About 2 years ago I received a phone call inviting me to join a private club in Vallejo, The Underground Fight Club. I was given the address and was told to go to the address and knock on the door. I had never heard of the Underground Fight Club. I decided to have a look.
The next day I went to the address and knocked on the door. A small door was opened, and I was asked to provide identification. Once I provided my ID, I was admitted. I was escorted to a private office and was introduced to a well-dressed man. He explained the rules of the club. The most important was not to disclose the location or anything else about the club. I told him I understood. I then asked, why I was chosen. He told me I was nominated by a member and a background check was completed.
He then showed me around the club. There was a large gym, a ring, a bar and restaurant. The locker-room was spacious with a pool and steam room.
I was also directed to a large caulk board with a few names written on it. The man explained if I ever wanted to fight someone to simply put my name on the board. The most important rule is you must put your name on the board the caulk board at least once a month. The reason for this is the membership is very exclusive and we want everyone to get along. If you think you might want to say something inappropriate or rude, you may want to reconsider. When you name is on the board that member you were rude to may pick you. Or, if that member feels they are not up to the challenge, they can pay another member to fight you. If you refused, you were asked to leave the club and never return. After termination of your membership, you could never speak of the club or pay 1 million dollars
This system assures peace amongst our members. Also, no talking politics I was also told the membership dues were 1000.00 a month which I accepted.
I came the very next day and started training with the Trainer. After a few months, I started sparring and was not bad. I enjoyed the club and went regularly. I made some new friends. But there was no socializing out the club. The club was the club, and the outside was the outside.
One afternoon I had just been training, went for a swim and a spritz. I came back to my private locker and saw a pair of tennis shoes on my seat. I moved them to the floor. A man about 25 said, "why are you touching my shoes?" I told him they were on my seat, I then realized I was at the wrong locker. The man said don't ever touch my shit. I told him I made a mistake and for him to relax. He told me to go fuck myself. I called him a prick and returned to my locker.
Once at my locker, I was thinking, how did this guy get in here? This club you had to make over a million a year. I went to the restaurant and ate a nice lunch. The young man entered the bar and looked at me. I asked the people I was sitting with, who the man was? They explained, that s Dumbar. He owns half of Vallejo. Really nice guy. Keeps to himself. He loves the club.
I finished my meal and walked over to Dunbar. I apologized for the interaction. Dunbar smiled and told me it was not a problem, at the club these things have a way of working out. I shook his hand and walked towards my car. I was thinking all along about Dumbar s comment. How odd.
Last night I was sitting home, and the phone rang. The man who signed me up for the club was on the phone. I had learned his name was Ron. He told me this was my last day to put my name on the board or be suspended. I had put my name on the board every month and had never been picked. I drove to the Club and promptly shrived my name on the board. Your name had to be left on the board for one hour and you had to remain in the club.
I was about 6 steps away from the board and I heard my name called. RICK!!!! It was Dunbar, Rick you have been chosen. I went to the locker room and dressed for the fight. There was a referee and three judges. All Members.
Round one, Dunbar took me to school. JAB JAB. My face was starting to swell. My nose was bleeding.
Round 2 JAB JAB right hand. I countered with a heavy right and staggered him. And folks that is all I remember. I woke up and was lying face up in the middle of the ring with Dunbar standing over me. I looked to my right. I could not believe it. Those damn tennis shoes.
I drove myself to Kaiser. I had a broken nose and a concussion. The Doctor told me no more boxing. I got dressed and returned to fight club. I went into the bar and there was Dunbar. He asked me to join him. He ordered me a drink. He said you see now how the Underground Fight Club works. Everything was settled in that ring. We are still friends. I wish the world could be more like this. We laughed.
The next day I went to the address and knocked on the door. A small door was opened, and I was asked to provide identification. Once I provided my ID, I was admitted. I was escorted to a private office and was introduced to a well-dressed man. He explained the rules of the club. The most important was not to disclose the location or anything else about the club. I told him I understood. I then asked, why I was chosen. He told me I was nominated by a member and a background check was completed.
He then showed me around the club. There was a large gym, a ring, a bar and restaurant. The locker-room was spacious with a pool and steam room.
I was also directed to a large caulk board with a few names written on it. The man explained if I ever wanted to fight someone to simply put my name on the board. The most important rule is you must put your name on the board the caulk board at least once a month. The reason for this is the membership is very exclusive and we want everyone to get along. If you think you might want to say something inappropriate or rude, you may want to reconsider. When you name is on the board that member you were rude to may pick you. Or, if that member feels they are not up to the challenge, they can pay another member to fight you. If you refused, you were asked to leave the club and never return. After termination of your membership, you could never speak of the club or pay 1 million dollars
This system assures peace amongst our members. Also, no talking politics I was also told the membership dues were 1000.00 a month which I accepted.
I came the very next day and started training with the Trainer. After a few months, I started sparring and was not bad. I enjoyed the club and went regularly. I made some new friends. But there was no socializing out the club. The club was the club, and the outside was the outside.
One afternoon I had just been training, went for a swim and a spritz. I came back to my private locker and saw a pair of tennis shoes on my seat. I moved them to the floor. A man about 25 said, "why are you touching my shoes?" I told him they were on my seat, I then realized I was at the wrong locker. The man said don't ever touch my shit. I told him I made a mistake and for him to relax. He told me to go fuck myself. I called him a prick and returned to my locker.
Once at my locker, I was thinking, how did this guy get in here? This club you had to make over a million a year. I went to the restaurant and ate a nice lunch. The young man entered the bar and looked at me. I asked the people I was sitting with, who the man was? They explained, that s Dumbar. He owns half of Vallejo. Really nice guy. Keeps to himself. He loves the club.
I finished my meal and walked over to Dunbar. I apologized for the interaction. Dunbar smiled and told me it was not a problem, at the club these things have a way of working out. I shook his hand and walked towards my car. I was thinking all along about Dumbar s comment. How odd.
Last night I was sitting home, and the phone rang. The man who signed me up for the club was on the phone. I had learned his name was Ron. He told me this was my last day to put my name on the board or be suspended. I had put my name on the board every month and had never been picked. I drove to the Club and promptly shrived my name on the board. Your name had to be left on the board for one hour and you had to remain in the club.
I was about 6 steps away from the board and I heard my name called. RICK!!!! It was Dunbar, Rick you have been chosen. I went to the locker room and dressed for the fight. There was a referee and three judges. All Members.
Round one, Dunbar took me to school. JAB JAB. My face was starting to swell. My nose was bleeding.
Round 2 JAB JAB right hand. I countered with a heavy right and staggered him. And folks that is all I remember. I woke up and was lying face up in the middle of the ring with Dunbar standing over me. I looked to my right. I could not believe it. Those damn tennis shoes.
I drove myself to Kaiser. I had a broken nose and a concussion. The Doctor told me no more boxing. I got dressed and returned to fight club. I went into the bar and there was Dunbar. He asked me to join him. He ordered me a drink. He said you see now how the Underground Fight Club works. Everything was settled in that ring. We are still friends. I wish the world could be more like this. We laughed.
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