New Origins

Imagine yourself sitting at a bar enjoying your drink. A big biker thug walks in, guns hot and heavy with lead. We have all seen this in the movies but wait there is more. Behind him comes a little tike about half his weight and a foot shorter. He comes and plops down right next to you. You look over at him and he looks like the type of person you find sitting in a 4x4 office all day looking up sports scores and fantasizing about killing his boss. He looks at you and politely says "Hello." You think to yourself 'Did he just talk to me?' You two go on to have a long conversation and at the end you realize that this little man is nothing more than a competitor waiting for a break. Guess who gets to give it to him. You. You offer him the way out but you make one request; you have to punch him in the face as hard as you can. He oddly agrees but he doesn't want to do it in front of the crowd so you comply to take it outside. He slugs you in the face and you feel your jaw go through your head. He asks if you are alright. Thinking to yourself 'Did he really just ask if I was alright? Does he not think I can take a hit from a powderpuff?' "My turn!" you scream at the top of your lungs before hitting him so hard with a right hook that he falls down so hard the car alarm starts blaring. Think about what has just happened. You and another man you just met had found a way to escape the real world of dying and pain. You have found a safe-haven in modern day fighting. This would continue for about a week. That is until you two start to form a crowd and decide to take it inside. What you two created is not a normal everyday club meeting. It's a nonprofit organization called Fight Club. Congratulations! Now start making your rules but remember, the first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club.