Boxers Novels & Stories

Just as I reached the end of the penalty box, I kicked the ball lightly into the goal. Walking up to the goal to receive the ball, I recognized a cripple hobbling up the pathway to the field. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the ball and walked back to the penalty box line furthest away from him. "You know, you chose one of the worst places for a cripple with a busted leg to be. Partially because I don't want to be near a soccer field right now, and because it's on a fucking hill." As I went to kick the ball, I looked up at Connor who had now stopped moving. He was leaning on his one crutch, adjusting his leg's placement. "That was kind of the point."

It came waging back and we dodged Roque : I'm American actually Me: I can see that Roque : so what exactly do you do? Me: boxing Roque : wow... I'm an amateur boxer. Hoping to get better I smirked Me: let's see what you can do. Punch it He wore gloves and began to punch it. Well, he's good. Needs a little help 💛Andy💜 I tucked my hands into my joggers pockets and sighed at Roberto. He's been following me about and trying to make me talk. I stopped in front of the lockers and sighed

His cheek was practically up against mine, and I was afraid he’d move if I turned. “Yeah,” I whispered. I was blushing so hard, I was worried he’d feel the heat coming off of my cheeks. “That’s because he’s a jiu-jitsu guy. He wants to take the fight to the ground, because then he will have the advantage.” “And the other guy?” I asked. I was just trying to find questions at this point so that he would stay close to me. “He’s a boxer. You can tell because he’s trying to use his reach and speed to get hits while they’re standing.”

Just a man trying to beat his demons out of his own body. “How long are you going to stand there watching me like a guard nobody hired?” His rhythm never broke. His fists kept landing clean. “Long enough to notice you missed a beat in that last combination.” His fists stilled. He turned. One eyebrow lifted. “You know boxing.” “I know how to bring something down so it doesn’t get back up. Does that count?” A thin smile cut across his face. He took a pull from his water bottle and gestured at the space around them.

"Oh Ashley......I.....can't.....brea-" "Oh I'm sorry, I just got excited; and what have I told you about my name." She said grinning like a maniac. "Heh, I'm sorry Ashley bear.....heh, heh," I said fearing for my life. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you guys. The reason because Mel's a boxing champion is that from generations to generations the Calderon family has been working with the government; they basically train the military forces. So, all of them know almost every martial arts there is.

Ride Tonight was the annual boxing match, something the guys did to let off some steam, the Adams-Anderson lot was filled with more bikes than normal due to the neighboring charters coming down. The fighting hadn’t even begun, yet the air smelled like sweat and testosterone. It was kind of a turn-on. “Y/N Hunny can you take that box of beers outside for me,” Alice asked nodded at the box she was talking about. “Yeah sure,” you smiled grabbing the box off the bar.

"I'll pin him for you." "I'm… erm… I’m not much of a fighter," Sam admitted, feeling small. He'd never hit anyone before and for some reason, he was afraid of doing it wrong and looking like an idiot in front of the other boys. "I'll teach you," Jayce turned to him with a manic grin, holding up his fist. "Keep your thumb on the outside so you don’t break it. Get into a stance like this." Jayce raised his fists to cover his face like a boxer, before manipulating Sam's limbs to do the same.

Raven I dodge the blows of my opponent. He is larger and stronger than I am, but I’m more agile. He uses a pattern while he fights, three quick jabs to the lift of my torso, his aiming for my ribs, followed by an uppercut from the right. He finishes it off with a kick aimed at my right ribs. He tries to mix it up, by switching sides, but that’s just of his moves. He can also pass for the tree since he has been rooted to almost the same spot the entire fight. I dodge all his attempts to hit me, but I can’t dodge forever. Eventually, he will land a punch and judging by the hulk size biceps, it’s gonna hurt. My body and muscle ache and I don’t have much strength left. If I can get him off balan

This boxing match was truly thrilling. "He's going to lose. The man in blue is completely wiped out," someone quipped. The red boxer was a Mostovian man, Andrew Johnson. He was about six feet and two inches tall. The man in blue was a Cryonian man, Leonard Wales, who was around five feet and a half. Andrew said with a smug expression, "You're a loser!" He had moved from Mostovia to Cryona for some time. Yet, the Cryonian boxers were all weaklings to him. There was no one in Cryona who could match him.

He is in the boxing ring. He is leaning onto the ropes, fastening his gloves. Not the big abs padded ones we usually use, but the ones that are only meant to protect your hand's skin. His shirt is off, and that shows me the new scratches and bruises up and down this sculpted torso. I hate seeing that on him. I wish I could do something to help. I stare at his body for as long as I can before he sees me in the doorway. "Come on." He says.