Tyler Durden Fight Novels & Stories

Still in the middle of the fight with Tyrone, Carter yelled angrily, "Just wait, you rude brat! I'll deal with you after I've won this fight!" Seeing that nobody would heed his advice, Chase fell silent while shaking his head with disappointment. Meanwhile, Caleb and Huey were starting to be on edge. This was a fight to the death. Both families had sent out their strongest men. It was either all or nothing. As expected, when Carter and Tyrone exchanged their fifth blow of attacks, Tyrone saw an opening and immediately threw a punch at Carter. Carter cried out in pain as he landed heavily on the ground several meters away.

That is my advantage. He then smiled at Tyler. ''What are you doing here, fish boy?'' ''I... I...'' Aaron laughed. ''Did you forget how to talk?'' Aaron advanced on Tyler, but I stepped between the two. ‘’Move so I can beat him up again.’’ ‘’If you can tell me what started the fight, then I just might.’’ ''What?'' Tyler said in a panic. Aaron and I stared at each other for a while. ''You have ten seconds to leave this house!'' Aaron roared.

Instead, I took a shortcut over the top of a dormant washing housing, launching myself off the metal frame and tackling him directly into a massive rack of heavy winter coats. We hit the floor hard, a cascade of black fabric burying us both. Tyler fought like a feral animal, screaming a raw, discordant sound that was entirely human but terrifyingly vicious. He threw an elbow that caught me square in the jaw, tasting copper immediately. He wasn't trying to beat me; he was frantically scrambling backward on his hands and knees, his back hitting a steel support pillar as he realized he was cornered.

“You maul me a little, I go inside and cry in the bath?” Tyler’s mouth twitched. “You won’t cry.” He took a step closer, close enough that I could see the flecks of darker brown in his gold eyes. “You’re going to fight. Hard. And you’re going to lose again and again until you don’t.” He didn’t give me time to answer. He moved too fast for human eyes, but I’d been watching him long enough to brace. He didn’t hit me with fists; he hooked an arm behind my knee and the other at my shoulder and threw me to the mat.

The group of cowardice bullies immediately ran away. Tyr went over to Tyler and squatted down to examine Tyler’s broken legs as he said, “That boxing match one month ago was collusion between your manager and someone else. There was no debt. He just thought you were too slow in making money so he used this method to exhaust you completely so they could earn a billion dollars!” Tyler stared incredulously at Tyr, his whole body trembling slightly. “Who… are you?” “Someone who can give you another chance at life.” As he spoke, Tyr smacked down hard on Tyler’s broken legs.

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 the fighting records, fighting ge

Sydney Well, good news, Tyler and Dean hadn’t been expelled. Bad news, they were being paraded into the gym like criminals on a Monday morning. Well, at least that was what it was supposed to look like. “Oh my god, is that a plaster on his forehead? Hot.” “I watched those fight videos more times than I blink. Tyler is so fucking strong.” “Gosh, looks like he rested up well. I wonder what else those arms can do.” “Violent and attractive is actually insane.”

he rebuttals, but I’m in no mood to play. No, he will die today. He will die for taking my mate from me. He will die for his sins against his people. And he will die for being one ugly motherfucker. I feel this new found strength run over me, rejuvenating me as I watch him step over Jeremy’s dead body and sprint towards me. I wait until he is close before I slide between his gross legs and claw his back as I stand behind him. Grunting in pain, he turns around swiftly, swinging his abnormally long arms as he tries to slash me. I dodge them and run up his frame, kicking him in his slobbering snout and my body backflips off of him. An audible crack rings out as his jaw breaks, making him

What matters is that one of them is going to be ending this day badly. I watched as they huddled up in the middle, getting ready to beat each other to pulp. One was a brunette while the other was a dirty blonde and like every other guy that street fights, they were wearing short pants that were an inch above their knees with their chests bare. Levy’s focus was also zeroed on the two. The speakers blared, signaling the start of the fight. My eyes were trained at their moves and I had to admit that they were both extremely good fighters.

Tyron was a Tier-3 master fighter and was considered a young genius among the socialites of Yando City, not to mention the fact that he used to train under Lil Mars. An odd expression flashed across Zayn’s face. Tyron was challenging him to a duel, which was as though he was bullying him. He was like a kindergartener pulling out a toy gun to frighten the other children. An odd look appeared on Sienna’s face as well. An idea popped into her mind, and she became even more sly. Tyron was unaware of how formidable Zayn was, but Sienna knew very well. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Tyron was far behind Zayn in terms of combat experience.