FIGHT CLUB - EDITION 2: BACK WITH MORE SHIRTLESS MEN AND HOT FIGHTING
WHO: RAIVIS OUR AWESOME HOST!, Conner, Vash, Moon, Logan, Lenna, Kim, Gilbert and Elizaveta
WHEN: Sunday, Dec. 20, really late at night and into the next morning
WHERE: A SECRET LOCATION a creepy old warehouse place
WHAT: MOTHER FUCKING FIGHT CLUB BEETCHES; LET'S DO THIS!
After hearing various rumors about this supposed 'Fight Club' and deciding it wasn't worth it to pay for a massage every so often Conner had decided to get to the bottom of this. Bar fights were fun but you could get in trouble from those. The rumors he heard were of simple rules, a no death policy and no weapon tricks. So, for the last few months he'd been threatening and bribing the more surly fighters he knew for information. Most of them were tight lipped - until they got more than a few drinks in them that was. So with the promise of free drinks for two weeks he'd managed to convince one of the guys to take him to the next meet up, which was tonight.
He got out of the man's car, brow raised at the dimly lit warehouse they had stopped in front of. "I swear ta Jaysus Bert, if yer lyin' ta me I'll bust yer knees out n' break yer arm," Conner growled. He shoved past the man and stalked towards it, pushing his way inside and keeping to the edge of the crowd. It seemed like a good turn out for a secret fighting ring and that was all the better.
Tonight, someone would go home with a broken nose - and that's if they were lucky.
WHEN: Sunday, Dec. 20, really late at night and into the next morning
WHERE: A SECRET LOCATION a creepy old warehouse place
WHAT: MOTHER FUCKING FIGHT CLUB BEETCHES; LET'S DO THIS!
After hearing various rumors about this supposed 'Fight Club' and deciding it wasn't worth it to pay for a massage every so often Conner had decided to get to the bottom of this. Bar fights were fun but you could get in trouble from those. The rumors he heard were of simple rules, a no death policy and no weapon tricks. So, for the last few months he'd been threatening and bribing the more surly fighters he knew for information. Most of them were tight lipped - until they got more than a few drinks in them that was. So with the promise of free drinks for two weeks he'd managed to convince one of the guys to take him to the next meet up, which was tonight.
He got out of the man's car, brow raised at the dimly lit warehouse they had stopped in front of. "I swear ta Jaysus Bert, if yer lyin' ta me I'll bust yer knees out n' break yer arm," Conner growled. He shoved past the man and stalked towards it, pushing his way inside and keeping to the edge of the crowd. It seemed like a good turn out for a secret fighting ring and that was all the better.
Tonight, someone would go home with a broken nose - and that's if they were lucky.