Tayler Holder Boxing Novels & Stories

Taylor answered, keeping his voice casual. Adrian studied him and asked, “What’s your name, young man? I don’t recall receiving an application from someone with a disability.” Taylor glanced down, realizing the misunderstanding. He stood up, answering, “I can walk just fine, sir. But to be a good wheelchair basketball coach, I need to walk the talk. I’ve been practicing for the past two hours.” He extended his hand, saying, “Taylor West, sir.” An assistant approached Adrian and whispered something in his ear.

Doc Fox deadpans. That Woman openly eyes Gator with disgust as if he is unworthy to be there with his tattooed hand outstretched. Gator can tell what her thoughts are and gives her a predatory smile. “Tee is the world champion in his weight class for mixed martial arts. He is undefeated,” Angel says, smiling at him openly with pride. “We are very proud of him,” Fox comments. That Woman places her hand in Gator’s. He brings her knuckles to his lips for a swift brush. “Oh exciting, I’m sure you are very proud.”

Genuine pride despite the fear evident on her face. 'What did you see?' I push for an answer, letting go of her. This is why we’re here after all. Annabelle turns back to me with youthful exuberance, glowing all over with self-pride and grinning ear to ear. 'He's hot! Like really hot, in a totally jaw dropping way. A bit older than my type, I'd say maybe late twenties, maybe even thirties. He was working out in a gym a with a coach. Boxing and kicking a bag and they were calling him 'Tay'.' She wooshes it all out in one breath then has to stop to catch air. Rambling like a hyper child.

But in their absence, I would swiftly hand over my possessions whenever Taylor demanded them. This situation led me to join a gym during my teenage years. It all began after watching a TV interview with a famous boxer who shared that he initially learned boxing as a way to defend himself against bullies at school. Through consistent workouts in the gym, he eventually pursued a career as a professional boxer. I didn't aspire to become a boxer, but I wanted to be able to defend myself when I was alone. One statement from the boxer resonated with me. He said, "These kids were the same size and height as me, but the only difference was that they had muscles, which gave them stamina. They took ad

Obliging, Colton sparked up, squinting as the flame stung his eyes. Billy Hudgins had been a helluva boxer; a menacing block of concrete with a ferocious jab and an ability to withstand even the fiercest of punches, but his physical days were long gone. Chain-smoking and a dependency on fast food had left him breathless and overweight, although his jab was still just as powerful. Colton had learned that the hard way. “How long is that fucking girl going to be following me around?” Billy snorted, smoke pooling from his nose like a goddamn dragon. “Until I find a suitable job for her. She’s not a trained boxer, got no fightin’ experience-”

I can’t wait to get my wife back and have my life in order again. “Where are you going?” Bryer asks as she pulls her naked body to a sitting position, using the duvet to cover up. “Malachi and I have a sparring match” I tell her and a look of confusion flashes through her face. “Since when do the two of you do that?” “He called” I answer with a smirk. “He will kill you” she blurts out, “if you don’t know, he was a boxing champion and he stopped five years ago. He is good at it, you should fear for your life”

Soundhound said and blasted Taylor’s legs and trapped him in agonizing pain. Unable to move, Taylor kneeled and ground his teeth in sheer pain. “If it’s any consolation, you will be the first to fall by my hands. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to take good care of your trident.” Soundhound was about to deal the final blow when Taylor thought back to the training sessions with his stepfather. He escaped Soundhound’s attack and maneuvered behind him to stab the guitarist then incapacitated the red champion. Taylor’s eyes opened wide in shock as he stepped back and left Barracuda pierced in Soundhound’s back. Soundhound dropped Vendetta then collapsed to his knees.

"Ryder!" He looked up, ignoring Jay's repeated taps on his lap. Grunts filled the air as both men struggled against each other. Ryder had the poor guy in an arm triangle submission, and it's been almost a minute. With a grunt, he finally let Jay go, pushing him away. He collapsed on the floor, while Ryder got out of the boxing ring, taking off his pad.

As their palms collided, Taylor's shadows dissipated under the onslaught of Alexander's blazing fist power. Despite Taylor's attempts to grab and fling Alexander away, Alexander swiftly transformed his fist into a palm, using a backhand strike to counter Taylor's grasp. With a sudden crouch, Alexander pulled Taylor toward him and delivered a ruthless headbutt to Taylor's nose—a simple yet effective street-fighting move.

"Oh, come on, you don't think I missed the Tapout sticker on your notebook?" I raised my brows in realization, "Ah." "So, are you a boxer?" "Kickboxing is my Forte. I have legs, I like to use them." Daniel laughed and suddenly one of the coaches that were by the ring walked up to me. He was tall but bulky, kind of like Sylvester Stalone in Rocky, he appeared to be around his 50's or so with peppered hair. "Did I hear someone mention kickboxing? We don't have many of those here."