Mixed Boxing Story Novels & Stories

But then she hit a nerve—boxing. “Your physique is impressive. Do you play any sport or just work out to impress girls?” she asked. “Oh, I box,” I said, smiling. I couldn’t help it—I liked compliments. She must’ve caught on. “Wait, are you the guy from that boxing video—the one who knocked out two guys and almost hit his coach?” “You’ve seen it too?” I asked. “Who hasn’t? It’s trending on the school forum.” “You’re on the forum?” she asked.

The sharp crack of leather split the air. I knew at once—Nathan was being beaten again. With his slow wits, he made mistakes constantly, and ever since I moved in across from them, not a day passed without hearing the sounds of Jeremy's and Janey's curses and blows. One afternoon, I happened to run into Nick in the neighborhood. He was pushing his wheelchair toward the market, his face mottled with bruises, a pitiful sight. At the exit of the compound stretched a steep slope. He gripped the rims with all his strength, but his arms lacked power—every time he inched forward, the chair slipped back.

I stayed frozen in place, my mind reeling from what I had just witnessed. As the headmistress led the two fighters away, I couldn’t shake the image of their battle from my mind. Their raw power, their savagery, it was terrifying and mesmerizing all at once. I glanced down at the bloodstained floor and swallowed hard. This was the world I had been thrown into a world of monsters and violence. And somehow, I had to survive it.

Bruce I knew instantly that there was something fishy about all these. I didn’t raise an issue though, not in front of people I haven’t seen in years. I made a mental note to go to Kelvin the moment we wrapped up here. “We have a boxing match today between the Red Viper and Bullet today,” Baxter informed me. All of us in the group probably knew how to box even if we didn’t have a high level mastery. We had matches every Sunday and boxers usually adopted a nickname.

I was thrown into a steel cage in the underground boxing ring. Hosting underground boxing matches was one of Dominic's business endeavors. There were no rules, and the matches only came to an end when someone dropped dead. Kevin stood outside the cage and tossed a bottle of water at me. "You have a match tonight, brat. We'll reduce your debt by 10,000 dollars if you win. You'll die if you lose." I twisted the bottle cap open and drained half of the bottle in a single breath.

Suffice it to say, that had been a big part of my joining the world of Mixed Martial Arts. The inside of the warehouse was exactly what I expected: dark, damp, and reeking of oil. A single chair sat under a spotlight in the center of the room, surrounded by enough armed men to reenact an 80s Italian action movie. I was shoved onto my knees in front of the chair, and there he was—the Boss.

and Mom's cries and the lustful gaze of the one who was holding her didn't help me either. I was a brown belt in karate-boxing...I was determined to defend mum and me. I was preparing to charge when I received a shock in the back that took my breath away...and the man in front of me took the opportunity to punch me. In the lower abdomen ending to finish me off. -It's obvious that this kid is boxing and you stupid fools tell her a little flirtation. Said the owner of the voice that knocked me out There was a fourth! There was a fourth and I hadn't even noticed it.

And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His. She ran and ran but the boy was really smooth and also faster than her, his skills are as sharp as any professional athlete. And you already know what's going to happen. The boy will safely escape and Jenny will stop her feet with great disappointment. Of course not, I agree the boy is better in escaping but sometimes the overconfidence gives you a slap but this time an iron pole slapped that boy very hard. Ouch!! I can feel the pain either. He lost his consciousness and Jenny took him with her as well as her bag.

They used to punch him or kick him. He started to learn boxing. Just to prevent himself from those bullies. When he came back home he realised that his mom and dad are not on good terms. His mom is cheating on his dad. She used to lie to him that she is going out for her job but in reality, she used to mess around with a man. Who was filthy rich. Richer than his father Richard.

Turning my back to look at him i said. "Alyssa" He nod. "You just move here huh?" i ask, leaning on the wall watching him while also wrapping my hand with my the wraps. He keep quiet since it's more of a statement than a question. "You do boxing?" He ask me. "Yea,do u?" I ask out of curiosity. "I'm a street fighter" Now i'm more curious. "Do u still fight now?" I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just put my name on a fighting place called 'underground' here 4 days ago"