Gatsby Fan Fiction

    All the lights, all the people, all the voices. I started getting overwhelmed, and was missing the feeling of my warm, cozy bed. My senses were being overloaded, and I didn't know what to do. Only then was it the begging screech of a woman, "stop, please don't stop it!", she yelled. As I made my way over to the area where the noise was coming from, I wasn't the only one that had been shocked. There was a heated argument happening, and one of the men were none other than lightweight boxer Connor McGregor. He had been in New York for a blockbuster fight, and after winning he decided to hit town an celebrate. In search of life and fun, he was directed to the magically Gatsby's where the parties were described as wonderful. As he arrived, Connor began to talk to a beautiful woman he had spotted at the party, the only problem; she was married, and her name was Daisy Buchanan. As Tom made his way over to his mistress, he began calling her degrading, and derogatory names, belittling her. This was something Connor was not a fan of, and with no hesitation, he pushed Tom back, "watch what you say to this lady", he added. Stepping forward taken aback, Tom replied "this lady is my wife, believe it or not the way she's been talking to you. I will speak to her how ever I like, especially with the way she treats me. I cannot believe she is talking to a disgusting man such as yourself, be ashamed Dais-", and before he could finish his sentence, Conner had sent a right fist flying through Tom's face, before pouncing on him and adding a couple more. It took a flock of men to pull Connor off of Tom's unresponsive body, and he was then escorted out of the Gatsby residence by his security guards.

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