General Boxing League

20:57 BobXX: Weighing in at 170 lbs and standing 5 ft 10 in tall, 32 years old, I climb the steps to the ring apron, and then slide between the middle and top rope. Wearing some red boxing trunks and black boxing boots, I make my way over to the red corner, and slap my 8 oz black Everlast gloves together as I wait for my opponent to make his entrance. yt
21:04 The_Playboy: Weighing in at 179 pounds, and measuring in at 5’11.5 inches, I’m beefier and slightly taller than you, albeit 11 years younger. I seamlessly slip, wearing black silky boxing trunks with black boxing boots and white gloves 8oz gloves. I begin to bounce on the balls of my feet as I warm up in the blue corner, before beginning to shadow box. I gaze at you across the ring whilst I do so, my eyes meeting yours. I’m ready to go.
21:04 The_Playboy: yt
21:10 BobXX: I watch you closely as you enter the ring, and look for points of attack. Nothing really obvious. The age difference could work to my advantage or yours, depending. You have a slight reach advantage on me, and also a bit more muscle. We already received the ref’s instructions and tapped gloves, and are waiting for the bell. DING DING DING…..at the sound, I move out quickly to the ring centre, forming an orthodox stance, left glove leading, left foot leading, right glove tucked in close to my chin, and elbows tucked in tight to protect my body. I begin to circle right, and then send a double jab towards your nose to test your reflexes. yt
21:14 The_Playboy: I also position myself in an orthodox stance, mirroring yours. I observe your movements meticulously as we proceed to circle one another. I instantaneously detect your jabs as they approach my nose and effortlessly slip them, swiftly shuffling backwards and out of range before responding with a jab-straight combination of my own, taking aim for the center of your face.
21:14 The_Playboy: yt
21:19 BobXX: You react very quickly to my jabs, sliding back out of range and then dancing forward and countering with a jab/straight at my face, each punch lands on my gloves, pushing my own gloves back into my face. I tell you are fast and powerful, and I counterpunch by lowering my right, stepping in close towards you, and launcing an uppercut at the centre of your core, and then try to reload the right, attempting to send an uppercut at your chin, as I dance on the balls of my feet and try to stay in tight. yt
21:27 The_Playboy: Your blistering uppercut meets its mark, plowing into the center of my chiseled abdomen, which I taunt so as to absorb the blow of the punch. Even still, I feel the power of your fist and grimace slightly as a result. I, however, manage to raise my guard in time to block your second uppercut, suspecting you may take aim upstairs. I weave low then, attempting to take swipes at your abdomen with two consecutive a shovel hooks. I follow up this combination with a straight, your belt line my desire target.
21:27 The_Playboy: yt
21:32 BobXX: My first uppercut meets your abs, basically a wall of tightned muscle, and then as my second and more deadly uppercut comes up, it slams into your guard and does not find a nice home on your chin. You react quickly, weaving low, and slamming a couple of shovel hooks into my abs, that I tightnen, and let out a grunt as each white gloves lands. Then a straight comes out towards my belt line, and I try to tighnen my abs, and respond with a quick left hook trying to go over your right straight, aimed at your jaw, and then a right hook aimed at your temple, trying to go head hunting as we go at it toe to toe.
21:35 BobXX: yt
21:39 The_Playboy: I see a flash of black leather as your straight meets my jaw, and another flash of black as your glove encased fist smashes into my temple, jerking my head backwards slightly, sweat splattering about. I tighten my guard now, so as to avoid any follow up punches. I swiftly transition into a straight, which is a decoy punch, aiming low before pivoting into an overhand right, targeting your left eye socket. I follow this up by hammering out an uppercut, my muscles snapping with exertion as I go for your chin.
21:39 The_Playboy: yt
21:48 BobXX: I feel each of my punches land, the last one a right hook on your temple. Suddenly a straight comes out, aiming low towards my abs, and after getting my abs worked over before, I drop my left to block the straight, a straight that never comes, instead, your right goes up, crashing into my left eye, sending my head rocking backwards. This movement allows me to narrowly avoid an uppercut, that streaks just in front of my face. My eye hurts, its going to turn black and blue before this fight ends, I know this. I try to absorb the pain and press myself forward, wanting to stay in close enough to send a left shovel hook aimed towards your liver region, and then a right straight, that I hope to pound into your solar plexus. yt
21:58 The_Playboy: I grin slightly as my punch plows straight into your eye, satisfied at your recoil. You do manager to slip my uppercut, however, and my punch meets nothing but air. I lower my guard and block both of your punches aimed at my lower half, though the force of your blows is still felt, as my forearms are now considerably reddened from both hits. I’m cognizant of your strength and skill at this point, knowing I have to be cautious yet firm if I so wish to secure victory. I throw a right hook for your cheek, before aiming low left-hand cross, my desired target being your navel.
21:58 The_Playboy: yt
22:05 BobXX: My left eye is stinging really badly, as you hit me with a powerful right overhand, and now I’m feeling a bit outmatched as my body shots get blocked by your forearms. My left is down from my attempt to nail your liver, and a right hook sails easily over it, punching into my cheek, I roll my head in the same direction of the hook, to mitigate some of its power, but even so it was mean blow. I use my right to parry your left cross, and then trying to take advantage of being inside your guard, I immediately counter punch with a straight right towards your nose, and then another attempt to drive a shovel hook to your liver with my left glove.
22:05 BobXX: yt
22:16 The_Playboy: My right hook successfully connects and I can already tell that your face is in pain. You do manage to masterfully party my left cross and capitalize on your proximity to me. Your straight smashes into my nose, forcing a grunt grunt my maw as I wince and subsequently slip back. I taunt my abs as an effort to minimize the liver punch, though it momentarily knocks the wind from my lungs and yet another groan is made audible. Not wanting you to further deal damage, I extend my left glove outwards to keep you at bay, determining that you like fighting from the inside. I throw several jabs at your face before aiming a cross for your nose, capitalizing upon my slight reach advantage.
22:17 The_Playboy: yt
22:22 BobXX: My body is now glistening with sweat as I continue to bob and weave and make myself a more difficult target, and then I feel my straight connect with your nose, and my shovel hook land on your abs…..you grunt and I can tell both blows hurt. But then I get shoved back by your gloves, I’m not having it, and try to step in closer, but your defensive jabs go over my right glove, which I hold low, and smash into my cheek, BAM….then again BAM…..each one knocking my head back, and making bright red spots on my face from the leather contact. I try to weave under your cross, and step into you, trying a right shovel hook at your abs, and then a reloading the right, I send it up as an uppercut towards your chin……yt
22:32 The_Playboy: My punches meet their mark, your head jerking back with each continuous punch. Bulleye. You slip my cross however, and take aim at my liver once more. Damn bastard. I anticipated this, my guard instinctively held low, knowing another liver shot may double me over. What I wasn’t prepared for was your uppercut. You feed me your black glove and my head sails back, spit and sweat flying about as I clamp down on my mouth guard. The beginning of a bruise forms upon my jawline. I back up, finding myself nearly at the ropes, though I fight back, leaning into another overhand right, wanting to shut your already battered eye for good, before tossing an uppercut at your upper abs. We’re really slugging it out at this point.
22:33 The_Playboy: yt
22:38 BobXX: I manage to get in close again, but my shovel hook at your liver is blocked, but the uppercut to your chin sends you reeling backwards, nearly to the ropes. I’m trying to stay with you, but when I come too close, you send out a right overhand right, that goes over my left, and smashes me in the eye, snapping my head back, stopping my advance, as you uppercut my navel……ugghhhh…..I stumble backwards, and try to reset my guard as I realise my eye is swelling closed……yt
23:11 The_Playboy: As my combination shuts you down, I advance on you, taking a sharp breath through my nostrils. I lean into a left hook at your other eye, wanting to further hinder your vision and deal you considerable damage. I then pivot into a left cross, your nose my primarily target. I weave down low so as to duck a possible counter punch and snap a hook toward your obliques. I’m quite literally coming for blood at this point, my abs still sore from your earlier assault.
23:11 The_Playboy: yt
00:00 BobXX: I’m looking at you intently with my good right eye, as you advance on me rapidly, clearly sensing that I’m damaged goods and this is a big opportunity. I brace myself, planting my leading left foot like I’m going to stand my ground. You come in at my right side, leaning into a left hook, which I can see coming as the light reflects off from your flashy white gloves. I weave under the hook, but as I come back up, a left cross is waiting to hammer the my nose. BAM! My head snaps back from the impact, a small dribble of blood runs out and down my chin, and I feel my eyes watering from the blow. Umppppp…….a hook to my obliques sends me stumbling back a step, driving air out of my lungs. I know I’m only a couple of feet from the ropes, and that as bad as things are, it gets only worse if I let you bully me to those ropes, so I lunge forward, swinging a wild haymaker of a left hook towards your jaw, and try to wrap my arms around you to hold on to you while I breath in some air. yt
00:20 The_Playboy: I’ve managed to back you toward the ropes now, as my white gloves have you back peddling. As your nose begins to bleed, a few drops end splattering upon my gloves, evidence of our absolute slugfest of a match. I’m a predator now, on the prowl, as I move forth, desiring to force you into the ropes and give you a beat down. Refusing to allow me to have my way with you, your haymaker comes for my face and I step back, barely avoiding the blow, your black glove mere centimetres from connecting, flashing right before my face. You bring me into a clinch and I grunt whilst my sweat drenched body is pressed against yours. Not wanting to provide you with too much time to recover, I aim a hook at your obliques, before throwing another at your eye, whilst you hold me.
00:21 The_Playboy: yt
00:27 BobXX: I’m beginning to feel like prey, my hook swinging and connecting with only air, feeling llike I am shadow boxing. I get my arms around you, but you send a short hook to my ribs, does not hurt much because the distance is too short, and then a short hook to my bruised eye….not a powerful blow, but it is damaged tissue, swollen and tender, and I let out a little sharp pitched cry. That’s it, I release the clinch, taking a little step back, and wanting to try to use the element of surprise, my right glove being low, I try to send it upwards towards your chin in an uppercut, trying to use as much force as I can muster, twisting my core…..yt
00:36 The_Playboy: I’m satisfied as your high pitched groan fills my ears, before you release me from your grip. I see you ready yourself for a punch, dropping my guard in anticipation of another liver punch. You outsmart me, however, as you drive your uppercut into my chin, the force of your punch snapping my head up, my eyes meeting the fluorescent lights above the arena as I stumble backwards. Spit and sweat fly about and my mouth guard is positioned at the front of my maw now, barely in my mouth. I back away from you, keeping light on my feet as I encircle you, my jaw evidently bruised. I carefully observe your movements, my guard tight and sturdy.
00:37 The_Playboy: yt
00:41 BobXX: My right gloved fist lands a hard uppercut on your chin, the fight is getting more and more brutal, a real slug fest. I watch you closely as you fall back, but don’t immediately pursue you, as I’m damaged goods too, especially my left eye, that hurts like fuck. I slowly try to circle you moving to my right, and then come in closer quickly, dropping my left to feint a shovel hook towards your liver, and then bring it back up as a straight left aimed at your nose, and then right hook towards your jaw…..yt
00:52 The_Playboy: You come in, aiming for my liver and I instinctively shuffle backwards, however, you catch me with a straight left, your black glove pounding my nose, blood spraying about. My left nostril begins to leak as well, dripping down my chin. You follow up your straight with a hook, targeting my busted up jaw once more, though I lean back and narrowly evade the punch. I wipe at the blood from my nose, smearing it upon my gloves, before repositioning myself into a fighting stance. As I aim a jab at your face, the bell interrupts me. Congenially, I pat your back with my glove before returning to my corner, my nose still stinging from your straight.
00:52 The_Playboy: yt
00:55 BobXX: I breath a sigh of relief at the sound of the bell, and return to my corner, spitting my mouth guard into the bucket, taking some water, my team whipping away any residual blood from my nose, and pressing a cold pack on my left eye. They want to throw in the towel, but I say hell no. As the time approaches, I stand, get the mouth guard back in, and wait for the bell. yt
00:58 The_Playboy: As I plop down in the chair my team extract my mouth guard and offer me water which I gratefully accept, they tend to my injuries whilst urging me to go for the KO in the upcoming round. “You did well champ, you won that round. Watch him closely and continue to put pressure on him, you can finish this.” I stand and my mouthguard is re-inserted and as the sound of the bell chimes, I meet you at the center of the ring for a glove touch, before reassuming my orthodox stance, ready for action.
00:59 The_Playboy: Yt
01:00 BobXX: At the sound of the bell, I come back out to ring centre, touch gloves, my eye blackened and swollen, and form an orthodox stance, bobbing side to side, dancing on the balls of my feet. I took some nasty blows in round 1, and will now try a more conservative approach. yt
01:06 The_Playboy: You dance about, unwilling to initiate combat. Which in turn means that I must do so, and I happily oblige. I come at you, throwing a fake jab before weaving down low, attempting to work your obliques with alternating hooks, before targeting your navel with a blistering straight.
01:06 The_Playboy: yt
01:09 BobXX: I keep my guard high, to stop a jab, needing to protect my eye at all costs, and then you go low, hammering my obliques with alternating hooks, sweat splashing off my body, and then a gut pounding straight into my navel, forcing the air out of my lungs, and I can feel my balls bouncing inside the protective cup, as I'm driven backwards........I try to bring my forearms in front of my chest to protect my body, and send out a double jab at your head as I retreat....yt
01:19 The_Playboy: My punches land and I can feel you slowly beginning to unravel more and more as the fight continues. I am cognizant of your skill, however. As you move backwards, I shuffle forwards, staying on you. Your double jab comes my way and I extend my arm slightly, batting away your punches. I lower said arm tauntingly as if to mark where I’m aiming, my blood stained glove upon your arm, so as to make you think I’m going to attempt to penetrate your guard and smash into your abdomen. Of course, I’m toying with you. I lean into an overhand right, targeting your good socket before throwing a straight-cross combination, aiming at the center of your face, wanting to mess you up and force you into the ropes.
01:19 The_Playboy: yt
01:25 BobXX: You have been working over my body since the start of the match, and this seems to be your general focus, and my body now aches from all the body shots. I’m forced to retreat from you, and suddenly you make it look like you will continue with those damned body shots. Instead, an overhand right comes over the top of my guard, smashing my right eye. I my head snaps back from the blow, and all discipline starts to leave, I only see some white flashes of your gloves exploding in my face, a straight cross combo simply ploughs though the middle of my guard, held loosely, pummelling my nose, blood spurting out onto your white gloves. I back away, until my back presses deeply into the top rope, and I try to raise my guard to protect my head. yt
01:31 The_Playboy: My punches pound your face, your saccharine blood spraying about, coating my gloves. Such a sight invigorates me. I’m like that of a shark, the sight of your blood tempting me to carnage. As I now have you where I want you, I throw a fake hook to your face, coming in low with an uppercut aimed at your beltline, followed by a shovel hook combination destined for your solar plexus
01:35 BobXX: I raise my guard to protect my face, the mauling you gave both my eyes being quite enough, but your hook never comes, and suddenly your uppercut to my beltline nearly lifts me off my feet, and then a shovel hook lands into my solar plexus, pain now radiating in all directions, my knees starting to buckle, as I reach for the ropes with my right, and try to form a guard with my left, all of this happening at lightning speed....yt
01:43 The_Playboy: You grip the ropes and I’m going full throttle now, holding absolutely nothing back. My muscles snap as I aim a cross at your abdomen, before coming up with an uppercut, targeting that chin of yours. Winding up momentarily so as to build up power, I unleash an overhand right at your temple, twisting my core and leaning into the punch, aiming to knock you out of the damn ring.
01:43 The_Playboy: yt
01:49 BobXX: The boxing match was nearly ended the moment you landed that blow on my solar plexus, as that left me paralyzed with pain. Unable to defend myself, I take a cross into my abdomen, causing me to bend forward, my abdominal wall now pounded into oblivion. The uppercut lands on my chin, knocking my head up and back, indeed, my body, which fortunately is still attached to my head, flys backwards into the ropes, and the overhand punches into my temple on the rebound off the ropes. My knees simple crumble underneath me, and pound into the canvass as I drop forward, and then fall face forward onto the canvass. FUCKING KO’D in the first 2 minutes of round 2. yt
01:54 The_Playboy: The sensation of my leather fists as they ravage your face and body is truly euphoric. I watch as my overhand right knocks you into the ropes before you crumple at my feet. I gaze at you momentarily, sweat dripping down my face before I begin vigorously pounding my chest, raising both arms triumphantly. The referee immediately waves you out and at this moment, my team rushes into the ring in celebration and begin parading me around.
01:54 BobXX: END

Published: 2022-07-11, viewed 129 times.