Rocky Balboa Boxing Novels & Stories

Felicity smiles, giving me a small insight into the kickboxing world. Sitting, I listen to them announce the first fighter. Alex 'Bullet' Andrews. A loud applause and people cheering erupt through the building. I listen again as they announce Lorenzo 'Merciless' Pesci. The screams get louder, and I watch Lorenzo walk up and climb into the ring.

He nodded and wished his friend good luck. Meanwhile, per the usual, Rocky arrived at Michaels’ Enterprises during lunch break and took his spot, one hand raised with the placard, the other clipping the folder. He stood in the corner silently, but as with the previous days, his arrival did not go unnoticed - people eyed him curiously. About five minutes later, a TV van arrived, surprising everyone. Sighting Rocky Bolton these past few days conducting a one-man picket outside Micheals’ Enterprises has caught the snooping nose of reporters and television shows. Rocky, a man of great stature, a businessman, and a sought-after single male, added to their interest.

Quickly, I put back my mask and he nods in appreciation. This leaves me with more questions than answers. Who is this guy and why did he feel at ease when I put on my mask? It feels as if he was scared someone might recognize me. After putting on my mask, I move closer to the ring and sit there. "Now, the next fight is between our Salisbury, champion, never defeated, Theo, alias, Rabid Wolf, and Eastern Plains's champion, Rocky!"

"You can't get away, Quinn Norris!" "Give up and surrender! We'll consider giving you a quick death!" The black-robed martial artist in the lead was smiling sinisterly. He was a martial monarch called Rocky Lamb.

A faded scar cut across his brow, and his eyes were as deep and cold as the Cicelyan sea in winter. When he saw me, his face was stoic, though something in those dark gray eyes lit up. He set the wrench aside, took a clean rag, and wiped his hands carefully. "Donna Rossi, you're back." His name was Antonio Barbero, a wounded beast fighting for scraps. I pulled him out of a street fighting pit years ago. Back then, his Mamma was ill. He signed a death contract and stepped into illegal cage fights to pay for her treatment. In that lightless steel cage, he fought, soaked in blood, bones snapping under his boots. Challenger after challenger went down, but the bookies never planned to let an unco

Those scenes still sends sweet chills down my spine and I am very happy I did it with a woman of nobility . Rocky said touching his pocket and grinning mischievously . “ Now you will be my man if nobility here since I told you already . ” Rocky said closing his eyes for some seconds . He reached deeper into his pocket and brought a case gently with a name engraved on it . “ Meet my best friend , Mac .” “ He sure will like the feel of your neck too .” Rocky added with a sinister smile . He opened the case and brought out a shiny sharp edge curved cutting object mostly used in slicing vegetables .

“If that guy’s not part of the gym, he’s going to be in deep trouble when Dario comes out to fight. Rumor has it that Dario once crushed every one of his opponent’s fingers. That guy literally turned into a cripple!” “I didn’t expect I’d get to watch such an entertaining show today. Coming here wasn’t in vain!” The crowd rose into high spirits and grew enthusiastic. Every one of them looked forward to the next match, excited to see how things would progress. Tyson Woods’ expression twisted into nervousness. He was familiar with Dario’s background, and that Dario was Liam Stone’s most fearsome boxer. However, there was no way to stop the oncoming match. As Harvey had trampled on Liam’s reputa

I took it with a limit though and was careful not to get too high. One night, after a fight, I was approached by a guy. He looked like he was in his mid forties. He was huge and looked very scary. He had caramel skin and you could tell just by looking at him that he was a Hispanic. He waved me over to a quieter side of the building. "Hi, I am Horacio Marquéz. I work very closely with Romeo." The man introduced himself. "I'm Tony Caraballo." I said. "Oh, I know who you are. I have seen you fight and I have to say, you are very good."

It came waging back and we dodged Roque : I'm American actually Me: I can see that Roque : so what exactly do you do? Me: boxing Roque : wow... I'm an amateur boxer. Hoping to get better I smirked Me: let's see what you can do. Punch it He wore gloves and began to punch it. Well, he's good. Needs a little help 💛Andy💜 I tucked my hands into my joggers pockets and sighed at Roberto. He's been following me about and trying to make me talk. I stopped in front of the lockers and sighed

His body made a wet, thumping noise at it hit the mat. There was a hush. Everyone expected this fight to go the distance. I was more renowned for my stamina than punching power. Welcome to the world of light heavy-weight boxing. My problem with Madi had been I couldn't touch her. I hadn't even gone all out with Rhada and I dropped her with two jabs.