Thomas took a deep sigh and stepped out of his dad's rusted car. It was about time for him to but his own car but he did not have the time or the money. Thomas slammed the door and looked across the parking lot. On the other side of the parking lot was his life on Saturday nights. This was neo fight club. Thomas started across the lot to the old warehouse on the other side. The air was cold this night and Thomas did not bring his jacket. It did not matter.
Thomas had just gotten out of high school a week or two ago. He could not find a job so he started fighting. Fighting always took his mind off his dad. His dad's words rang in his head. "Get a job son". This pissed Thomas off badly. He was at the warehouse door now. There was a door watcher tonight. The door watcher was a tall white man most likely a new member. He tried to pass him but was stopped.
Hay kid! The watcher slapped his hand out over the door blocking it. This reminded Thomas of his dad. The watcher was starting to get in his face. You look a bit young kid! Thomas snapped… His fist tightened and rolled into a ball. All the watcher remembered was Thomas's fist braking his nose. The poor man slammed aside the door banging his head and fell to the ground. Thomas smiled
The watcher let out a low grunt as he kicked in pain beside the door. Stupid fool Just before he opened the door Thomas looked down at his hand. Some of the mans blood dripped off his finger and onto his t-shirt. My dad's gona kill me now. Thomas opened the door and stepped inside.
I He could smell the smell of human blood in the air. The short fight outside had pumped him up. The inside of the warehouse was filled and flooding with the sounds and cheers of all the members. In the center of the room was the spot the fighting took place. Thomas smiled once more as he looked over the mass crowd in the center of the room.
I call next fight! Thomas slowly pulled off his black army boots and white t-shirt. Now he was ready to face the world. He kicked his items to the side. He moved forward. Thomas stood waiting for his challenger. Suddenly someone stepped out of the crowd. It was his dad! Thomas stood in shock but still ready to fight. This was ironic. Thomas was not a sympathetic person one bit. Thomas rushed forward fist ready. The sounds of cracking bones and body hits filled the room…