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The
rules
end
,
and
I
'm
still
standing
in
the
center
of
the
light
.
"
Registered
fight
number
one
,
take
the
floor
,
"
yells
the
voice
out
of
the
darkness
.
"
Clear
the
center
of
the
club
.
"
I
do
n't
move
.
"
Clear
the
center
of
the
club
!
"
I
do
n't
move
.
The
one
light
reflects
out
of
the
darkness
in
one
hundred
pairs
of
eyes
,
all
of
them
focused
on
me
,
waiting
.
I
try
to
see
each
man
the
way
Tyler
would
see
him
.
Choose
the
best
fighters
for
training
in
Project
Mayhem
.
Which
ones
would
Tyler
invite
to
work
at
the
Paper
Street
Soap
Company
?
"
Clear
the
center
of
the
club
!
"
This
is
established
fight
club
procedure
.
After
three
requests
from
the
chapter
leader
,
I
will
be
ejected
from
the
club
.
But
I
'm
Tyler
Durden
.
I
invented
fight
club
.
Fight
club
is
mine
.
I
wrote
those
rules
.
None
of
you
would
be
here
if
it
was
n't
for
me
.
And
I
say
it
stops
here
!
"
Prepare
to
evict
the
member
in
three
,
two
,
one
.
"
The
circle
of
men
collapses
in
on
top
of
me
,
and
two
hundred
hands
clamp
around
every
inch
of
my
arms
and
legs
and
I
'm
lifted
spreadeagle
toward
the
light
.
