General Boxing League

21:48 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Bob and I had both been going to the same gym for a bit, bu somehow, never really tangled...in part because the coach thought we'd pound each other into jelly. One afternoon, though, you and I had been talking, speculating on who was better...I told you I'd fuck up your face, and it went from there...tonight, the gym;s deserted, and you and I agreed to meet to sort things out...no one to stop the fight prematurely, no bad decisions...someone's getting knocked OUT yy
21:52 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: yt
21:53 BobXX: I guess it was when I laughed in your face that you made the descision to challenge me.....I've got about 20 lbs of muscle on you, and three inches of extra height, that will translate into a reach advantage. My twelve extra years of age could also be to my advantage, experience counts. So I change quickly into some black gym shorts, and some black boxing boots, before I pop in a balck gum shield, and put on some black Everlast 10 oz boxing gloves, after wrapping my hands with gauze. Then I head to the ring and slip through the ropes, taking up a position in a corner. yt
21:58 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: I change quickly also, white trunks with black trim, white Adidas boxing shoes with white trim, black 10 ounce Reyes gloves over gause. I pop in my white mouthguard and lope out to the ring, springing onto the apron and slipping through the ropes, 5'7 and 144 pounds...smaller, bu quick on my feet, and a granite jaw...smack my gloves as I look at you, ready for pain...yt
22:01 BobXX: I watch you enter the ring briskly, thinking you won’t leave like that. Then give you a smirk, and as I go to the ring centre, I wave you out to the middle of the ring to join me, and I take up an orthodox stance, left foot leading, left glove leading, elbows tucked in. I begin to bob from side to side erratically, bouncing lightly on my feet….”Show me what you got man!” yt
22:06 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: matching your smirk, my eyes sparkling as I bring my gloves up--cnventional orthodox stance, elbows in tight, on my toes--knowing how hard you'll hit...keeping my head moving as wellinching towards you--got to get your respect for my punches esrly--take a chance on an unorthodix start--a slight twitch of my left, then drop low, trying a straight right at your navel before moving off to my right yt
22:11 BobXX: I'm watching you closely, and I see your left shoulder twitch, like you are going to throw a hook, so I shoot out a right hook at your jaw, but you are already dropping low, so my hook swings over your head, and then you hit a right straight into my abs, making me grunt, even though your glove encoutered a solid wall of muscle. You quickly move to your right, before I can counter punch, so I move to my left to try to cut you off, sending a left/right straight combo towrds the centre of your face, hoping the left might blast an opening for the right.......and decide to stay put, wanting to go toe to toe....yt
22:19 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Satisfied thatI got in the first punch, and go t a grunt, though it doesn't look like it hurt much-takes time...you're quick, cutting me off...keping my head moving, I catch the jab--some good snap to it...trying to slip the right; your black clove smacks into my cheek instead of my nose, leaving a red splotch--you hit HARD. As you're retracting the left, I come back with a left hook, trying for your right eye, following it with a chopping overhand, trying to spread your nose across your face, accepting your invitation to go toe to toe yt
22:24 BobXX: My lighter jab thumps you, and you mostly slip the right, as it smacks your chin. As I'm retracting my right, a left hook comes in over the top of my right glove, and twist my head to the left to try to roll with the punch, landing on the side of my right eye socket, and then not satisfied, a quick chopping left overhand comes across, pounding me in the nose, making it turn bright red from the impact. I'm fast to come back at you, not backing down, and send a right hook towrds your jaw, hoping to land it before your left is back in placwe, and then a quick double jab at your nose.....yt
22:30 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: your face is already showing the effects of my punches, but I underestimated your speed, and your right lands clean on my jaw, contorting it into positions the human face isn't meant to take--you can HIT, then POP! right in the nose before I can react--no blood yet, but it stings good. I brush the second jab aside with my right, trying to smash a straight right to your mouth before stepping to my right, looking to open the range on you yt
22:35 BobXX: My hook must of hurt, given the contorted expression on you face, as you twist around, and then I nail you in the nose with my first jab, lucky for you jabs are not power shots, but then you parry my next jab on your right forearm, and send back a right straight into my mouth, making me bite down on my mouth guard as my head is rocked back. You step quickly right, as I blink my eyes, and realise you have lightening fast reflexes. Resetiing my guard, I step left to maintain contact, feint a jab towrds your nose, and then swing a left hook towrds your floating ribs instead......yt
22:41 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: You know your way around the ring--that's clear as you stay in frontt of me--go to block the jab, realizing just too late that it's a fake as your hook goes around my elbow, landing with a deep THUD that shows your power--as if the pain wasn't enough to tell me. I suck up the blow--don't want to many of THOSE-and come back with a right hook over your left, aiming for your left eye, a slight twist on the glove--a shight shift og my weight to my right, hoping you'll keep moving to my left, and s quick step to my right--the action has edged me closer to the ropes, and I want ring cnter again yt
22:46 BobXX: My feint works, and I land a hook on your ribs, the smacking sound pure music to my ears, but you respond quick, sending a right hook over my lowered left, but I expect a response from your right, and quickly duck under it, and as I come back up, try to send a right uppercut to your navel, as you step to your right. I try to get another shot off with a right hook, but it falls short as you pull away to the ring centre. yt
22:51 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: My right hits only air, and your uppercut hits my obliques as I;m moving away--still a solid blow, but not the devastating shot you landed to my righ side earlier...back in the center of the ring, feeling like I'm taking more than I'm dishingout--keeping my head moving as I edge forwards, snapping my jab out--not at your face, but trying to knock your left glove aside and give a cear path as I rip a strait right at your face, hoping to blast your nose yt
22:54 BobXX: I continue to bob from side to side, as you advance on my, my left glove still leading, then your jab comes up, and i feel my glove etting punch to the side, and before I can correct, a right straight comes out, SMACKING my nose, and rocking my head backwards, I stumble back a couple of steps from the impact, blood now trickling out of my nose and down my chin. I circle to my right to try to reset.....yt
23:04 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Feelig your nose through my leather--ecstacy...and the first blood-as you circle to your right, I bend low at the knees and rip a left hook at your side , just below the floating ribs--hurting is good, but even if you block, I might stop your movement --muscles ripple as I shift my weight, trying to plant another right on your nose--sweat glistening as the only sound is shoes on canvas, bereath, and the thud of leather on flesh...the way life should be...yt
23:08 BobXX: I'm sure I can hit harder than you, but I'm having trouble with your speed and reflexes, and as I try to circle right, you send a quick left hook, catching me in the side, forcing me to grunt. I catch your right straight on my left glove, and then bounce towrds you, trying to curve a left hook around your right guard, followed with a left hook, again trying to go around your guard, aiming both at the sides of your face......breathing hard after the shot to my side, and sweating hard....yt
23:12 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Your handspeed is GOOD, and you stop my right cold--then BOOM! BOOM! the two left hooks crash into the side of my head, sweat forming a halo around me, as i stagger to my left--those blows rocked me, the side of my face bright red, starting to bruise...using the momentum to get out of your reach--needing to reset yt
23:21 BobXX: I feel my left/right hook combo crash into your jaws, the first hook setting you up nicely for the second. You stagger to your left, placing you out of range, but I bounce on the balls of my feet towards you, covering the distance fast, even though the only blood I’m smelling is the trickle coming out of my nose, I still see a great opportunity. As I come in range, I give it my best, now charged with adrenalin, I send an overhand right towards your temple, trying to go over your gloves, then a left hook at your lower rib cage to try to distract, and floolw up the flurry with trying to swing a right uppercut at your chin/jaw. yt
23:26 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Hurt from the blows, needing a chance to reset, but not getting one...slimming the overhand, barely, feeling black leather just brush against my skin....grunting as your hook gets around my guard and snmashes into my ribs, the bruising starting to show, then your right RIPS into my chin, snapping my head back--staggering away from you, eyes glassy, struggling to keep my gloves up yt
23:30 BobXX: I feel my right uppercut smash into your chin, the feel on my gloved fist pure exctasy, you now staggering back, stunned, nearly defenseless, glassy eyed, moving towrds the ropes, I keep the pressure on, as you try to raise your gloves, I try to send a right straight to your solar plexus, a left uppercut towrds your navel, and then an overhand right towrds your temple........as I bounce on my feet and continue to bob from side to side, wanting to keep moving you towrds the ropes...yt
23:35 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Hurt, dazed, knocing I'm losing the fight...trying to protect myself..managing to twist my body enough so that your right doesn't quite sink into my plexus for a fight-ending blow, though I still gasp from the power...my eyes bulge as your uppercut blasts the brreath frm my lungs; I fold over your fist as it sinks into me, hands dropping as your right hits clean, sending me staggering sideways...I can't keep my balance, and crash to the canvas, on my right iside--a mass of bruises, but still somewhat conscious as I look up at you and smile, admiring your striong body, bloody face, massive muscles...yt
23:38 BobXX: I stand over you initially, looking down, my gloves still up, and then I back away slowly, whiping the blood away from ynder my nose with my wrist, and then move to a corner.....and strat a slow count ONE! TWO! THREE!....yt
23:41 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Moan doftly, looking up--down, I am, out...heck no---rolling onto my hands and knees, my right hand on the secoind rope, taking short, controlled breaths to try to get my breathig under control. My lower torso is black and blue, face puffy--no doubt that you're winning...for now...as the count continues....4...5...6... yt
23:42 BobXX: I smile at you, as you struggle, but continue the count....SEVEN......EIGHT......."stay down man" yt
23:44 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: I look at you--the same part of me wants to stay down, but that part hasn't won yet...with a grunt of effort, I heave myself to my feet--battered good, breathing hard, black and blue as I bring my gloves up and say, "C'mon--bring it..." yt
23:47 BobXX: As you get to your feet, I just shake my head....."Ready?" and then come out of my corner, again bobing side to side, bouncing on the balls of my feet, and then come at you, a quick jab towrds your nose, and then a right hook at your left guard, trying to sweep it away, so I can send a left uppercut towrds your chin.....yt
23:53 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: I'm hurt good, but far from helpless, your jab still smacks into my nose, a trickle of blood starting to flow--your hook snshes into my raised glove, slamming it into the side of my head with a thud...I manage to lean enough to my left that your uppercut connects with my cheek rather than my chin. still sending more sweat flying. Feet planted, I try to come back with a left hook for the side of your head...more a haymaker than athe crisp, clean punches from earlier in the fight-not much power, but determined--raw stubborness keeping me on my feet, my right hand low, my head wide ipen yt
09:11 BobXX: I smile as my jab smacks you in the nose, drawing a little bit of blood, but my uppercut only grazes your cheek, not a solid potential KO inducing punch that I had hoped for. I’m intent on putting you down on the canvass, and have underestimated your potential threat, so your wild haymaker of a left hook comes over my right before I have it back up, slamming me in the right ear, knocking me to my left, and making me stumble a few steps in that direction. I try to regain my balance, as I grit my teeth after taking the head shot. yt
14:49 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Even that jab hurt--you really hammered me good before putting me down..and the shock running up my arm as my fist hits feels so good after the beating I've been taking. I want to recuperate, but I know better--I'm hurt worse, face puffy and bruised from your hammering fists, left eye swollen, nd my body--raw pain. Fighting on raw instinct, I step to my right to try to stay in front of you, lashing out with a straight right, hoping to plant my glove on your jaw, but anywhere on your face is fine, needing to hurt you good, fast yt
14:55 BobXX: I’m trying to regain my sense of balance, after taking a hit over my ear, that sent me reeling off, but you keep the pressure on, coming after me. My ear is ringing from the punch, and then a straight right comes out fast, and I’m too slow to block it. Your gloves pummels my jaw, snapping my head back, spit flying out of my mouth. I get annoyed now, and try to send a left hook at your lower rib cage, wanting to go under your right, and then a left hook at your jaw, and then try to reset my guard. yt
15:03 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Landing good punches, seeing the sweat fly, but too hurt, too slow to block well, I gasp as your left smashes into my sweaty, bruied side--your power is incredible...my hnds come down from the shock and pain just as your second left hook comes in, catching my jaw, enveloping my head in a halo of sweat...I stagger back, then take a step to my right, wanting--needing--a couple of seconds out of reach of your relentless, punishing fists yt
15:08 BobXX: Both of my punches land, and clearly you are worse off than me at this stage, but you are tough and can take an impressive amount of punishment. You step right and want to get a respite, but I have other plans, and step left to keep you in contact. I now use a lot of energy to step up my attacks, first sending a jab at your mouth and a right overhand bomb towards your temple, and then go for a couple of body shots, a left hook at your lower ribs and a right straight at your solar plexus, sweat dripping on my face as I try to put you back down on the canvass. yt
15:20 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: You keep pressing the attack, an awe inspiring figure of power lightkly marked by my fists--trading punches toe to toe wsas a mistake, and my face is the reciept for the trade. More by luck than skill, I manage to block the jab, the stiff blow still forcing my glove into my face, then BOOM!!! your right lands clean, slamming my head sideways--you're beating the shit out of me, and as I stagger to my right, your hook smashes into my ribs, the loud smack of leather on flesh resounding through the gym. The sheer force of the blow has be bending over, feeling like my rib are bending from the punches, and I try to clinch, partly stuffing your right--but only partly, gasping in pain as it sinks into my body, painfully close to the sweet spot, tryintg desperately to get my arms around you, hold on nearly helpless as you batter me yt
15:36 BobXX: I can't stop you wrapping your arms around me, stopping me from delivering more punishment, as you move fast, and I can feel your sweaty chest now mesh with mine. I'm now tiring some, as I've been throwing out a lot of punches, and I'm breathing hard. I want to take you down while I still have some juice in the battery, so I try to twist my body in an attempt to shake you off....yt
15:39 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Trying to hold on, but you're stronger, bigger, and much less beat up; the few secind respite isn't much, and you slip free. I step back, getting my sweat-slick gloves up in a shaky guard, gloves lower than perhaps they should be, gasping for breath, flat footed, just out of reach, flat footed, in a low stance yt
15:42 BobXX: I take a step towrds you, and seeing your gloves are a bit low, I dip my left shoulder, like I'm going to try a hook at your ribs, but instead send a left overhand at your temple......now slowing down a bit to take a breahter.yt
15:47 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Trying to block the left before it smashes into the bruised mass of flesh you've turned my right side into, I'm out of position as your left whips in to my temple...just from the shock running up your arm, you can tell it's a good punch as i stagger to the side, eyes glassy...stagger back a bit, crashing into the ropes, a goofy smile on my face as I try to get my hands up yt
15:52 BobXX: My overhand left arrives at its destination, along with the power I had intended, and it sends you into the ropes. I gather my strength, and now advance on you, as any good boxer would do under the circumstances. You get your hands up, but I don't care, as I now launch a flurry of punches as I block your exit from the ropes, first left and right straight punches towrds your face, wanting to keep your guard high, and then a left and right uppercut combo just above your belt line......twisting my hips as I send those uppers, hoping to go under your elbows....yt
15:58 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: the left-right combo smashes into my exposed face, smashing my head back, spraying sweat everywhere, your right flattening my nose, "turning on the faucet," as some say, blood flowing freely...then OOOMPHHHH!!! your left slams into my no longer tensed obliques, blasting the breath from my lungs, doubling me over---wide open as the right follows, my face contored with pain as your glove sinks DEEP...hands at my sides s as my knees start to give...my battered body thoroughly demolished, clearly bound for the canvas, but not down justyet yt
16:03 BobXX: I'm surprised my straight punches to your face got through your guard, but now you are no longer defending, and I see your knees are starting to buckle, and I suppose if there was a ref, the fight would be stopped by now, but there is no ref, and I dip my right shoulder, to try to send a massive uppercut to your chin, twisting my hip to increase the power, and then expecting the punch to make you fly backwards into the ropes, if I can land it, I drop my gloves to send a flurry of a left/right uppercuts to your navel, and then a set of left/right hooks at your ribs......yt
16:09 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Trying to avoid the blows, but far too battered and hurt , almost out on my feet, to do much, your uppercut slams my head back, a bloody halo surrounding me, spattering your face and body with my hot blood--crashing into the ropes...folding over your black leather clad fists as they sink into by navel, each blow eliciting a pained grunt as the breath I have left is brutally blasted from my lungs, my string arms limp at my sides, helpless...the hooks are mere ising on the cake, smashing my bruised ribs, the steady thud of your usig me for a heavy bag echoing through the room as I crumple to the canvas, rolling onto my side, curled up in utter agony from the beating yt
16:11 BobXX: I stand over you, my gloves still raised, as I look down, and then back away quickly. I doubt a count is necessary, but its only 10 seconds and then I can help you....so I start off....ONE TWO THRE FOUR! yt
16:15 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: Moaning in agony, beat to a pulp, I try to at least straighten out enough to gt to my hands and knees, failing utterly...yet as i look at you, there's a smile on my fucked up face... FIVE...SIX...SEVEN... yt
16:16 BobXX: I smile back at you, and then continue the count, EIGHT NINE.......ready now to whip off my gloves to gover to you the moment TEN comes........yt
16:18 Jason_Ringwraith_Jackson: gasping for breath, still on my side as you say "TEN," and at ten, I stop struggling to get up, just letting the agony overcome me--I got he shit beat out of me, I know it, but made you work ofr it--satisfied...for now yt
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