The Boxer Chapter 21 Novels & Stories

The lights dimmed, and a gravelly voice boomed over the speakers, crackling with energy that whipped the crowd into a frenzy. “And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for! He is the king of this ring, the master of pain! Introducing the reigning, remorseless, and undefeated champion… give it up for HUGO… ‘THE EXECUTIONER BEAST’!” Champion? The Executioner Beast? My breath hitched in my throat. My eyes locked onto the figure emerging from the shadows, and my world tilted. The man who had quietly cooked me a steak just an hour ago vaulted over the ropes into the boxing ring.

I leaned back in my chair, listening to him, but I was already bored. While Kael, as usual, was the one asking the more serious questions. Mr. Miller finally cleared his throat and leaned forward slightly. “Gentlemen, while the business opportunities are promising, there is a more pressing matter I need to bring to your attention.” He gestured to the large screen on the wall. With a few taps on his tablet, footage from the recent World Boxing Championship began playing. Lucian Crowe’s face filled the screen. He was cocky, sweating, and rose the belt high as the crowd roared his name.

Susan screeched anxiously, fear reflected on her face. She never thought that Damian was such a good fighter. At this point, Baxter was her only hope left! However, Baxter suddenly released his bat, and it fell to the ground with a thud. Then, he raised his arms in the air and shrugged at Damian, saying, "You're really good at this, man. I admit it. I surrender! And I'm not going to get involved in this anymore!" Then, Baxter hollered at the rest of his men on the ground. "You useless pieces of shit! What are you all waiting for? Let's go!"

Who would send him the box? He signed for it and looked at the sender. There was his father’s name. Before he could understand and think about how it could be, two big men came in and shoved him inside. Adi lost his balance and fell down, still clutching the box. “Give me the box,” shouted one of them, while the other came towards Adi, his hands extended to snatch the box. "Jacky, attack," commanded Adi. Out of nowhere, Jacky ran in and bit the man’s hand. As he held his bleeding hand, crying in pain, Jacky fell on the other one, his full weight made the burly man stumble and lose his balance.

Disappointment sweeps through me and I turn round, ready to go back into the lift when I hear a noise. Thwark! Thwark! Then it stops. I cock my head and listen. I don't have to wait long. Thwark! Thwark! I turn back around and follow the sound. It leads me into another room, which is bare, save for a boxing ring in the middle of it. Two men wearing black shorts, stand in fight-mode postures, facing each other. One lifts his hand and hits the other square in the face, and blood spurts. His movement seems slow, tired, like he's been at it for awhile. Meanwhile, the other man does nothing to stop the punch. All he does is bare his blood-soaked teeth. Something tells me he's smiling, although it

The boxer chuckled, wondering if Mama Sarah is stupid or what, to attack his body that can't be harmed with a pillar of a block, with her frail leg. Bang! The kick connected to his leg, his eyes widened in horror, and the pain made his head buzz. With another kick, he was forced onto his knees before Mama Sarah “this is much better, I can now see your face properly” Mama Sarah commented. The boxer nearly burst a vein, he blinked his eyes in disbelief, Mama Sarah didn't bother with him, she turned to Boss Cool. “Time to train” she snapped him out of his illusion. He swallowed nervously and started nagging “I would rather not train anymore, I love my size” waving his hands in panic.

If I make it to 10 minutes, it’s a draw. As much as I’m doing this for Harley I need to focus on the task at hand. I saw this guy fight a little earlier, he’s not bad, just a bit of a showoff. If I can make him tired and angry, he’ll unravel, so I do what all good boxers do; I wait and assess his weaknesses. The Beast is bigger than me. A little slower. A little clumsier. I dodge his shots, he dodges mine. What is that? He’s not entirely focused? Maybe he’s hesitant to hurt me for Harley’s sake? He lands a jab. Fuck, that’s not it. Focus you idiot.

I plead, but recieve no reply, and simply get pushed down on the sofa in the living room, in front of the television. Amber looks at Liam and lets out a deep breath. "Okay, you feeling okay, Soph? Everything fine?" she asks and I groan. "Just tell me." I demand and she nods, moving to the side, and then turns on the television. Axel. On BBC, there's a picture of Axel, leaving a building that looks a lot like a gym, and there's writing that says:"NEW CHAMPION: MEET THE BOXER WHO HAS BEATEN THE BEST FIGHTER IN THE WORLD!"

The boxer looked at Samuel, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Dude, be careful. My fists are not for fun. If you are killed by my fists, you should put in a good word for me when you meet Yama." Samuel smiled and didn't say anything. He crooked his finger at the boxer. The boxer's face turned grim. He exerted his strength with his legs and moved forward. Samuel leaned to one side to dodge the punch.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.