Boxing Stories Novels & Stories

He nods sadly at me and walks to the seats I am sitting in. Felicity jumps up and hugs me. "You okay? You look…different?" She looks across my face, and I nod. "Reality slapped me, that's all." She nods but doesn't ask. Sitting Iz joins us. On the opposite side of her is Roxy. Their mum, however, is sitting next to me, which I fucking hate. "The brothers always stay standing in the corner of Lorenzo. Bouts are usually between two and five rounds. They last approximately three minutes with one minute rest in between. Each fight is different, though." Felicity smiles, giving me a small insight into the kickboxing world.

I lacked everything, and by the time I was getting out of the ring, I was sure I had broken a few bones. This isn't the typical boxing club that people go to. This is a werewolves-only boxing club, and it's even more intense, more guttural, and requires you to hold your own, or it will be handed to you as you crawl away. “Didn’t think I would see you again,” Travis goes on as he hands me bandages to wrap my hands with. “Well, I never said I was quitting. I don’t try to be nice or even more welcoming. I am feeling tense, my mood ruined by my mother showing up unannounced, so yes, I am not feeling friendly.

"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.

However, the next second, when he noticed the terrifying power of this punch, his hair stood on end. An intense sense of crisis enveloped the depths of his heart! He made the greatest reaction in an instant and began to resist the punch! What kind of punch was this? It was simply perfect! At this moment! Shock appeared in the eyes of all the onlookers present, and they couldn't help but widen their mouths. "Oh my god! How terrible is the realm of Wind Tyrant in boxing? How can he perform such a perfect boxing skill?"

The pattern continued here, it seemed. “What can we do to stop him?” I asked. I hated to side with his grandfather on anything, but I didn’t want to see Logan hurt. I’d rather see him race in cars, which might also be dangerous but had safety measures involved. Boxing was bound to hurt him no matter how careful they were. The nature of boxing was still to beat the other person into submission. “You know how stubborn he is,” Dylan said. “Even so. There must be some way to convince him.”

Turns out, it’s Damon’s birthday today and seeing that he’s a fan of pro wrestling and boxing, we’re going to a local wrestling ring tonight. Yes, when I say local I’m talking about underground fighting, illegal betting, sweat and a ring full of blood. The mere thought of that sight alone sends panic running up my spine. What the hell does a lady wear to an illegal boxing ring anyways?

The sounds of kicks, punches, and cries of anguish resonate as Jacob's men don't stand a chance and are beaten mercilessly! In less than five minutes, Jack's boxers and Jack Ville's henchmen have overpowered them and brought them to their knees. They are all bleeding now and have dislocated bones. Some of them will never be able to walk again while some will never use their hands. Some have their eyes pulled from their eyes sockets! In short, none of Jacob's men have any of their body parts intact! The boxers and henchmen are so ruthless that they dare not relent to make an impact and show how dangerous they can be!

"Watching Lindsay box and then suddenly seeing this girl do yoga feels oddly off." "The contrast is too strong. I was captivated by Lindsay's fierce style, and now this gentle yoga feels out of place." "I don't want to watch yoga; I want to see my bias boxing." "You can watch yoga anywhere, but Lindsay's boxing is unique." "I follow other yoga streamers who have better figures and even sexy abs." "Now that you mention it, I'm curious if my bias has abs too." "I want to see." "Me too." The comments quickly shifted, and the discussion took an unexpected turn.

Logan adjusted his boxing gloves as he stared at the boxing bag determinedly. He wiped the sweat off his brow and started hitting the bag again, turning all his pent-up anger on it. He was tense and under a lot of pressure, and he felt like he needed to release a lot of it.

Xavier started unbuttoning his shirt as Quinn put on her boxing gloves. When she turned around, she saw him walking over to her, shirtless. The sight rendered her at a loss for words. Most of the male boxers didn't wear shirts in the boxing gym. Naturally, they had impressive physiques from exercise. However, Xavier's figure was exceptional. It was enough to make anyone drool at first sight. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" she asked. Xavier answered as he put on his boxing gloves, "Wearing a shirt is inconvenient. What's more, you're too skilled. I can't afford to be careless."