The Two Titans - Part One
The crowd was alive with anticipation, you could feel the excitement in the air and not a single person could keep still. The venue was part of an unlicensed, underground boxing group by the name of ‘Bare Knuckle Brawlers’. While this fight was not a bare knuckle brawl, it was privy to hosting such fights on occasion. The venue was almost a miserable murk of dark brown colours you’d expect to see from a nineteen-eighties dive bar but remaining inconspicuous was key to keeping this underground fight ring going.
This was the last fight of the night and the one everyone was waiting for. The two fighters about to step into the ring had been talking smack about each other over social media for the last three weeks. Insults were thrown, promises of knocking each other down in the first round were made and blood was destined to be spilled between them.
Harry “Atomic” Parry was in the red corner, ironically wearing his deep blue satin shorts with “Atomic” Embroidered right onto the belt line. He was wearing twelve ounce white gloves from Rival and the man was the definition of a beefcake. Muscles so bulked up and pronounced that the mere thought of fighting that man seemed like a death sentence. A popular fighter in the underground leagues and sporting a record with zero losses, he truly was one to contend with.
His opponent, standing in the blue corner was Zack “Gravedigger” Street. Standing at the same height and practically a mirror image beefcake of Harry, Zack was rocking his favourite fourteen ounce red Cleto Reyes with grey Everlast trunks to go with it. His low riding shoes were a classic black and white and a recent tattoo of a rose vine on his left ribs stood out proudly.
Heavyweight titles bouts wish they had the energy and excitement that this one did. For the past year, crowds had came to see both of these men slug it out in the ring against much lesser opponents who dared think they had what it took to take on these titans.
The time had come. Seconds out and the fight was about to begin. Zack, from across the ring, ran his glove across his throat to Harry, telling him everything he needed to know but Harry just kept a laser focused stare at him, never breaking contact and never once feeling intimidated by the beast across from him.
A burst forward from both fighters and they met in the middle of the ring in mere seconds and wasted no time getting to work. There was no steady, paced boxing here, just two animals going at it. Zack opened up with a right hook and left hook, both of which smashed into Harry’s jaw, sending a small slew of spit towards the crowd but he was not phased. He retorted instantly with an uppercut to the body, it felt like punching a cinderblock, not a single sound of pain from him nor any signs that the punch even rocked him. An uppercut landed flush right on Harry’s jaw which snapped his head back like he just got whiplash and a followed up straight to his marble abs sent him back into the ropes.
The crowd roared for every punch given and taken, there was not a dull moment in this fight and they were getting exactly what they wanted. Hands up to the sky, phones out to record the scrap and plenty of pictures would appear online along side the videos later tonight talking about how much of a grand spectacle the fight was and how sorry they felt for anyone who was not here to witness it.
Both fighters were working up a hell of a sweat, they could feel the sweat pooling on their foreheads and drops coming down into their eyes and nose, making each punch that connected with theirs heads send a spray of sweat across the ring.
A right body uppercut and a left body uppercut smashed into Harry’s body, Zack was winning this first round with flying colours, Harry just could not keep up with the barrage of blows he was sending out but he was taking each of them like a champ, showing no signs of hitting the canvas just yet. Zack may win the round but if he kept up this pressure and energy, he was going to be out of steam by the third round and that was when Harry could really mess him up but he had to make it that far. The punches were doing nothing to drop him yet but if he kept letting them land like this, they would start showing and he would not even see round three.
Harry began to block those crushing body blows and counter punch with a left or right hook to Zack’s head. The punches sent his shoulder length black hair spinning with his head, letting sweat fly from it and when he once again faced his opponent, his hair would be drenched and right in-front of his eyes giving him a undeniable look of hotness. An uppercut to Zack’s jaw snapped his his head back so far that he nearly flipped backwards. With Zack on the ropes, Harry crashed into him, getting into a clinch where he mercilessly punched his ribs until they turned bright red. Zack could feel his tattoo pain coming back with a vengeance with each punch. Zack was starting to groan out more and more in pain. Harry was taking control of the last few seconds of round one, because if Zack was going to win on points then Harry was at least going to make sure he suffered for it.
The bell rang out, ending round one and Zack pushed Harry off him with a look of anger consuming his face. The crowd was roaring, deafening, they were having the time of their lives and so far were on no ones side of this fight, they screamed for any punch that made a connection with the other fighter. As the two fighters sat down in their corners, they once more glared at one another. Both dripping with sweat and breathing hard through their mouthguard, it was still anyones fight and neither one of them was going to relent for even a single second.
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