Boxers Novels & Stories

I was trying to win a giant bear The referee walked between us. He looked very serious, like this was a real boxing match. He lifted his arm high up in the air. The crowd of people watching got very quiet. I could feel Ayden tense his muscles beneath me. He was getting ready to charge forward like a bull. I leaned my body forward. I put my hands up in the air, ready to grab onto Julie as soon as we got close. The referee opened his mouth. He was about to yell the word “GO!”.

I walked around the ring. "No rules. We fight until death. " I smirked and tossed the microphone aside. I caught a glimpse of Luca. He looked like he was enjoying the show. "What do you say, fucker? " I taunted 'Boxer'. He let out a low growl, clearly irritated. Anger leads to mistakes. He nodded and brought his fists together. The leather arm bands he wore were cutting off blood flow to his hands, but he didn’t seem to care. I moistened my lips and stretched my arms out in front of me.

I think he does not like jocking around when it comes to boxing. "You are so passionate about boxing Xavier , why do you like boxing so much?" "I do not like boxing Angel, I lOVE boxing. You can say it's my first and only love. This is the only thing which gives me motive and strength , it's brings fire in me , excites me the most. And the only thing that makes me feel alive..."

On the other side of things, Capri had a bit of a distraction. Her ex-mother in-law was fired from her job as a clergy assistant for fucking a client in her bosses office. Dexter was a good gossip he knew everything and anything. He was like the damn cops. Honestly, better than the cops, they should just employ him. He was also no other than Roxy’s best friend aka Taurus sister. They weren’t too close these days apparently because he talked nothing but trash about her. Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle.

It also stated that vigor wielders must have a punch weight of over 550 pounds to clear the test, and the bar was 1,100 pounds for Birthright-ranked elites. While Ascendant-ranked elites were rare, they just had to do around 2,200 pounds. "The boxing machines are custom made," the Zamri Martial Alliance branch manager said proudly when he saw Frank studying the machines that stood over a dozen meters tall. "Each can withstand over 440,000 pounds of force. You can test it if you're interested." "Sure," Frank said, clearly staring at the towering machines with interest. Many other participants were already taking part when they arrived, with long queues stretching on for each machine.

"Prepare yourself to be amazed." They walked in. Amazing wasn't grand enough a word to describe the place. It had everything 5th Street had only a hundred times better. Giant black-and-white stills of some of boxing's greats adorned the wall—Joe Frazier, Sugar Ray, Mohammad Ali, Tyson, and, very notably, two of East LA's finest, Cesar Chavez and the Golden Boy himself, De La Hoya. It was a gym fit for a king, no doubt. Felix's picture would soon fit right up there. Gio was suddenly overwhelmed with pride. "And this is just a gym. Isn't this crazy?"

“And I’m still the spoilt brat? Tell me what you want and let’s get this over with, shall we? And don’t even bother wasting your time on petty threats.” “Petty?” First’s lips tugged at the corners. “Fine. As you wish. I want the ten million baht that this punk’s father owns me. And I want five men. Five of the finest you can offer.” “Liar!” Kit shouted; eyes wide upon hearing the amount that P’First had just mentioned. “That’s not how much my father owns you! You’re doubling the amount!” Suddenly, Kit’s head snapped to the side as the slap resonated in his brain, the sound reverberating inside the huge warehouse. The pain of the slap followed a few seconds later as Kit tasted blood, stars da

Dami didn't workout in days,she had asked him but he told her no special reason, hopefully he'll this weekend. "You lying piece of shit,let me go", Aisha kept hitting his chest. "You don't curse Aisha", he grabbed her two hands in his left hand to stop her from hitting his chest. Aisha scoffed. "So now it's Aisha, not babe or darling,uhn?. I guess you're already mastering how you'd talk to me after we've divorced" "Nobody is getting any divorce. I'm calling you Aisha cause that's your name and I thought you'd be offended if I called you babe or darling. I'm so sorry babe"

“That’s it, Mr. Champion-Boxer-of-All-Six-East-Chinean-States? You’re a joke. Can’t even dodge literally the first kick I threw! How the hell did you even win your matches? Or is the name of your backwater town ‘All Six States of East Chinea’?” Javier’s putdown rubbed salt on Guy’s wound. Rage then bubbled inside of him. In all of his boxing matches, the fight only began when the bell rang. No one was ever dishonorable enough to deal a sneak attack before the fight was meant to begin. Hell, there were rules in the ring, and kicking someone’s groin was a cheap shot below the belt. Literally! Pleased with the way he mocked him, Javier flicked his finger against Guy’s forehead and turned away w

, I splutter when I finally regain a sense of speaking any understandable syllables. "A few boxers die in the ring or due to injuries in the ring annually but I personally did not know anybody like that. I would like to think that I wouldn't die like that because you know, I never really lose that badly," Nathan stands up, pats and my head gently, and leaves. That means he could die. They could die. In the ring itself.