Boxers Novels & Stories

Felicity smiles, giving me a small insight into the kickboxing world. Sitting, I listen to them announce the first fighter. Alex 'Bullet' Andrews. A loud applause and people cheering erupt through the building. I listen again as they announce Lorenzo 'Merciless' Pesci. The screams get louder, and I watch Lorenzo walk up and climb into the ring.

I googled him and found out his name used to be Mickey 'the mouse' Belvo. Two men are going head to head in the boxing ring. I stare as the match begins right before my eyes. I thrive in the art of boxing. It's always been a passion of mine and now that I am training once again, I find myself drawn more and more to it. One of the men I recognize as Manuel, Mickey's nephew. He is a bit on the young side, only twenty, but has a sick mother and three little brothers to care for. The other man I have never seen before but judging by all the other men watching the match as well, he is new here.

"And what kind of self-defence does he do? Does he specialise in anything particular? Judo, karate, jiu-jitsu..." Michael downs his coffee in two gulps. "He seems to cover the field. If it's something a woman can use to defend herself, or a man for that matter, he seems happy to teach it." He reaches for the coffeepot. "Certainly the clients in the City have been very happy with him. But his forte is boxing." Charlotte chews on her toast, her brow creasing. "Something wrong?" "What does he look like? This Charles the Boxer?"

Just as he was done lacing his shoe lace, he received a firm knock on his door. He is here! They are here! He thought to himself. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and his jaw clenched tightly. Slowly, he walk towards the drawer and pulled it out. Just at the bottom of those fine , beautiful dollars was a pistol which Marco had readied for him in a time like this one. Maximo has been trained all his life by his father, he knew everything concerning guns or weapons. Winning a judo belt and taking his top position in water polo has been the hardwork and persistence of his stern father who nurture him more cruelly than lovingly.

My heart feels like a barbed wire has strangled it to the point of being unable to breathe. It’s the night of the fight and it feels like it will be my last night alive. I still don’t understand who okayed this fight because it doesn’t make sense at all. I am 5'6 and weigh 145 pounds while Creed is 6’4 and 240 pounds of raw muscle. He’s a fucking heavyweight and by all counts, this fight should be illegal! I’m a pipsqueak compared to him, a featherweight for God’s sake; I am going to die at his hands!

I'm irritated that Tayron didn't inform me in the first place. I winced, looking at Tayron and Beta, who was fighting seriously. Gamma was the referee, and he wanted to stop their boxing duel several times. Tayron and Beta are like professional boxers. The mate mark in the crook of my neck throbs every time Tayron gets hit, and of course, Beta Viola is just like me. Their strengths are balanced, and since yesterday the results have been a draw. They fight not to find who is the strongest; they just want to train their physical strength.

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.

"Stay focused, Baron. Andito na si Alfred. Whatever happens, make yourself look intimidating." Tumango si Baron, at agad na sinunod ang instruction ni Victoria sa kanya. Hindi naman mahirap para sa kanya ang gawing intimidating ang sarili dahil boksingero siya dati. Hindi pa man nagsisimula ang laban sa ring ay nagsisimula na ang giyera kahit sa weigh-in pa lamang. In a way, boxing is a psychological warfare. It's either you intimidate or you get intimidated.

Xander explained. Crap! Why did Ace tell him? Who else knows?! “Oh.” I said as I looked down. I didn't know what else I could say. “Did he try something?” Xander asked as he motioned towards Gavin. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. You see, Xander and Damien have been my best friend since we were little and both of them are professional boxers. Xander doesn't really focus on boxing since he is the quarterback of the school's football team. But over the years, these two have trained me a little.

Zephyr met his attack with Draken, causing a great metal ring to echo. The two of them were sent back by a few steps, before coming back to blows again. “This guy’s trouble! He’s good, too good!” Boxer said, wide-eyed as he observed the battle. Even he knew he did not have the strength to contend with the four Masters, and he was an Agile of level three! Although it was but a level’s difference, the actual difference in power was night and day. Boxer did not have confidence in winning should he engage any of the Masters.