Boxer Pria Novels & Stories

"Oh, come on, you don't think I missed the Tapout sticker on your notebook?" I raised my brows in realization, "Ah." "So, are you a boxer?" "Kickboxing is my Forte. I have legs, I like to use them." Daniel laughed and suddenly one of the coaches that were by the ring walked up to me. He was tall but bulky, kind of like Sylvester Stalone in Rocky, he appeared to be around his 50's or so with peppered hair. "Did I hear someone mention kickboxing? We don't have many of those here."

"Go on, I want to practice." "How about I teach you? I can do it too," said Damien. He took off his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. Amelia was evasive. "Damien, don't joke." Now, Damien was behind Amelia. They faced the hanging heavy bag. "Boxing is a martial art that focuses on your opponent's offense. If your punches are weak, you will fall instantly," Damien said. "Damien, this bag weighs 50 kilos. Stop joking around," said Amelia.

What he thought would be a knockout blow, however, caused no harm, as the soldier’s stomach was as tough as iron, and the brick was shattered to pieces and crumbled out of Ishida’s hand. “Haha, you child! You think that will do anything to a man with hard abs and a glorious six-pack like me? I’ll tell you something: I was a professional boxer before I joined the army— and one of the best in the country! I’ve won something like six gold medals using my rock-hard head to ram into my opponents and— YOUCH!!” While the man was boasting about himself, Rhina had handed another brick to Ishida and Ishida used it to whack the soldier’s tough head.

"Wait... You look familiar." Natawa na lamang nang bahagya si Victoria. "I'm surprised that you didn't recognize him immediately when I mentioned his name." Tumaas ang kilay ni Alfred at pilit na inalala kung saan niya nakita ang binata. "Baron Soliman, right? Soliman... Soliman... Ah - ikaw 'yung boksingero, 'di ba? The Killer Fist? Lagi kong inaabangan ang mga laban mo noon... Grabe 'yung nangyari dati, maya't maya kang nasa tv... Alam mo hindi ka dapat nag-quit sa pagboboksing. That sport is dangerous, at kayong mga atleta... lagi nang nasa hukay ang mga paa ninyo kaya in a way, that death was expected. Hindi ko naman sinasabing okay lang na namatay siya, but well - it happens, right? Dap

The boxer looked at Samuel, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Dude, be careful. My fists are not for fun. If you are killed by my fists, you should put in a good word for me when you meet Yama." Samuel smiled and didn't say anything. He crooked his finger at the boxer. The boxer's face turned grim. He exerted his strength with his legs and moved forward. Samuel leaned to one side to dodge the punch.

“Little of both.” He turned, wiping his face with a towel. “You’re smiling.” That made me smile wider. “I didn’t know you boxed.” “I started when I was fifteen,” he said. “The coach said I needed a legal outlet for my anger. Turns out punching things keeps me out of jail.” “Well, that’s comforting,” I smirked. “Are you any good?” “I’m standing here, aren’t I?” “Wow. Cocky.” “You asked.” He tossed his gloves aside and reached for a second towel. As his muscles flexed, I forgot what air felt like. Then he walked toward me, sweat still dripping down his abs.

“OK, that changes things quite a bit. How do you know him?” “We trained together for years, and we were sparring partners, and sometimes opponents, even though I was a traditional boxer and he’s a kickboxer. He’s a stand-up guy, Reena, I promise you." Adam looked at the ring, where Mitch was still pounding his opponent to a pulp. "Rough around the edges, sure, but he’d give you the shirt off his back if he thought you needed it. I’d never ask you to consider him as a roommate otherwise.”

Rafe says, frowning, “with no female attention for months. You’ll get eaten alive. There are going to be guys there like Luca Grant –“ “Luca Grant’s going to be there?” I ask, my eyes going wide as my head snaps up. Grant’s a minor celebrity – he’s the junior heavyweight boxing champion of our nation as well as a rather notorious ladies’ man. But he just retired from boxing to join the military in a show of national pride. His story has been plastered all over the news. And it doesn’t hurt that he is…insanely good looking. He’s got these dimples that…

As soon as Luna’s words subsided, a muscular figure appeared before the two of them. The man was at least 190 cm tall. He wore a white singlet that showed off his muscles and broad shoulders. He was certainly eye-grabbing, especially his bushy chest hair which was intimidating to even look at. “Ms. Crestfall, I’m Panther Flint. You can just call me Panther,” he introduced himself briefly to Luna. “I practice Muay Thai, and I once punched a tiger to death in the jungle. Five years ago, I defeated three veteran boxers in a row during the competition and won the Heavyweight Muay Thai Championship. I was given the title of ‘Killer Boxer’!”

She nodded. In minutes we got there. The room was filled with bodybuilders, slim fitness models and some seriously built men. Drent went to change into his gear while I stood there taking in the whole space. A picture of Roosevelt the Great hung on the wall. One of the greatest boxers of all time, and honestly my all-time favourite. He had inspired me to pursue boxing. Watching him do what he did despite every disadvantage made me fall in love with the sport. But unfortunately for me, Coach Peterson and the entire establishment around him had no interest in seeing women box.