Boxers Novels & Stories

My brother wasn’t usually the warm and fuzzy kind so it came as a big shock to me that he’d actually given me a small piece of advice. I didn’t say anything as he wheeled away to go announce the names. But he was right. Mr. Boxer was over three hundred pounds of muscle and thus, his moments were slower. All that muscle did slow him down but only by a fraction of a second. So all I needed to do was avoid getting hit at all costs and get in a few jabs where it would hurt the most. Right then, the crowd went wild as the names were announced and the boxer entered the ring. I smirked.

And didn't argue. After the stillness of the weight room, the boxing area felt louder. The heavy bags hung still on their hooks, sweat stains on the floor, gloves and wraps arranged in near-military order. Posters of Lennox's past fights lined the walls: blurred moments, blood and victory, a steel gaze and a falling mouthguard. Now there was silence. Only the hum of the ventilation and the soft thud of footsteps. Lennox walked to his favorite bag—the old-school, worn black leather one. Sturdy. Responsive. Every punch he threw into it gave something back. You couldn't just wail on this bag. It pushed back.

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 landed clean.

I was really angry. Darcy was no longer polite. He said forcefully, “Get out quickly. Don’t force us to do this.” “Don’t mess around.” Lola tried to call their bodyguards in. Unfortunately, how could their bodyguards compare to Evan’s bodyguards? Especially Darcy, who was the world boxing champion for five years. He was six feet and nine inches tall and covered in mussels. All of Evan’s bodyguards were under the command of training. On normal days, he would even accompany Evan to practise boxing.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

"…To fight! He said then turned to leave; the cape-like black cloak swayed as he turned. A naked lady with two boxes in her hand stepped into the fighting pits. Then placed the box on a table in the corner. The two fighters must pick a weapon and use it to fight. When William realized the person he was going to fight with was a giant, his heart thumped in his chest. The man was horribly tall, with long, shoulder-length brown hair, his muscles catching the light from the fire torches. Sweat glistened on his body, his chest hair curled with beads of sweat. William chose a box; he dipped his hands inside and brought out a long iron rod. It was the man's turn…Glauber the giant. He dipped his han

Timothy walked out of the storage room, a wipe in his hands and his face all sweaty. Cynthia stared at him wide eyed, before he could introduce himself, Cynthia asked a paralysing question, "have you stolen enough?" She asked then started walking closer in slow motion, her eyes full of killing intent and her voice dripping with disdain, so this is my replacement today, she thought, Timothy was shocked, but before he could defend himself, Cynthia spoke again, "good, cause I feel like fighting someone", she said picking up an iron bar often used to support the weak stalls..

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.”

They were screaming and cheering for the player of their choice. There are two women in the boxing ring. The first one is wearing red. She is called the Bloody Mary. Her right leg was constructed of a pistol, while her left arm was made of a sword. While the other woman is wearing blue. They call her Blue Ivy. Half of her face and body were distorted and made out of steel.

He said icily, "What the heck! Damn, a coward like you should look in the mirror!" After getting rid of the manager, there was an icy flash in Jayden's eyes as he waved at Lucian and said in his ear, "Call Dustin Moore. Once the auction ends, ambush Zane and Ballard, and then…" Jayden swiped his finger across his neck. Dustin was the yearly boxing champion of Sunway's underground boxing world. Ever since he had joined the underground boxing world, he won several victories every year. He was known as the King of Martial Arts in Sartvale's underworld.