
I don't think there's a simple explanation for what pushes people to gather and ruthlessly brawl like something out of MadMax's Thunderdome. But I do like Tyler Durden's insightfully shrewd monologue in Fight Club: "We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
In LA, they must be very, very pissed off. And that all comes to boiling point twice a year at a fight club created by the Dog Brothers where combatants from all over meet up to kick, bite, elbow and draw blood from their opponents.
Their credo says it all really:
"No judges, no referees, no trophies. One rule only: Be friends at the end of the day. This means our goal is that no one spends the night in the hospital. Our goal is that everyone leaves with the IQ with which they came."
So if anyone's in the mood for destroying something ''beautiful'' (like a pretty boy's face) you know where to go now.
(credit: Reuters)