Fite Clubs

Okay bear with me for a second, but I have to tell you about this and it is awesome.

So you know Fite Yer Mates? Imagine that but without the stupid hoohah we had over everyone dying and whatnot. In fact, no dying. And it's way easier to apply and get in and punch someone until they beg for mercy. Okay it costs $50 a month but I'm rich, the amount of fucks I give is pretty close to zero.

Fite Clubs are amazing. You have to check to see if they're Zoofights approved ones, though, because apparently you can get some weird shady back-alley deals and before you know it you're cage-fighting with a giant crab. Or so I heard. Anyway, I didn't fall into that trap and got a very nice half-stretch-lizard dude called Marco, who runs a decent place and doesn't let the Fites get out of hand, unlike SOMEONE I know. :P

So you go in, sit down, have a drink and chat, and then you can get up and beat the snot out of someone. The big rule differences are that you can't kill a dude, and if they tap out, they lose and you have to stop hitting them. There's a few other rules, but the other big one is "no stupid mismatches." So I can't fight Marco because he's way stronger than me, but I've fought a few ex-soldiers and cons and even some bounty hunter dude. My win/loss ratio is almost even - sometimes i have good days, sometimes I have bad. It's not... quite... THERE though. Argh!

This kind of means I come home with bruises and cuts sometimes. Thankfully the neighbours know exactly where they live and don't think I'm beaing beaten or whatever, although I can kind of understand if they did considering the brick shithouse I'm married too. But being beaten up and healing half the time does suck a bit. I'm sore often, and parts of my body are various wonderful colours. But it's worth it, and if I can't patch myself up I have guess who to help me.

I'll talk more about the fite clubs later. Made tons of friends there, though. They're a crazy bunch - I'll tell you more about them when I get around to it. :)