It was a normal Sunday night at fight club. Tyler stood topless in the center of the basement hall where the fights were held. There was a smell of dampness and male sweat. It was dark. Only a small light bulb above Tyler's head illuminated the room. Tyler looked around, took a deep breath and began to speak. The first rule of fight club is... He didn’t have time to finish his sentence when he heard the creak of the front door. A crowd of men, just like Tyler, turned to this sound.