The Boxer Webtoon Characters Novels & Stories

That guy whimpering in pain, his eyes turning black–and–blue. “Stop it! You will get trouble” I keep trying to separate them both but Felix did not care, he keeps boxing that guy over and over again until that guy almost lost his consciousness. “Stop, I can’t take it anymore!” That guy demand in a whisper and he almost lost his breath.

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

Emily wasn't just worried about Amelia getting bruised. Boxing could be brutal, and Thea and her crew might play dirty, possibly endangering Amelia’s life or leaving her paralyzed. Amelia just smiled. "Isn't life about standing your ground?" Carla clapped her hands together and said with a wicked grin, "There's a boxer they call the Boxing King. He fights in an underground ring. That's who you'll face. If you win, we lose the bet. But if you lose, both your and Emily’s lives are ours."

Harvey York casually wrapped his fists with white bandages, his expression neutral and unperturbed. His opponent, the boxer, studied him with an amused smile. “Bro, if I were you right now, I’d beg for mercy and leave. You really don’t want to play around with my fists. I can’t control how hard I punch. It’d be a real pity if you get beaten to death just because you wanted to look good in front of others.” Harvey smiled, but said nothing. He motioned for the boxer to come forward with his finger. The boxer’s grin died instantly, and he charged towards Harvey with all his might.

I look like a person dodging flies and other insect and not doing shadow boxing at all. I might be the next Mujahed Abby If I practice harder. "Who's Mujahed Abby Love?" He read my mind. He is really a werewolf I am still fighting my imaginary opponent. When Gideon ask. This fudger tried a right hook but I dodge. Take that motherfudger! "The boxer." "That's Muhammad Ali Love." "Same thing." I stop. Standing up straight I look at Gideon and smiled sheepishly. "Done?" I shrugged my shoulders.

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.

Xander explained. Crap! Why did Ace tell him? Who else knows?! “Oh.” I said as I looked down. I didn't know what else I could say. “Did he try something?” Xander asked as he motioned towards Gavin. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. You see, Xander and Damien have been my best friend since we were little and both of them are professional boxers. Xander doesn't really focus on boxing since he is the quarterback of the school's football team. But over the years, these two have trained me a little.

I googled him and found out his name used to be Mickey 'the mouse' Belvo. Two men are going head to head in the boxing ring. I stare as the match begins right before my eyes. I thrive in the art of boxing. It's always been a passion of mine and now that I am training once again, I find myself drawn more and more to it. One of the men I recognize as Manuel, Mickey's nephew. He is a bit on the young side, only twenty, but has a sick mother and three little brothers to care for. The other man I have never seen before but judging by all the other men watching the match as well, he is new here.

Bryan drew in a breath as he watched rich curls tumble down a face that was so exquisite, it belonged only in paintings, falling down to her waist the she dug her hand beneath her shirt and pulled out the binders she had used to bind her breasts. Bryan watched the under formed youth standing before him transform into one of the most beautiful women he had ever come across. Then he suddenly frozed when he realized that Buck's real identity is the Alex that he had know as the underworld martial artist champ. Bryan has always been selected in semi finals of the underground fights before that's how he knew the participants and those who won the fights. Bryan: is that really you The Alex? the mar

No, I didn't completely lose feelings for Leornado but I tried to push them at the back of my mind. I punched the red punching bag with a load of force angrily. My boxing trainer came up to me with a smile. His brown curly hair fell right above his eyes, and a scar on his cheek. He brushed back his hair from his eyes revealing his soft brown eyes. His arms were bulky and long tucked in his pockets as he approached me.