One More Bout

Lover of boxing and gut punching!

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I wish I owned a pair of 14oz red lace up Cleto Reyes...

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Taking Requests

hey everyone!

I've been VERY wrapped up in creating and hosting my D&D campaign that I've neglected my boxing writing.

I'd love to work on some in-between my other projects, so if you have a boxing story you want me to write, I'm very much down!

It can be yourself Vs anyone, your OC's, whatever you'd like, so don't be afraid to get in touch and work something out with me.

(also taking actual boxing fight requests 😉)

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Why is it so hard to get gloved up and trade some punches for a few rounds? 🥊

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Really got the itch to get the gloves on and fight someone...

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Bangers & Boomerangs - Finale

Round after round, Nathan struggled to make the Australian take a nap on the canvas. He kept working the inside and outside with snapping, well placed body shots there were wearing him down hard. Constantly taking the wind out of him with hard landed hooks and combos but not without retort. In round 3, Nathan clocked the Australian with a punishing left hook that Hunter was clearly very proud of, leaving quite the shiner on his pretty face as well as some growing swelling yet it didn’t seem to affect Jayden’s performance, much to ‘Bam-Bams’ frustration. 

The sixth and final round was seconds out. Nathan was sweating hard against the turnbuckle, his abs glowing red raw from all the incredible body work of the Australian, whereas Jayden was slowly bleeding at the eye Nathan managed to keep successfully tagging. But it was a question of which fighter would drop first? Would Jacob or Hunter step in to end the fight to stop Jayden suffering a major injury or would the textbook body work of Jayden be enough to stop ‘Bam-Bam’ in his tracks. Everyone was about to find out.

The bell rang out.

Nathan could feel his stamina waining, making it to the centre of the ring felt like a slow crawl up a mountain but he made it and it was time for action. Jayden came in hot with a jab that tagged Nathan on the nose. He was too slow to react but he successfully blocked the follow up straight. He would have to keep his guard fast and tight if he wanted to still be standing when the round ended but Jayden had already wormed his way to the inside and was landing swift, hook combos to Nathan’s ribs and abs. 

He clinched the Australian tightly, in hopes of stopping and close quarters punching and to desperately catch his breath. He could feel the Australian trying to wiggle his way free. Jacob hollered for them to break it up and as they came out the clinch, Nathan smashed his glove into the cut on Jayden’s face, sending a small group of blood droplets onto the canvas, staining it. A smirk came across his face when he saw the damage that was done. But that was also a mistake…

Determined to end the fight here and now, Jayden showed no quarter.

A crushing left body hook to Nathan had him crash into the ropes and as Jayden closed the gap, he dived into him with a right uppercut that sent his mouthguard flying past the Australians face and the coup de grace, was a right hook to the head, that sent a pool of spit right outta his mouth and out of the ring.

Nathan crashed face first down to the canvas and let out a sigh of relief as he did. Jayden raised his hand in victory and Jacob rang out the bell signalling the end of the fight. Nathan was done.

All he could feel in the moment was pain. His body ached, his lungs grasped for every breath and his jaw ached from the final blow. 

Jayden spat out his mouthguard and left the ring in full, smug victory. Hunter climbed into the ring and went to help Nathan to his feet.

‘Come on, I got ya.’

Nathan struggled to say any sort of thanks but instead nodded his head at Hunter. As he got him to his feet and laid him up against the red turn buckle, Hunter turned to face Nathan and say one thing.

‘Next time, you are going to knock his arse out!’

From that moment, Nathan knew that he was officially taken under Hunter’s wing and that he just became his new coach.

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Bangers & Boomerangs - Part Two

It was only less that thirty seconds into the first round and Nathan was already living up to his moniker and proving it to the Australian. ‘Bam-Bam’ in his opening combo managed to pull of a left hand jab right on his nose, followed by a crushing right hook to the jaw and finished beautifully and accurately with a stinging left uppercut right on the chin that snapped Jayden’s head back like he had just got whiplash. 

There was a look of approval on Hunter’s face at that moment. Perhaps he was admiring Nathans skill? Or maybe he just took simple pleasure in seeing the Australian take a nice beating right out of the gate, either way, he was rooting for him from start to finish in this fight. 

The blows came as a blur and surprise for Jayden but found his opponents skill admirable non the less but he had to focus, get his head in this fight. The Australian ducked to avoid a left hook he saw come barreling towards him and as he did, he tagged Nathan with a quick right uppercut to his abs. He felt his glove sink into his body for a fraction of a second and followed up with a stunning left hook to his ribs which rocked his body ever so slightly but as he came back up to raise his guard, Jayden got tagged right down the pipeline with a powerful, right hand straight that sent his back onto the ropes.

‘Yeah!’ Hunter yelled out from his ringside spot. Meanwhile, Jacob was focused on watching this fight, studying and analysing both opponents strengths and weaknesses. It was almost like having Teddy Atlus running commentary at ringside but if his vocabulary was diminished after taking perpetual and fresh punches to the head.

Against the ropes, Jayden held his guard up high and tight as the barrage of blows bounced off one after another and in rapid succession too. 

‘Bide your time.’ Jayden thought to himself. He was cool and collected. Bam-Bam may have being keeping up the pressure but he could only keep it up for so long. When he next targeted his head or body, he would react accordingly. Counterattack with a fast, dizzying punch that would get him off the ropes and Nathan on the back foot. 

His patience paid off and his moment came. As Nathan landed a solid right hook to his body, that threatened to take the wind out of him and stop the counter attack, his instinct kicked in, shrugged off the blow and retorted with a powerful albeit sloppy right hand haymaker. Slamming painfully right into Bam-Bam’s jaw, the force of which sent him spinning down onto the canvas.

Hunter’s jaw dropped and Jacob’s eye brows raised. Shiny, light-orange gloves raised in pre-emptive victory as Hunter started shouting the ten count from his spot by the ring. Just over a minute was left on the clock.

‘1…2…3…4…5…’

Nathan was in complete disbelief, how the fuck did that just happen? No time to worry about that now, he had to get back on his feet and straight back into this fight!

‘7…8…’

He rose back to his feet, tapped his right glove off his forehead and went straight back into it. Jayden had a smug look on his face and taunted Nathan, beckoning him forward, to do his worst, to bring on the retribution that was burning in his eyes. Time for a taste of his own medicine!

Bam-Bam launched a left hook that Jayden blocked with ease but using his speed and burst of adrenaline, he came back in with a right hook to the body, a left hook to the head which sent a spray of sweat across the ring and finished off with a right hook to the head which discharged the spit that was pooling around his mouthguard. Now it was Nathan’s turn to have a smug look on his face. This fight was heating up by the minute but just as they were ready to go back at it, the bell rang out signalling the end of round one.

They retreated back to their corners for a minutes respite. Hunter was in shock and awe, this fight was a thrill to watch and he was almost sad that the round had to come to an end. He turned to Jacob.

‘This is a hell of a fight, right?’

Still with a look of concentration on his face, Jacob turned to meet his friends gaze.

‘Absolutely. Kind of a shame this isn’t an exhibition.’

Hunter nodded his head in agreement. Too right. It really was too bad this was not a fight happening in a packed out venue, the crowd would have been going wild and that first round knockdown would have been a highlight for either best of fastest knockdown of the year. But the whole fight was still ahead of everyone and who knows what round two would bring?

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Bangers & Boomerangs - Part One

Hunter and Jacob were on their last round of their little Sunday Funday as Nathan walked in the gym, passing by the ring where Hunter was taking a quick beating against the ropes. A few days ago Nathan made friendly with a fighter he had seen about a few times before, Jayden. He had heard about the bout between Jayden and Hunter and learned that he was very fond of going for the body. Taking the wind out of his opponent and then going in for the kill. 

‘Bam-Bam’ had been training hard these last few weeks for an upcoming professional bout but to every fighters dismay, the fight fell through due to his opponent dropping out to a training injury and no one was available to stand in, leaving Nathan high and dry, which did not please him in the slightest. So, he had weeks and weeks of training and frustration to unleash and Jayden was the target he had set his sights on. 

The locker room was quiet, inside you could hear the muffled sounds of punching bags getting destroyed and to Nathan’s ear, the unmistakeable sound of the final bell, seems Hunter and Jacob had finished going at it for yet another Sunday. Nathan was envious of the camaraderie they shared. They were rivals yet close friends, Nathan only had a single rival to count. Liam…

Snapping back to reality, ‘Bam-Bam’ was already wrapping up his hands, a fresh set fitting snug around his hands and knuckles and in the bag was the rest of his kit. His grey and black Everlasting 14oz’s and his matching brand trunks in red and white that went down to his knees. 

As Nathan finished tying up his high top boots, Hunter walked in, breathing hard, dripping with sweat and you couldn’t miss the shiner that was forming on his right eye either. They shared a passing glance and nodded at one another. The ring was empty, the gym was quiet, it was his turn now and he couldn’t fucking wait. 

Stepping through the ropes and into the red corner, Nathan began warming up with some stretches and light shadowboxing. Working his jab and following up with a hard right straight down the pipeline. He had to keep reminding himself that his opponent was an inside fighter, he was going to aim and work the body - Nathan made sure his hooks were tight and his uppercut accurate.

As the muscles got loose and the footwork started flowing, Jayden climbed into the ring. Nathan was not sure where the hell he came from, he didn’t see him walk into the gym nor the locker room but it didn’t matter, he was here now and raring to go!

Hunter and Jacob, looking both a little worse for wear, were stood ringside operating the digital timer for the two fighters. Jacob suggested setting it for five rounds at two minutes per round. Hunter has nodded his head in agreement and programmed it so, as he was tinkering around with it, Nathan and Jayden met in the middle of the ring to touch gloves. The stare down was intense, Jacob could practically feel it from the other side of the ring, he could sense these two were about to get feral with one another, making his fight with Hunter just now look like a tame sparring session. He was happy to have a ringside ticket to this.

The gloves touched and they both went back to their corners, the bell rang out and the fight began.  

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The Two Titans - Part Three (Finale)

The rounds went on. The warriors did what they do best. The crowd was blowing up with every punch. Every blow begged for a roaring encore, each droplet of blood and sweat was taken and earned by both fighters. This was the final round and both men were oddly surprised they made it this far. By now they each expected the other to have bitten the dust and be taking a nap on the canvas but here they stood, in their corners, still looking each other in the eye from across the ring. They were positively drenched in sweat, it poured off their head like a waterfall. Their hair lathered in sweat, caught on their face only moving when getting slugged with a punch hard enough to give each other whiplash. Faces were bright red, drool was pooling against the mouthguard and spots of red raw muscle on each others bodies from where each warrior had been tagged.

There was no single doubt that this was one of the greatest underground boxing fights that had ever taken place, a tale for the ages. It would go down in the history books, no other fight could ever live up to this one, people would tell their friends only being able to sum it up to the old phrase, ‘You just had to be there.’

Breathing harder than ever just to get a small amount of air in their lungs, the bell rang out signalling the beginning of the final round. Cautiously, both men walked to the centre of the ring to meet one another face to face for the last time. Their guards were low, the punches now only came in singles and the clinching was numerous and necessary. 

It almost felt like neither fighter wanted to throw the next punch, they were indeed running on fumes and the thought of throwing a single blow that could miss just felt behind exhausting to even think about but if one of them were to land a punch at just the right time and place, then maybe they would be invigorated with a second wind, a pure surge of adrenaline that would end this fight. 

But someone would have to sooner or later as the crowd grew restless and if no one did anything soon, they would swarm the ring and finish the fight themselves. Zach made the first move and mustered enough energy and power to foolishly throw a wild haymaker at his opponent. It was blocked just in the nick of time but the power behind it broke Harry’s guard. He couldn’t block another punch like that, he would have to either use what footwork he had left in him or hope that steel chin of his wasn’t showing any cracks. 

Zach came back with another lethargic blow that destroyed Harry’s guard and snapped his head to the right, a string of sweat from his flowing hair stained the already filthy canvas and a blob of drool escaped from his mouthguard, that was just barely clinging to his teeth. It was not looking good for Harry, even he was not sure how much more he could take. He didn’t have anything left in him to fight back but he could at least outlast the round. Maybe…

A left body hook from Zach, a right body hook and then finished with a left body uppercut. The combo was slow and lacked the brute force he had shown throughout the fight but his determination was there, that warriors heart would beating harder than even, if he was going to take this win, he couldn’t stop now!

Zach launched a right uppercut to Harry’s chin and it connected beautifully. His head snapped back just how he liked it, sending blood and sweat wildly up into the air and falling down on them both like a fine mist of rain and with that one punch, Harry too fell back.

The world was silent for a moment between the punch clocking that steel chin and the crashing sound of the canvas. The crowd was beside itself, roaring into the air as Zach held up his glove in victory. Harry was writhing around on the canvas, dazed, lost and confused while Zach wanted to fall to his knees and take a long, well earned sleep. This was a fight neither men were going to forget and if word of a rematch was even breathed near them, you could bet they would be back in the ring together ready to tear each other apart once again. 

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Thanks once more to @looking4first31 for requesting this story between to great fighters!

I do also wanna apologise again for my taking so long on releasing the finale of this story! My plate has been VERY full lately but we got there eventually.

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What does a dude have to do to get boxing gear on with someone and have them work me over in the corner until I'm knocked down?

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Old Friends, Forever Rivals - Finale

The rounds passed by with both sluggers giving it their all. Jacob was rocking a shiner on his right eye from all the left hooks he had been fed with his body starting to flair up red from countless body shots he was shrugging off. Meanwhile Hunter had a small cut above his left eye, blood was dribbling down his face and his shorts were stained red.

The fifth and final round beckoned. This was one of the hardest, bloodiest Sunday Funday’s the duo had engaged in and they loved and lived for every second of it. This was what it was all about, pushing each other to their very limits, earning and respecting the power and talent of each other as fighters. This kind of friendship, brotherhood and camaraderie could only be earned through the sweet science of boxing.

Seconds out and the bell rang. Both fighters clapped their gloves together and set about ending this bout. Hunter wanted badly to take him down and see him looking up at him on the canvas after the countless times Bishop had done the same to him but Jacob just couldn’t stop taunting Hunter, and pummelling the cut on his head, as well as beating against those toned abs that never seemed to stop bouncing off his punches, no matter how hard and deep he sank them into him.

In the centre of the ring, a left hook landed flush on Jacob which had him in a brief daze only for a couple of seconds but in those small seconds, Hunter managed to let off a left hook, right hook and left uppercut combo, the uppercut landing perfectly square on Jacob’s chin, snapping his head back violently that it could have snapped. Bishop shook his head and gave Hunter a smirk, telling him ‘Well done, but here I come!’

Hunter put up his guard as Bishop unleashed a powerful barrage that threatened to break through his guard with each punch. Stepping back with each blow until Jacob finally had him on the ropes where he wanted him, he began a blistering powerful series of hooks and uppercuts to the body. Some punches tagging his ribs which made Alexander groan with pain, feeling like his bones were about to fracture at any moment while the punches aimed at his abs seemed to take the wind out of him. He was in big trouble now, Bishop was known for never backing down when he had his opponents right where he wanted them, and with no air getting into his lungs and the pain to his body starting to become too much, a final uppercut to Hunter’s jaw sent his back into the ropes once more where he then fell flat on his arse for the ten count. 

Bishop raised his hand in triumph and turned to look down on Hunter and slowly count him out.

His speech was slightly slurred through his slightly bloodied mouthguard but there was no mistaking any of the numbers.

‘Two…Three…Four…Five…’

‘Get up! Come on GET UP!’ The voice screamed in his head. He began to move, getting to his knees by the time Bishop had counted to seven. Just as a clutch save, Hunter had made it to his feet by the time he reached nine but he was in bad shape. He was still out of breath, one glove practically holding his stomach and his cut still leaking precious blood out all over his shorts and spots on the canvas. Bishop bashed his gloves together and wasted no time going in for the kill. This fight was all his, the question was, how would he finish off Hunter? He could play around with him at this point. Maybe he could show him some mercy and let him see out the round still stood on his own two feet? Perhaps, but only if he wasn’t gagging for this win over his friend and rival. Hunter staggered back into the corner, knowing this fight was over, he was not going to be able to claim victory this time, so he accepted his fate.

Left uppercut to the body, a grunt of huge pain. A right body hook, sinking deep into his ribs, almost causing him to crash down face first onto the canvas. A left uppercut right to the solar plexus, a deep cry of pain came from behind Hunter’s guard and when it dropped, Jacob went in for the kill, in the most insulting way he could think of.

Bishop wound up his left hook as far back as it would go and then unleashed hell on Hunter’s face. Alexanders head snapped around violently, blood, sweat and spit bursting forth and spilling everywhere. His body followed in the direction his head was spun and in a dazed, blurred state, he crashed down face first to the canvas, not moving but breathing hard.

Jacob spat out his mouthguard by his friend, ‘Looks like we won’t be needing a ten count.’

The fight was over, another Sunday Funday in the bag and a win added to Jacob’s scoreboard. He helped Hunter up off the canvas and both men plodded themselves down in the corner and removed their gloves. Hunter held out his hand, ‘Good fight.’

Jacob looked at his hand then back to his face and smiled gently, ‘Good fight, my friend.’

They both shared a small laugh, Hunter spat out a wad of spit and blood and they both started to reminisce of the fight that just occurred. And that is just how it was with them, how it would always be between them and they would never change a thing about it.

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And once more, with gusto, dedicated to one of my best friends: @captaincaffeinatedgradstudent78

You'll always be my number one boxing buddy, my Meadlock to my Drake.

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Old Friends, Forever Rivals - (Part Two)

This was an old, familiar yet always welcome sight to Hunter. Seeing his friend across the ring in the blue corner warming up for the fight ahead. As per usual, he brought along his signature dark green trunks with the white trim and bright red gloves that you would always see coming towards your head when his solid hooks landed flush.

Jacob was recently hot off a win against heavyweight talent Brodie. He had been making waves in the boxing community and Jacob could not wait to get a piece of him and boy did he get it. Brodie swore revenge in a bout in the future but Jacob paid it no mind, knowing that when the time came again, he could have him down and out in the first couple rounds. Again.

Seconds out and the two friends, now rivals in this ring were more than ready to duke it out once again. The digital echo of the bell rang out and reverberated against the concrete walls and another fight between them had begun. They knew each others tactics inside and out, making every subsequent fight all the more difficult. Jacob knew Hunter always opened up with a jab, it was boxing 101 after all but Jacob was known to always open with a hook, so Hunter decided to turn the tables for once and landed a solid left hook on Jacob’s head that almost snapped all the way around. A small smirk came across Jacob’s face, he respected what Hunter just did but he would also make him pay for it…

Jacob left his body wide open for Hunter to go to town on, he knew Hunter would never be able to resist. Body work was his favourite and when the opportunity presented itself, he would never pass it up. And, as predicted, Hunter stepped forward with a stinging straight right into Bishop’s gut. Followed by a jab, another straight then an uppercut just below the solar plexus. Each punch hit like a rock and Jacob could feel the pain in full but showed no signs of breaking, he even started backing up into the corner, letting himself get trapped as Hunter pounded away at him. Mixing it up with headshots between all the body work, sweat and spit was flying off Bishop in every direction and Hunter was starting to work up a hell of a sweat of his own.

Just as Hunter was about to dig in deep with a right body hook, Jacob unleashed a crushing left hook right into Hunter’s head that sent him back into the centre of the ring. Before Alexander could regain his composition, Jacob had already chased him into the middle of the ring and landed a right hook to his head, making Hunter clench down hard on his mouthguard. His guard was up, blocking those cinderblock hands, he tried his best to not start moving back towards the corner or the ropes but those heavy punches said other wise. A left uppercut right into Hunters abs made him lurch forward in pain where Bishop followed up with a right hook to the head once more. A slew of spit broke through his mouthguard with a hard grunt of pain, Bishop always meant business in the ring and there was never an exception, even for friends.

The bell rang out signalling the end of round one and Jacob held his fist high in victory. He won this round, no doubt about it but there was still plenty more to go, the question on Hunter’s mind was, could he last long enough?

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Dedicated to my good friend @captaincaffeinatedgradstudent78 Once again, thanks again for being my go to boxing buddy and thanks for all the Sunday Funday fights we have had!

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Old Friends, Forever Rivals - Part One

Sunday morning. The gym had been closed for the entire morning by Hunter. He forked out a decent amount from his last purse win just to do this but it would be worth it. His old friend, Jacob Bishop was in town which only meant one thing. A fight.

Hunter had always been a middleweight but Jacob was moved into the heavyweight class halfway through his career, so the chances of them meeting publicly in the ring were smaller than the genitals on a nat. However, there was nothing to stop these two gearing up for a fight on their own terms, and thus they were making it happen. For a couple years now the two had been meeting up on occasion for a Sunday brawl, it occurred so often they eventually dubbed it ‘Sunday Funday.’ The win loss ratio was definitely a mixed bag, both fighters had their share of wins and losses against each other. Sometimes in the space of one round, sometimes taking up the entire slot of rounds and coming to a decision but the point was, their fights were always interesting. If this had been a public exhibition match, they no doubt would have sold out of tickets on the spot each and every time they fought.

Hunter was already geared up and waiting in the ring for his friend. He had made an early start to his day just for this, earlier than he normally would for one of his career bouts but something about these fights were extra special, to the both of them. They both believed in leaving it in the ring, soon as the gloves were on and both feet in the ring, friendship was off the table and it was a fight till one emerged the winner. With Jacob being in the higher weight-class, he had an inherent advantage. He was tough and he was strong, but so was Hunter. With an indomitable will and true heart of a fighter, Hunter could stand up to the mightiest of Jacob’s punches and come back for more. It was incredible and surely even impossible to walk away from the power behind Jacob’s hooks and haymakers, yet here Hunter was. Hunter recalled a time a few months back during one of their Sunday Funday fights where he lost in the first round, Jacob had clearly been pissed off that day and definitely took the anger out on Hunter, downing him a full three times for a TKO. Each time Hunter went down with a loud bang, rocking the canvas and shaking the ropes violently. On the final knockdown he took a sharp and violent hook right to the jaw that made a sickening cracking sound, as well as sending a sinew of blood and spit across the ring, followed by his mouthguard. Jacob had roared out in victory that morning before coming to the aid of his friend and helping him up off the canvas.

Snapped out of his trace of memories, Jacob walked through the doors of the gym, duffle bag of gear slung over his right shoulder as he made his way to the changing room to gear up. They both gave a nod to each other. Hunter did some light shadow boxing waiting in the red corner while Jacob got ready.

This was going to be fun.

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Dedicated to my good friend @captaincaffeinatedgradstudent78

Thank you for always supporting me in my own real life boxing, my creative endevours and sharing a big boxing passion together!

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The Two Titans - Part Two

Harry bit down hard on his mouthguard and the bell rang out for round two. Like the first round, they wasted no time meeting each other in the middle. Animals. Fighters. Warriors. They were both out for blood this round and each punch was a testament to that. Zack came flying into the middle of the ring with a wild left haymaker that Harry just barely managed to block. He felt his guard tremble from the power behind that punch, as well as the ones that followed suit. He was stuck, on the defensive, taking blow, after blow, each one slowly weakening his guard, he had to do something, now!

A duck from a right hook that was countered with a swift, precise and hard right hook to Zack’s ribs then a uppercut to the chin that grazed the hairs. After stepping back from the body blow, Zack was caught with a right hook right on the cheekbone. The pain burned and the dull ache from where it landed was soon forgotten about when a jab and straight combo came right down the pipeline, crushing his nose against the glove. For a split second, he thought he could feel blood ready to pour out but nothing did. Keeping his head in the game and focused on his opponent who was starting to come into his own this fight, Zack took the time to get into a clinch to take just a few sweet seconds to catch his breath and recalibrate himself. Harry grunted as Zack was holding on so tight that Harry couldn’t even slip a few body punches in. Breaking away from Harry, Zack threw a cross that popped right on Harry’s nose, letting free a small trickle of blood.

A smirk burst out across Zack’s sweat soaked face and his mouthguard shone bright contrasted against the venue lights. Harry looked angry and that just made Zack all the more chuffed with himself. He was getting the better of Harry, there was no doubt but from Harry’s point of view, Zach looked like he was starting to run on steam. His breathing was hard and fast, mouth wide open, sweat dropping from his head and the streaks of hair that attempted to disrupt his vision. They stood two feet apart, just waiting for someone to make a move and the crowd was screaming for them to tear each other to pieces. They came to see a brawl, they came to see a fight and they came to see blood.

Zack let our a roar and crashed into Harry, pushing them both into the ropes. ‘Gravedigger’ let out a barrage of body blows into Harry, turning his solid abs red and making them softer with every blow and every grunt of pain that escaped his lips. He grunted and roared the punches in as Harry desperately tried to push Zack away to get some distance but he would not budge. Such an overbearing weight pressed against him, he could feel his sweat and body heat between the punches. The pain with each hissed in punch was growing more and more unbearable and Zack was just not letting up. He was relentless, like a machine, not slowing down or losing power. Harry was biting down so hard on his mouthguard he was leaving teeth marks. Each punch made him grab Zack harder and harder, curling forward as each blow made him moan out now in genuine pain. He was not going to stop, he wanted him down for the count and that is exactly what Zack achieved. After the all out attack on his body was complete, he looked up to see a red glove in a blur and he felt his head snap back. Sweat poured back from him, his mouthguard now melding with his teeth and the distinct taste of blood running down the back of his throat from his nose.

‘Atomic’ had hit the canvas and hard. His back was resting on the ropes as his legs were spread eagle on the canvas. Zack had his fist up in triumph as the ten count begin. His body was now bright red from the punches Zack delivered and he ached like hell from it. A short catch of breath in and out. He began to get to his feet as the ten count reached four. The crowd had totally lost it now, they threw random objects up into the air from sheer reaction from seeing Harry take a fall and it was deafening. Pain, noise, blurred vision and panic. Harry had never seen the canvas before tonight, he should be angry, he should be on his feet tearing Zack apart for what he just did. But he was in such a daze, he didn’t know right from left but he knew he had to be back on his feet and fast!

Zack was dancing on his toes in the neutral corner, he was clearly ready for more and the adrenaline must have been surging through him. He had to get up, he wanted Harry to get up, he was far from done playing with him yet and to take a win so easy and early was no fun at all, for anyone.

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Once more, thank you to @looking4first31 for the request, part three coming later this week!

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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.

Ding ding

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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Nemesis - Part Three (Finale)

During rounds two and three the two fighters had slugged the hell out of each other. Liam was sporting the beginning stages of a black eye with some mild swelling to accompany it while Nathan’s face and body were becoming bright red for the sheer heat and stress from the fight. Half way during round four Bam-Bam did sustain a bloody nose from those sniper like crosses Liam was so good at breaking through his guard with but the blood had subsided for now but one more solid bop on his nose like that and he would be going home with a broken nose.

Nathan thought he would have had this fight in the bag by now, he was connecting with plenty of his punches and landing solid combos to Liam’s abs and solar plexus but he kept standing, it was both frustrating and impressive. A lot of the best fights in boxing came from when both fighters had an indomitable spirit and the pure bread heart of a fighter. Round after round of boxers slugging each other and walking off punches that would have put any lesser man to sleep in the hospital for a day but not these two.

They were deep into round five with only a minute and a half left before the fight was over. The crowd had reached max capacity and everyone was shouting at them. Telling them to duck and weave, block and counter, every tactic in the book but they still paid them no mind.

A hard left hook to Nathan’s ribs had a slew of spit fly out his mouth while a right hook to Liam’s face had droplets of blood and sweat mixed together to create a murky spray. They were breathing hard with only their guards half raised, both theirs heads and bodies were open targets and it came down to which fighter had the greatest endurance left in them. Sooner or later one of those well placed punches was gonna put the other down, it was only a matter of time. Nathan threw a jab cross combo that went right down the pipeline, creating a blur of grey and sweat in his vision that was slowly fading on the left side. Each right hook that was coming Liam’s way was getting harder and harder to see, each sting from the leather closed his eye more and more until he couldn’t see from it anymore. Punches were hissed loudly, the smack of the leather gloves reverberated on the floor of the ring and the grunts of pain from both warriors was unmistakable.

Liam threw himself into a clinch onto Nathan, he could feel how hot their bodies were running, the sweat from both of them almost sticking them together. Liam was breathing deep into Nathan’s ears and he slugged in a few slow and weak body punches that didn’t phase Nathan. Bam-bam let the punches land and took the time to catch whatever breath he could. He was going to finish this fight, he had to, by the sounds and feel of it, those punches were losing some momentum and it didn’t look like Slinger was going to hang on for much longer. Johnson pushed Liam off him and he fell backwards onto the ropes, at the mercy of his opponent. This was it.

Nathan, with what steam he had left, rushed forward to keep Liam against the ropes and unleashed a barrage of random punches hoping that any one of them would be the one to drop him. Liam’s guard was barely there and he took hooks to the face, causing his swollen eye to get worse, body uppercuts which hand him standing on his toes and rocked left to right as his ribs got pounded. The crowd was beside itself, electrified by the show on display. ‘Finish him!’ ‘Knock his ass out!’ ‘Fuck him up!’ He could not have asked for better support from the crowd and with a wound up right hand, a uppercut crashed into Slinger’s jaw that sent his mouthguard up into the air and sweat sprayed all over Nathan’s face. Liam Slinger crashed down face first into the canvas like he just dropped dead. There was a moment of hesitation and then Nathan raised his hand up I glorious victory. Liam was not getting up from that and the crowd went wild, almost storming the ring. A couple of the by standers, stepped into the ring to help Liam to his feet. He was dazed, confused but above all, angry. He had been made a fool of. Too weak to even say anything or stand in his own two feet, he was carried out the ring and taken off to the back rooms to receive some first aid for the damage to his eye.

Nathan revelled in the sweet victory he had earned while in the back room, Liam made a vow to face Bam-bam once again in the ring and that the next time they meet, he would be faster, stronger and better than he is now. He would turn the tables on Johnson and enact retribution for the humiliating loss he suffered here today.

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Nemesis - Part Two

Resting against the turnbuckle in the blue corner, Liam would not wipe the smug look on his face. He walked away believing he won that round or at least got the better of Nathan and that was all he needed. The truth was so far they both seemed equally matched, both men gave as good as they got. For every jab, cross, hook and uppercut landed, it was returned in full. Liam worked his shoulders up and down to stop the sweat on his back sticking to the leather. His face was growing red from the heat and there was not a single spot on his face or body that wasn’t gleaming with sweat.

Nathan cracked his neck left and right, keeping a steady gaze on his cocky opponent. He had talent, skill and a handle on the control of the ring, too many times in that one round Nathan had realised all too late that he was getting backed into a corner or feeling the brush of the ropes on his back, all the while trying to fend off those powerful crosses. If he was going to turn this fight around he would either have to gain control of the ring for himself or turn up the intensity on his punches, always making sure to follow up with a second punch that would either take the wind out of Liam or put him on his back, spread eagle on the canvas and looking up with a mix of daze and shock.

He would have to make a decision now as the bell rang out to signal the start of round two, as the two forces of nature went at each other, they were starting to amass a crowd. Everyone in the gym who was here training working out or just even passing by took notice of the fight going on and it had them enthralled, unable to look away or do anything else. They simply had to know who was going to win this fight. There were people cheering for both sides but to Nathan and Liam, they didn’t notice it at all. All their attention was on each other, looking for opening, blocking and counterpunching, they couldn’t worry about who was the fan favourite right now.

Liam ducked to dodge a swift right hook from Nathan and retorted with a crushing left hook to his ribs that caused him to stumble almost daftly into the ropes. For a second his arms rested on the top rope but it was enough for Liam to take immediate action! A flurry of hooks smashed into Nathan’s body, sinking deep and leaving a red mark from each impact. The breath was punched out of him and with each hook and uppercut to his toned abs, had him curling forward in agony until the opening was found and a devastating left uppercut collided perfectly right on Nathan’s chin, snapping his head back like he suffered whiplash and his teeth making imprints into his mouthguard. He fell to this canvas on his ass, looking confused where he was while Liam raised his hand up in victory. The crowd hollered for the spectacular knock down they just saw and the ten count began.

Leaning his weight onto the ropes, Nathan climbed his way back to his feet by the time the ten count had reached six and by seven his guard was back up, his head was in the game and he was ready to tear into the smug little shit that just floored him. Slinger’s eyes went wide in a sarcastic shock as Nathan came back in for more, a smirk on his face emerged but it would be soon wiped clean off his face. Nathan would not stop until Liam was on his back, lying in a pool of his own sweat, shame and defeat.

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Nemesis - Part One

Azteca Club De Boxeo. A famous boxing gym located in the heart of Mexico, locals from all round came here to train and push their bodies to the limit. The sweet science was admired and revered here, no matter the time of day, you could always find at least someone working up a sweat on the punching bags or going a couple of rounds in the ring. The heat made for some intense and gruelling workouts but if a boxer was not pushing themselves to the limit then could they even call themselves a fighter?

Nathan was taking a short holiday and found himself at Azteca, no matter where a fighter found themselves in the world, a boxing ring was always nearby and they always heeded its sweet call. With a gym bag full of his gear slung over his shoulder, Nathan wasted no time making his way into the outdoor gym. Around him, punches were being hissed, sweat poured generously from everyones brows and the atmosphere itself was electrifying. It was still morning but the sun felt like it was at its peak, he had not even gloved up and Nathan was already working up a sweat. Locating the lockers to change, he slipped into his deep red and bright white shorts, popped in his mouthguard and finally his grey Everlast 12oz beauties. Wrapped, protected and ready to fight, he made his way to the ring where someone was already waiting in the blue corner, warming up and looking to brawl.

He was not from around here either, perhaps American? Definitely in the same weight class as Nathan and the same height, how fortuitous. The stranger was rocking a pair of dark green and black shorts with the same colour black for gloves, it was a good outfit on him, most suited indeed but Nathan was not here to judge fighters fashion. Climbing into the ring and setting up in the red corner, the man across from him locked eyes with Nathan and did not break contact. Bam-Bam stretched in the corner and did some light shadow boxing to get his blood flowing, all the while his opponent in waiting was staring him down. The opponent in question was Liam Slinger. A lightweight hailing from the state of Massachusetts, like Nathan, he was only just beginning his career, a fight was lined up four days from now for Liam’s second professional fight. Seemed only natural he would be here training everyday until the big event. He was only on the undercard for the night but that didn’t make the fight any less special or important. There would be eyes on that fight and if Liam could impress enough he could crawl out of the undercards and be the main event of the night, it was what he always dreamt of.

Both fighters were ready and eager to get it on. Diligently, the pair made their way to the centre of the ring to touch gloves and wait for the bell to ring. Liam still kept that predator like stare on Nathan, he wanted a piece of him and would no stop till he did. ‘You’re dead.’ Liam said with a grim tone. Nathan knew from that moment that he was not here to play around or just go for some light sparring, he was out for blood and if he was not careful, he was going to get it. Liam bashed his gloves against Nathans and raised his guard. Seconds out…

Both men already had a thin layer of sweat covering every inch of their head and bodies, and that sweat was only going to get worse and start staining the canvas when the punches started flying. The bell ran and the two fighters met each other in the centre of the ring with their guard up. The dance had begun and it was anybodies move.

A jab from Liam, blocked by Nathan. Another jab and then a left cross, blocked once more. Nathan followed up with a jab, also blocked by Liam but then slipped to the left and let a left hook find home, the first punch had been landed and Liam did not like that one bit. Slinger hissed back with a right hook and left body hook that clapped Nathan’s ribs with ease and stung a little too. Still both composed but with a taste of each other’s skill, the fight continued. A left uppercut to Liam’s abs, dodged at the last second with a swift step backwards closer to the ropes but Liam was not going to let himself get trapped on the ropes or in any of the corners, he would keep his footwork going, carefully choosing his position and the punches on the fly as he did. Slinger would outwit Liam by controlling the ring, cutting off Johnson every time he could so he could deliver a quick blow or if he was lucky, a three hit combo minimum.

Liam specialised in footwork and swapping between inside and outside fighting style. With ease, he could work his opponent thanks to his long reach but expertly, move to the inside to tie up his opponent in a clinch for a few quick and easy body shots before stepping back to the outside again, tagging them with a keen jab or cross. Unlike Nathan’s past opponents, Slinger was a southpaw which made the fight just a little harder for him but we he was not deterred. Bam-Bam would rise to the challenge, already taking the first step by having met his opponent head on. It wouldn’t be easy but boxing never has been, it takes guts and courage to even step into the ring and no matter the bitter rivalry between two fighters, underneath it all was always the shared mutual respect for having the balls to step into the ring and fight.

The round had just under two minutes left and the men were starting to amp up the intensity. Their brows soaked with sweat, pooling down into their eyes and giving their gloves a bright sheen in the morning light. It’s never good idea in boxing to talk shit and get hit but that is exactly what Liam had done. With both black, sweat stained gloves, he beckoned Nathan to bring it and before he could get his guard back up, Liam was struck with a crushing right hook. A rope of spit and sweat went across the ring and he bit down firmly on his mouth guard. A slight daze came upon him when he saw a left hook come towards him, it landed clean and a shower of sweat sprayed free from Liam’s hair and the combo was complete with a solid right uppercut to his abs, he let out a grunt of pain as it landed.

Slinger was furious, he let his guard down and got cocky. He paid the price and it almost sent him down to the canvas but he was still standing, legs holding firm and his resolve unbroken. A left cross broke through Nathan’s guard and bopped him square on the nose. Nathan had never felt such a powerful cross before and was once again caught unaware due to the south path stance that Liam had a masterful grasp of. The two warriors went back and forth with hard single punches and gloriously fast combos, they were so engrossed in their fight that after the bell rang out to signal the end of round one, Nathan was clocked with a jab and a hook. Liam in all his smugness, raised his right hand up to the sky almost as if in victory and swaggered back to his corner.