Rocky Balboa Boxing Novels & Stories

"Prepare yourself to be amazed." They walked in. Amazing wasn't grand enough a word to describe the place. It had everything 5th Street had only a hundred times better. Giant black-and-white stills of some of boxing's greats adorned the wall—Joe Frazier, Sugar Ray, Mohammad Ali, Tyson, and, very notably, two of East LA's finest, Cesar Chavez and the Golden Boy himself, De La Hoya. It was a gym fit for a king, no doubt. Felix's picture would soon fit right up there. Gio was suddenly overwhelmed with pride. "And this is just a gym. Isn't this crazy?"

I’m the reason we’re in this mess and I will only use her healing powers, never her strength. Breathing through the pain in my left side, I shoot forward and swing a right hook toward his head. Creed deftly tries to block it and counter with what seems like a left cross, but when my punch lands, I hear the sizzling of skin. He cries out and ducks the other punch at his face, and I wheel round and spin her right foot into a vicious roundhouse kick. Staggering backward and giving a frustrated growl, he lunges at me. We go back and forth like this; I feel like I’m close to giving up with all the jabs at my sides.

“Of course! So you hit the jackpot with this deal. Just do a good job, and who knows, I might even help you secure a permanent position.” The man hesitated for a moment before asking, “Why not go find your dad?” Jimmy's expression darkened. “He doesn’t deserve it!” A man who didn’t even know his own son certainly wasn’t worthy of being called “dad.” Besides, he had never truly appreciated my mom. Dominic Blackwood couldn’t help but sneeze, wondering if someone was talking about him. After sending Bernard off, Dominic discussed the schedule for tomorrow's boxing match with Ethan Brooks. “Remember, Bernard is a legendary figure in the boxing world, and his time is precious. He can only appear

With a barrel chest, dusted with dark hair, and a big, strong belly. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, fighting the urge to fan my cheeks. So many boxers are showmen. They play up to the crowd, they talk shit and try to psyche each other out, but not Pierro. He frowns straight ahead, quiet and focused, as his challenger peacocks on the other side of the ring. He's fighting an Irishman called Anderson, a younger man who made headlines with his shocking wins the last few months, but I'm not worried.

“First fight of the night! In the red corner, the undefeated champion, ‘The Crusher’ versus the new challenger, ‘Cocky Roxy’!” Roxy stepped out into the cage to a mix of cheers and jeers. Her opponent was a towering, muscular Latina futa named Carla “The Crusher” Morales, six-foot-two of solid muscle, heavy breasts, and a massive bulge in her shorts that made Roxy’s confidence falter for half a second. The bell rang. Roxy came out swinging, fast and aggressive, landing several solid punches and a sharp kick to the thigh. For the first minute she actually looked like she might pull off an upset.

Hellbilly promised him as he walked towards Kalbo(Bald), suddenly Kalbo rolled Hellbilly's eyes because he couldn't finish what he was going to say and delivered a kick to Hell Billy's balls. "Ahhh!! You ugly bald, I'm going to k*ll you!" He screamed at the pain that gripped his eyes. Then bald broke his left arm and made him fall on the table. The bald man moved quickly as if he knew a lot about the weakness of the Hellbilly's body. I saw Hellbilly's eyes on the fork Balbo was holding. "Now! Listen everyone I just want a silence." Balbo said calmly then released Hellbilly.

Why would she? Unfortunately for me, Matthias's right-hand man Tony Maggiano keeps coming down here and he thoroughly enjoys beating my ass. Being chained to the damn wall doesn't let me defend myself very well and I'm not exactly the fighter of my family. That would be Roberto who fights on the underground circuit. He boxes and also knows mixed martial arts.

I could feel his body trembling slightly. Bin still held me close, his breath hot and unsteady against my shoulder. I knew he was still seething, but at least for now, he was calmer. Outside, the sounds of fighting still echoed. The Garuda Steel boys were busy taking down the pierced guy’s crew. Then Hasan burst into the room, his face grave. He immediately rushed to Rocky, who was still on the ground with the knife lodged in his calf. “Rocky! Can you walk?” Hasan asked quickly.

"You sold me out!" Punch. "You coward!" Punch. "You filthy bastard!" Punch. Blood burst from Rocky's mouth. He collapsed to the floor, but I still kept hitting him. His cries became weaker. "I'm sorry! They made me do it! I had no choice! I needed to save myself! I didn't want to die!" I didn't care. His face became swollen as I kept hitting him. Blood covered my knuckles, but I still continued. Until finally… Rocky completely stopped moving.