Douglas Lee
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OOC: Looking for one woman, as usual, but here's the basic layout of my little story.
We all know the movie, some know the book, but do you know the story not told? This is the story of the man Tyler Durden appointed to run his San Fransisco fight club and, eventually, Project Mayhem, as well. This is the story of Bradbury "Brad" Durst.
A wave of hatred ran through Brad Durst's veins as he swung at the skinny, scrawny kid of twenty standing before him. He had already blacked one of the lad's bright-blue eyes and was working on knocking the feisty little shit out of the fight altogether; should have been easy, since it was the kid, Danny Furlong's, first fight. But he was giving Brad a run for his money, that was for sure.
"Come on, kiddo," panted Brad, feinting a left.
Danny gave him a right to the jaw and he fell back into the ring of fellow fighters onlooking and was pushed back into the fight.
"Weak as piss," muttered Brad through a swollen, formerly square, jaw.
Danny smiled, backing up, waiting. He spat a tooth.
"I might need a dentist after this fight, but you're gonna need a surgeon," he whispered through a lisp from a swollen lip.
Brad narrowed his eyes, giving a few test punches to Danny's rock-hard abdomen, catching a left to his ear and then gave a straight right to Danny's face.
The kid staggered.
"Everything okay?" asked Him, standing in the shadows.
"Yes, Mr. Durden," whispered Danny reverently. "I can keep fighting, for you sir."
The kid stumbled back into the fight, even though he was obviously having trouble breathing.
"You don't scare me," he whispered, standing like the Rock of Gibraltar, waiting for the last punch.
Brad swung.
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He woke up in the hospital, same ward as Danny, next door to Danny's bed in fact.
A pretty nurse was leaning over across the room, showing that she wasn't wearing panties.
Brad smiled a smile that was two teeth less than it had been the day before the fight.
We all know the movie, some know the book, but do you know the story not told? This is the story of the man Tyler Durden appointed to run his San Fransisco fight club and, eventually, Project Mayhem, as well. This is the story of Bradbury "Brad" Durst.
A wave of hatred ran through Brad Durst's veins as he swung at the skinny, scrawny kid of twenty standing before him. He had already blacked one of the lad's bright-blue eyes and was working on knocking the feisty little shit out of the fight altogether; should have been easy, since it was the kid, Danny Furlong's, first fight. But he was giving Brad a run for his money, that was for sure.
"Come on, kiddo," panted Brad, feinting a left.
Danny gave him a right to the jaw and he fell back into the ring of fellow fighters onlooking and was pushed back into the fight.
"Weak as piss," muttered Brad through a swollen, formerly square, jaw.
Danny smiled, backing up, waiting. He spat a tooth.
"I might need a dentist after this fight, but you're gonna need a surgeon," he whispered through a lisp from a swollen lip.
Brad narrowed his eyes, giving a few test punches to Danny's rock-hard abdomen, catching a left to his ear and then gave a straight right to Danny's face.
The kid staggered.
"Everything okay?" asked Him, standing in the shadows.
"Yes, Mr. Durden," whispered Danny reverently. "I can keep fighting, for you sir."
The kid stumbled back into the fight, even though he was obviously having trouble breathing.
"You don't scare me," he whispered, standing like the Rock of Gibraltar, waiting for the last punch.
Brad swung.
============
He woke up in the hospital, same ward as Danny, next door to Danny's bed in fact.
A pretty nurse was leaning over across the room, showing that she wasn't wearing panties.
Brad smiled a smile that was two teeth less than it had been the day before the fight.
