my high-heeled black leather boots and walked down the hall into the open floor plan living room. I usually sat at the kitchen island, but today I sank onto the couch instead. I needed the comfort of the soft pillows and a warm blanket. I pulled the file from my bag, set it on the coffee table, placed the latte beside it, and opened my laptop. I had about thirty minutes before my next session, so I opened my browser. The search results stared back at me. Fight records, interviews, and the occasional glossy photo where Alexander looked more model than fighter. But tucked between the polished headlines were the rumors of uncontrolled matches, threads whispering about “cash fights”