Fight Club

It was a dark any stormy night...

Yeah that would have been a better opening or at least a more believeable introduction.

This is my second time at Fight Club.

But at Fight club it always feels like your first time.

I can't stop thinking about how Right the man in the middle was. About life, coming back to whats real. And all i needed was to get hit and hit someone back, i think it opened up a primal instinct. Something i had buried way back with cars, clothes and women.

I have never been alive, not until my First time at Fight Club.

And like i Said it's always your first time at Fight Club.

Oh i'm sorry i haven't introduced myself or this setting. My apologies really.

But i Guess my name really doesn't matter now, all that matters is my opponent and weither or not i can win.

The setting i suppose doesn't matter either, but we are inside a basement. It's kind of dark down here.

And i guess your wondering a bit about my backround as well. but i guess that doesn't matter much either.

I'm just your average Man chasing the dream, jobs, promotion, a house and lot's of money.

But I'm starting to think, maybe that doesn't matter anymore.

I just want to live in this moment and hit and be hit.

My maximum point of power is now.

I look around and can see other guys to my left and right. Some i know and some i don't.

My choice and I'm finally living with what i want to do.

I want to live, I want to fight.

Some of the lights are turning off, there appears to be about 25 guys here. 10 more than last week.

I'm starting to get pumped up now, all i can here is voices, murmurs and other guys getting ready.

I breath deep with anticipation.

The middle man comes back and takes the Floor.

I think his name is Tyler.

He tells us to yell out in Unison.

And we do as we are told.

All the lights are out now.

We quiet down.

He tells us to yell again.

And we do.

Adrealine pumps threw me, like never before.

I am alive, burning with power.

He points in my direction.

He wants to fight me.

I take of my shirt and shoes.

My maximum point of power is now.

I am free.

It feels just like it did the first time.

Oh i need a bad guy, a good story has a bad guy....

Me i suppose.