FIST CLUB: WHERE BRUISES BECOME BADGES

This ain't your momma's book club. We don't assemble to debate poetry. Here, the pages are replaced with skin, and the words are etched in sweat. We clash for the glory of it. Every scar is a trophy, a testament to the strength we possess. Rule number one: You don't talk about Fist Club. This isn't a gym, it's a crucible where we forge ourselves