He knew that Ripper would be disappointed if he found out Russ was doing this. But he needed some way to burn off the energy. This was the only way that worked. So far, there had been an underground werewolf fight club in every where he'd been. A friend had directed him to this one.
Russ felt the excitement of the night tighten his chest. His temperature was running hot already as he slipped into the warehouse. Many of the others had already gathered. There were roughly fifty werewolves standing around in small groups talking quietly. As if given a signal, they moved into a rough circle. Then they started removing their clothes. If they didn't, they wouldn't have any clothes to go home in. This kind of fighting was bloody and dirty.
He unzipped his jeans and stripped out of them. Folding his clothes, he laid them on top of a crate with his shoes. They would be safe there. No one would dare steal anyone else's belongings here and risk exposure of their little club.
Those that didn't take off their clothes weren't participants. They stood around the circle, eagerly waiting to see who would fight first. Reginald, an elder, stepped into the circle. "Who will be first to prove their worth?" From a battered cowboy hat he drew two slips of paper and squinted at them in the low light of the bare bulbs that illuminated the circle. "First up, Ed Redpony against Darren Eaton."
The two who had been called, stepped into the center of the circle. And began to fight as the others cheered them on.