Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Night
"Right," Tyler said, once most of the fighters seemed to be there. "I don't know where Ghanima went. Maybe she has some chick thing I don't want to know about."
Yes, Tyler, that was exactly what you wanted to say about a woman who could kick your ass. Especially when she had relatives who came to Fight Club and could also kick your ass.
"Anyhow, you're stuck with me. Rejoice. Um, matches today are -- blondie, fight dark hair. Other blondie, you're with him. Third blondie, with her." He paused to draw his breath and look the crowd over. "Anakin with Steve, the Mayor with him, and Rose with the green girl. Everyone else, you're on your own."
A beat. "We need to figure out if we'll do this thing Thanksgiving weekend or not. I'll be here. If you have any brilliant thoughts, stop by and let me know."
Yes, Tyler, that was exactly what you wanted to say about a woman who could kick your ass. Especially when she had relatives who came to Fight Club and could also kick your ass.
"Anyhow, you're stuck with me. Rejoice. Um, matches today are -- blondie, fight dark hair. Other blondie, you're with him. Third blondie, with her." He paused to draw his breath and look the crowd over. "Anakin with Steve, the Mayor with him, and Rose with the green girl. Everyone else, you're on your own."
A beat. "We need to figure out if we'll do this thing Thanksgiving weekend or not. I'll be here. If you have any brilliant thoughts, stop by and let me know."