Boxing Stories Novels & Stories

I go and sit down on the couch next to him. "What are you watching?" I ask. "A Bronx Tale." "It's about mobsters right? I think I've heard of it but never watched." "Yeah, pretty good movie." I look over at him and spot a bruises on his hands causing me to raise an eyebrow. "What happened to you?" I ask as I grab one of his hands to examine it. "Nothing, I got it from boxing." I scoff at his response. "You don't box Elias." "I started." "And how do you get bruised on your hand when you have to wear boxing gloves?"

Utterly amazed, I watched as he placed his rippled arms on the ring bar and heaved himself up in only one trial, and he smirked at me as our eyes met, silently mocking me. Weakling, his eyes mocked. There were more than five boxing bags inside this extremely spacious ring, and I watched quietly as Damon strode to one of them, the closest one, swinging it from side to side as he studied me. “Alright, come on. Try to hit me in the face as I swing this bag from side to side. If you don’t get me after the tenth trial, you will get box-bagged. Do you understand?” I cocked a brow, smirking. “No.”

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.

I hadn't even gone all out with Rhada and I dropped her with two jabs. A good number of 'martial artists' think of boxing as a primitive fighting form. It is. It has also been around forever because the principles are rather simple and effective. Either don't get hit, or soak up the hit (particularly for heavier fighters), set your opponent up and clobber then. Felix had meant to control me with his powerful kicks.

Vivian pov Three years ago, Sable announced her retirement, and three years ago, I married into the Blackwood family. Sable was known for her signature move, the Shadow Kick, while my fighting style closely resembled Sable's. Why would a champion boxer, who had dominated multiple titles, suddenly step away from the spotlight? It could either be due to an injury that prevented her from competing or a growing disdain for the sport. However, Sable was undoubtedly a boxing enthusiast; otherwise, she wouldn’t have repeatedly participated in matches and claimed the championship belt time and again. The only plausible explanation was the former, especially since I had undergone a kidney transplant

"Go on, I want to practice." "How about I teach you? I can do it too," said Damien. He took off his shirt to reveal his muscular frame. Amelia was evasive. "Damien, don't joke." Now, Damien was behind Amelia. They faced the hanging heavy bag. "Boxing is a martial art that focuses on your opponent's offense. If your punches are weak, you will fall instantly," Damien said. "Damien, this bag weighs 50 kilos. Stop joking around," said Amelia.

Devon: Xavier’s fist connects with my face and I stumble backward. “What is wrong with you? You are losing focus, something you rarely do.” As much as I hate to agree with him, he’s right. These days have been exhausting for me. I sigh, peeling out my boxing gloves and dropping them on the floor, with a silent grunt, I come out of the boxing ring. Xavier Castillo owns an underworld boxing ring, where gangsters fight for money; he owns an criminal mafia organization known as The Nexus that operates secretly but to the world, he owns a fast-chain security company.

They might have been big, but brute strength without technique was nothing against someone who knew how to fight. With my back against the wall, the fifth guy saw his chance and threw a punch, hoping to capitalize on my position. But I was ready. I took my boxing stance, blocking his punch with ease. I followed up with two quick jabs to his face, the force of each blow snapping his head back. Before he could recover, I grabbed him and spun him around, using him as a human shield against the last guy’s attack.

Emily wasn't just worried about Amelia getting bruised. Boxing could be brutal, and Thea and her crew might play dirty, possibly endangering Amelia’s life or leaving her paralyzed. Amelia just smiled. "Isn't life about standing your ground?" Carla clapped her hands together and said with a wicked grin, "There's a boxer they call the Boxing King. He fights in an underground ring. That's who you'll face. If you win, we lose the bet. But if you lose, both your and Emily’s lives are ours."

"Wow. It's exciting. So, what should we do with the basics?" “Basic physical activities, we’re just doing the indoor first now because it’s too hot outside. First, you must strengthen your muscles in the arm, thigh, and leg. Second, we will also have curl-ups and other indoor activities. You also need jogging to hone and strengthen your cardiovascular endurance, but we did that before in the warm-up so boxing is the best thing we can do now. Boxing is a great sport that will shape your endurance, flexibility, speed, and more. It's good that you can shape your body even more so that when we start practicing martial arts, your body won't get strange too much," she explained to him. The amount