Tayler Holder Boxing Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes at Taylor who let the smallest smile slip. She stepped forward again so that was my signal she was about to punch. I ducked under her flying arm and forced my fist up into her jaw, uppercutting her. She stumbled back in a daze and confused. I let her gather herself. She held her jaw in shock at how powerful I was. She was probably expecting me to be weak since I'm decently skinny. She swung at me, her fist colliding with my cheek. The next thing I knew I was staring to the side, looking down at the floor with blood dripping from my mouth. That's when I realised she has trained in boxing before.

I'd been so sure of myself, and here when the rubber met the road I couldn't do it. I washed my face and flushed the toilet, even though I hadn't used it. I put on my blue silk pajamas, and looked long and hard at myself in the mirror before walking back out into my room. "Okay, so who is this guy?" "Well, I told you, lifeguard." "I never pegged you for muscle bound jock types. You like 'em sensitive." "Taylor's also an artist. Studied at Pepperdine." "How old?" "Mid twenties. Short, bleach blonde hair, incredible legs and shoulders, ridiculous blue-grey eyes. You want more?"

After a bit, the short man relaxed, lowered the rode, and came to the door to close it. A towering young man strangled him as soon as the short man approached the door. Men flocked to him like wild hounds as he took his first step inside. He was stronger like an elephant that threw away the short man and fought with the remaining four. He was an expert fighter. He used to go to the gym daily. He was a taekwondo black belt. He had made his college boxing championship debut. He had no trouble with those four. "Please leave me." He could hear her voice coming from the bathroom. He vanquished all four and proceeded to the restroom. When he slammed the door, he noticed his wife struggling to esca

’ He shifted his position and threw a punch at Kayson’s chest once again, but his fist brushed past Kayson’s body just like before! Kayson dodged every other attack that followed after that in a very risky manner. Taylor noticed the strangeness soon but could not figure out the situation. He felt embarrassed at this exact moment because he was incapable of defeating a grandmaster like Kayson in a fight after such a long time! “Die!” Taylor shouted and threw an even more ferocious punch. Kayson suddenly pushed himself off the ground gently with the tip of his toes and appeared behind Taylor, his palm glistening with a fiery spark!

He leads us to some small warehouse, I think. “Tay Payne in the flesh,” a guy says, and they do a bro hug. “I want you to meet my wife, Olivia. Olivia, this is Hunter.” Tay introduces us. “Nice to meet you.” we do a handshake. “Is everything ready?” Tay asks. “Yes, boss, follow me.” we follow Hunter to a room. I watch as Tay puts something like bulletproof over his head with some things on it. “What is that for?” I ask. “So, you don't know what you are here for?” Hunter asks, amused.

“You are really despicable!” “Perhaps you should think back to what documents you've been signing over the last three years,” he pushed his hands into his pockets. “Or better still, why don't I put your lawyer on the line so you can have a lovely chat with him. Ask who the true owner of Taylor Holdings is.” My heart hammered hard against my chest. God, please let this be a joke.

He was a ninth-level grandmaster. He glanced at Qin Haodong and Hu Xiaoxian, who were sitting on the sofa. It seemed that he was dissatisfied with the fact that they didn't stand up to welcome him. He snorted and said, "Are you Qin Haodong?" Qin Haodong picked up a cup of tea on the table and took a sip. He cast a glance at him and said, "Yes. What can I do for you?" The middle-aged man said arrogantly, "Well, listen carefully. I'm Cha Bumkun and my teacher is Cha Taehang, the famous boxing champion in Koryo."

Ambrose took off his blazer and tossed it at Vincent. Vincent flailed around, trying to pull the blazer off his head. He disliked how it smelled like Ambrose! Despite that, Vincent still held on to the blazer. "I'll make the arrangements now. You're up in an hour. By the way, your opponent will be Black Tornado, who just won seven consecutive matches." The owner cheerfully ran off to sell the tickets. An hour later, the underground boxing arena put up a new sign.

After that, I turned to Holder, but I didn't engage in conversation with him. I grabbed the collar of Holder's shirt and threw him against the lockers as I threw him back and forth. I didn't let go of him, but instead I dragged him back and hit the back of his head into the metal. I gave him two punches to the gut, which made him double over, but more importantly, it knocked the wind out of him and prevented him from being able to fuck talk. I reached over and unlocked one of the tall lockers, pushed him inside, and then shut the door in his face after slamming it. I was aware that he was screaming, but I couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the words since I didn't give a damn about wha

I needed to wait for the right time to show Tina what I had found. It looked like the time would be sooner rather than later though. I was at the club. Tina was there with me every night now. Rider had been patched in already and was the club’s enforcer. At 6 foot 7, he was the perfect choice to be our enforcer. He spent a lot of time in the gym, so he had a muscular frame to match his tall stature. I taught him how to box at a young age and he went on to practice other forms of fighting.