Boxer Novels & Stories

He pulled it out and a velvet curtain of black ichor poured out of the puncture wound. With another, louder roar, he snapped off the spike. Blood (I’m guessing that’s what it was since it was blue and thin as water) spouted in a fountain, spraying wildly as Comfort roared in return. Cheng had fallen to the ground and stayed there. Mandy screamed for him to get up. In a movie, the boxer hits the mat and is seemingly out for the count until a loved one (a child, a wife, a trainer in a porkpie hat) begs him to get back on his feet. And they do. Then they go on to win the fight, somehow.

I said, taking another punch. “Let's take a break kid, I’m tired just lookin’ at ya. You got a name,” he asked. “It’s been Austin but I was recently informed it's Aleksey. Still waiting to meet the boss though,” I said, taking off my boxing gloves. “Aleksey? Like that pit bull they shot a while back,” he said, shaking his head. “Something like that I guess. Let’s get some grub,” I said, dropping the gloves and smoothing back my hair.

I opened it and gulped it down. Guy: I've been watching you, you're good at boxing. From the way you handled the punching bag I could tell Me: thanks I covered the bottle and dropped it Guy: by the way I'm Roque Me: I'm Dan We shook hands Roque : it's nice meeting you Me: same here Roque: so are you American? I shook my head and punched the bag Me: I'm.. Asian! I punched the bottom of the bag and pushed it. It came waging back and we dodged

Brown took advantage of Jay-B's pause to speak up. "In short, The fun is just starting!" Both opponents rushed at each other just then. Boxer threw a punch. Wolfe blocked and threw his. Boxer, instead of blocking, threw another punch with his other hand. He was taking a gamble, relying on his superior 'fist power'. Both fists hit their targets right in the face. Wolfe staggered backwards from the impact while Boxer merely took a step backwards to steady himself before taking three steps forward and kicked at Wolfe's mid-riff, sending Wolfe back to the floor once again.

He did not attempt to dodge but braced Zayn’s fist with his chest instead. As a professional boxer, he was trained in combat and defense specifically. He would not be injured even if he was punched in the chest by another professional boxer, what more a weak Rheasian. Alas, he underestimated Zayn’s power! The punch landed right on Kenneth’s sturdy chest. A thud was heard as Kenneth’s body that weighed over 100 kilograms stumbled and slammed heavily onto the chain-linked metal fence behind him ferociously. On the other hand, Kenneth’s originally arrogant expression turned into agony and shock.

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

She then slid the door open and backed up. "We have this big boy on some medications. It's like a Xanax. It helps him to stay calm and not potentially injure one of us." I could feel the goosebumps crawling up my arms, but they only intensified when the huge black wolf ducked under the already tall door. His eyes were on me. The only thing between me and the beast was a thin sheet of fencing. He didn't eat, he just watched me. My every movement he reacted. Each breath I took his ears would move. I shuffled and he jumped a little bit.

I must have twisted it while running for my poor life. "Oh Goodness" Mark exclaimed. I was surprised. No f words?. So Americans who didn't use swear words existed (I'm not trying to imply anything by this statement but he was a jock. I was expecting that from him). "Can you walk?" He asked as I tried taking a step and the pain was something else. "I don't think so bu-" I didn't get to finish my sentence when I felt myself being carried up as I shrieked. "Put me down" I squirmed

He looked pissed, shoulders up, fists already balled. The boxer turned, still holding that finishing punch back. “Mind your own business, kid.” “Mind my own? That’s my teammate…. Well, low key rival but we're from the same school and you’re beating the shit out of him ,” Jax snapped, stepping between us fast. “Walk away or we got a problem.” The boxer laughed once, short and mean. “You want some too? Fine.” And then they went at it. Jax threw first, solid right that caught the guy on the jaw same place I’d hit earlier. The boxer fired back quickly, but Jax ducked and came up with a left that lande

Richard's POV: Friday night arrived, and I was at the boxing center, getting ready to support my friend, Morgan Kingston, as he was preparing for the boxing match against the next opponent. Morgan was standing in the changing room, wearing his safety gear. His mouthguard to protect his teeth, gums, and jaw from impact. His headgear for protection of his head and face from punches and potential cuts or injuries (often used in amateur or sparring situations). He also wore padded gloves to protect both his hands and their opponent's face from injury. His hand wraps were for support and protecting his hands and wrists from sprains or fractures. Finally, he had his cup, which was a protective gea