Boxers Novels & Stories

The two of them were a bit surprised that Mama Sarah wasn't even showing a bit of anxiety when facing the two of them. One of them attempted to grab at Mama Sarah, she clamped his hand, and the boxer smiled cheekily. “Trying to arm wrestle, oldie, you will see what I will do to your hands” he snorted coldly. And made another attempt to grab Mama Sarah with the other hand, he was surprised, but she caught it. The other boxer folded his arms, expecting his partner to deal with Mama Sarah. “You have big hands, I won't break them,” she said seriously and pressed his arm.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a large group of Lopez boxers rushed in from the door of the bar! The entire bar was also cleared out instantly! Irrelevant onlookers fled in horror! This group of boxers wore white martial arts uniforms with belts around their waists. They immediately rushed in! In less than a minute, the bar was full of Lopez boxers! Philip and Josh were also surrounded by the other party “Damn it! Who dared to bully the young master of the Lopez family? Get out here at once!”

“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

gone? Another punch, but this time to my gut. A grunt escapes me, and I bunch over, my arms circling around myself. Then a leg comes between mine, knocking me to the ground. Ford? My eyes collide with him, when another punch lands my eye. From fucking Ford. "You fucking coward" i snap, shoving him off me. He falls easily, not in the mood to fight me now. I push up to a sitting position, but then Adam is pushing me down, his foot against my chest.

She then slid the door open and backed up. "We have this big boy on some medications. It's like a Xanax. It helps him to stay calm and not potentially injure one of us." I could feel the goosebumps crawling up my arms, but they only intensified when the huge black wolf ducked under the already tall door. His eyes were on me. The only thing between me and the beast was a thin sheet of fencing. He didn't eat, he just watched me. My every movement he reacted. Each breath I took his ears would move. I shuffled and he jumped a little bit.

He asked mockingly . " Don't you Dare cross your limit Mr " she said and he laughed he gestured at his men and they carried in the boxes ...over to the ship ....Grace walked into the ship and opened the boxes . A text pinged on her phone and she handed over the briefcase to the Paulo guy and I followed suit . He handed them over to his right hand man who checked what was up and they got back in their chopper . They Zoomed off and Grace are and I watched as the men checked everything ...

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.

Gunther rushed to the agreed location with two bodyguards. One of them had a short stature, but it could be seen that he had very powerful explosive power. He was the champion of the underground boxing ring and had won 27 consecutive victories and KO-ed all of his opponents. The other was tall. He looked at least two meters tall and weighed more than three hundred kilograms. He was a foreigner who was said to have been a mercenary at one time.

"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."

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!