What happened was something that neither I or my friend would ever think of happening. What had happened was we were accepted into Fight Club. We were both standing there, the only girls, even though this was an orginization who could beat the shit out of you, I knew we could take it.
"Alright. The first rule about fight club is, you do not talk about fight club. The second rule about fight club is, you DO NOT talk about fight club. The third rule about fight club is, if someone says stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. The fourth rule about fight club is, there are two guys in a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time. Sixth, no shirts, no shoes, ladies, that means you too." Tyler said, looking towards us, I nodded understanding. "Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. The eighth and final rule is, if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight." He smiled, looking at me. I raised an eyebrow, smirking, oh I'm taking down some men tonight. "You. Girl. Get out here." He said, pointing to me, I nodded, kicking my shoes off, and throwing my shirt on the ground. Walking over to him. "I'll give you the niceness of right now to choose who you will fight." He said, I smiled, looking around at all the victims. I came across this cute, soft faced, blonde haired guy.
"Him." I pointed directly at him.
"Angel Face." Tyler said, he stepped forward, throwing his shirt off and kicking his shoes off.
"Don't go easy on me."
"Don't worry. I wont." He said, then it was time for the fight. He came directly at me, I ducked down, grabbing his legs and throwing him down. People started cheering as he got up, kicking me, I stumbled backwards, running at him, he thought I was going to kick him so he jumped up, I punched him in the stomach. He instantly fell to the ground. I jumped on him, punching his face a few times, making sure not to mess the pretty thing up, he then pushed me off, jumping up and kicking me in the boob, let me just say, ow. I then swung around, bringing my leg up, kicking him right in the side of the head. He stood there for a minute, we were both bleeding. He then grabbed my arm, and started twisting it, I screamed out in pain before taking my other hand and punching him in the throat, but not too hard so he was still alive. He coughed. "Stop." He choked, Tyler came over to me, raising my arm up.
"A girl is a winner!" He cheered. My fight was done for the night, I also saved 'Angel Face' from having to fight again. As Bri threw my shoes to me I grabbed my shirt, pulling them both on. Angel Face came over to me with his stuff, as he was wiping his face on his shirt, he glanced at me, holding it to me, I looked at him.
"Your face is bloody." He said, I laughed, taking his shirt, wiping my blood on it.
"Anytime. You're tough..."
"For a girl?" I finished for him, he snickered.
"I guess, if you want to say that." He said, pulling his shirt on.
"You fight good too." He smiled at me, I looked to the ring and Bri was fighting Tyler. I didn't know how this would end, I hope he didn't hurt her too bad, sure she's in this too, but I'm definitely the strength of us.
The end of the fight club for the night, I always hated leaving, but so happy about coming back the next night, it's like a drug to me now.
"Girls, stay." Tyler demanded.
"Fight ya tomorrow." Angel Face told me. I smirked at him.
"Beat ya again."
"It's a date." He smiled walking up the stairs, I furrowed my eyebrows, that man is so strange and mysterious. I then looked to Tyler, who was bleeding pretty bad, but then again, so was Bri. I wasn't paying attention to who won.
"You two. Have to come to my house for initiation." He said, I raised my eyebrows curiously.
"Initiation?" I asked, he nodded. "So, with that do I get a cool code name like 'angel face'?" I asked.
"Not his nick name, Kitten." He said, but I knew, that's not his real name. I rolled my eyes.
"What exactly is initiation?" Bri asked.
"Well, you'll have to see." Tyler said and we started our walk to his house.
The walk was kinda awkward. It was really quiet, except for the grunting Tyler kept doing everytime we'd make a noise. Dude's got no temper. We walked into his house, there was a lot of people there, strange. They were all cheering at what was on the television. I glanced into the living room, seeing if I knew anyone.
"Kitten." Tyler snapped, I looked at him immediately, not having a chance to see anyone. "It's not nice to snoop." He said, I shrugged.
"You brought a girl into your house, I have every reason to be curious." He then brought us into the kitchen, kicking out whoever was in there. Bri gulped.
"Like I asked before, what's initiation?" Bri asked again.
"Well, initiation is where I take kitten's pretty little paw here," Tyler said, taking my hand, he kissed the top of it before still holding onto my hand, laying both ours down on a table. He threw this white stuff on it, it burned like hell. I started screaming bloody murder, was definitely not expecting that. "ALL OF YOU OUT! NOTHING TO SEE!" Tyler shouted over my screams. I tried pulling my hand out of his grip, not working. "Kitten, you can either keep trying to get out of my grip and make the pain worse, or you can wait it out and pour vinegar on it to stop the burning." By then I was crying my eyes out, wishing it would stop, initiation sucks. I waited it out though, he poured the gross smelling liquid on my hand, letting go, I pulled my hand away from him, breathing heavily.
"What the fuck was that for!?"
"That's your initiation, Kitten. Now go in there with your fellow fighters." He said, pointing to the living room.
"My name isn't Kitten!" I protested.
"It is now." When he said this it set me off. I walked fast to the living room. Looking around, I noticed a couple of faces, no one too familiar.