General Boxing League

1:18 BobXX: Tonight my long awaited rematch with Joey is finally going to happen. Our first and only encounter in the ring was at a local boxing club, and ended with me taking a cross into my abdomen, an uppercut targeting my chin, and an overhand right to my temple. Each blow felt like this muscular 22 year old was hitting me with brick fists and I crash landed on the canvass, not knowing what the fuck hit me. I’ve done a lot of training since that last fight, and feel I’m ready to take him down, hard. Tonight’s fight will take place in the County Sports Bar’s boxing ring, for their annual TOUGH GUY BOXING COMPETITION, which offers a $5,000 cash prize to the winner. I expect the place will be jammed packed with spectators for this annual sporting event. At yesterday’s weigh in I tipped the scales at 170 lbs, and feel I’m a pretty lean and powerful dude. You are not logged in.
21:18 BobXX: After arriving at the bar, I quickly change into some white boxing trunks with red stripes down the sides, and some white boxing boots. I’m going to use some red 8 oz Reyes gloves along with a white mouth guard. My trainer wraps my fists with gauze and tape before inserting my hands into the gloves. Next, he places a thin film of Vaseline on my face, and then I do a few minutes of shadow boxing to get warmed up. Finally, I’m told it’s time to go to the bar, where the ring is in the very centre and I wait for the announcement.
21:18 BobXX: “LADIES & GENTLEMAN, TONIGHT’S FIGHT WILL BE 5 THREE MINUTE ROUNDS OF BOXING ACCORDING TO PRO-BOXING RULES! OUR FIRST FIGHTER TO ENTER THE RING TONIGHT IS BOB XANA, WEIGHING IN AT 170 lbs, STANDING 5 FT 10 IN , and 34 YO!” As I’m announced, I make my weigh to the ring, get checked over by the ref before I slide between the top and middle ropes, and bounce lightly to my red corner. I look over the crowd, which overwhelms all of the available space, and see some amount of betting going on, not to mention drinking!
21:31 The_Playboy: Bob and I both made it to the final round of the annual Tough Man Boxing Competition, just as I had anticipated. I was eager for our bout, and was certain that I would claim the belt as well as the $5,000 cash prize without any difficulty. I had knocked you out once before and intended to do so again. As you situate yourself in the ring, the announcer leans into the microphone. “AND NOW, HIS OPPONENT, INTRODUCING TO YOU JOEYYYY “THE PLAYBOY” PRESNYAKOV, WEIGHING IN AT 195 POUNDS, STANDING 6 FEET AND 22 YEARS OF AGE.” I proceed to the ring, strutting confidently, clad in red trunks with black trim, red and black gloves, and black Nike boxing boots. The ref momentarily assesses my gloves and inserts my custom made mouthguard, my fighting alias, “The Playboy” written upon its smooth surface. I slip through the ropes then and parade around the ring, making eye contact with you as I walk by, before settling in my respective corner.
21:33 The_Playboy: My godlike body is on display for all to see, illuminated by the bar lights, each muscle glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
21:37 BobXX: I look you over closely as you enter the ring, strutting confidently and even though you are more muscular, I feel confident that I will put you on the canvass in round one. The ref calls us to the ring centre, and I move out to meet you and the ref, feeling like the modern day version of a gladiator. Weapons replaced by padded gloves, gloves that can be dangerous and that can cause damage. As the ref goes over the standard rules, I give you a wink, as if to say I’ll end this fight fast. Finally the ref suggests we can tap gloves now if we are inclined, and I extend my gloves before moving back to my corner to wait for the bell.
21:48 The_Playboy: We are called to the center of the ring whilst the referee goes over the standard instructions. You seem confident, too confident for my liking. Though I’m cognizant that confidence don’t last too long, as I’m going to beat it out of you. We touch gloves and the boisterous sound of the bell initiates the fight. DING! DING! DING! I position myself in an orthodox stance, one glove aligned with my jaw, the other crossed defensively over my chiseled abdomen. I come in swiftly, firing off two blistering jabs at your nose and mouth respectively. I then dip low and fire off a cross to your navel.
21:55 BobXX: I roll my shoulders up and down as I wait for the bell, the bright lights now showing a light glistening of sweat on my upper body. Suddenly DING! Every nerve in my body becomes active, and I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet and form an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, elbows tucked in tight. I begin to bob erratically from side to side, suddenly you make your move….two rapid fire jabs at my nose and mouth, but gloves are ready in a high guard to block each jab, the sound of leather on leather reverberating around the bar, I counter punch with a right hook at your jaw, but you weave low, and my hook just goes over the air above your head, as you pound a right cross into my navel. I grunt from the impact as I tense my abs, and then try to send a left hook at your jaw, trying to curve it around your right guard, and then a jab at your forehead as I step left.
22:06 The_Playboy: My navel shot is effective, my multi-coloured gloved encased fist smacking directly into your tensed ab wall. You're swift to counter, as you aim a hook at my jaw, which connects, your punch penetrating my guard as you intended. I regain my senses enough to bat down your subsequent jab. I throw a left hook at your jaw, before utilizing my right to fire off a straight at your nose. I then target your liver with yet another shovel hook, wanting to punish that muscular body of yours. The crowd is electric, as we exchange blows instantaneously, both of us looking to do away with the other in a rapid manner.
22:15 BobXX: My hook connects with your jaw, and as I’m retracting my left, you throw a left hook, but I parry it with my right glove, but then a fast moving right comes across, going through my guard and SMASHING into my nose, rocking my head back. A dribble of blood now come do my nose to my chin. I see your shoulder dip for the shovel hook, and drop my right to sweep your left arm out to the side, and at the same time, I try to use my lowered right, now inside your guard, to send a sweeping uppercut towards your chin. I follow this up with a left hook at your temple, trying to send it over your right shoulder, and then move to my left.
22:24 The_Playboy: I've bloodied you within the first 20 seconds of the round, unsurprisingly. There was plenty more where that came from. You masterfully deflect my attempted shovel hook, much to my bemusement and surprise. Responsively, you blast my chin with an uppercut, seeing as you were in perfect position to aim such a punch, right inside my personal bubble. My head is snapped back, saliva thrown from my lips. I fall victim to your following hook, as you snap my head to the side, swiftly taking control of the fight, proving that perhaps your cockiness wasn't delusion as I had previously thought.
22:26 The_Playboy: I step back an readjust my guard, sweat clinging to my thickly muscled Canadian bod. The crowd seemed to enjoy the bigger man taking punches from the smaller guy, though I was fully ready to rain on your parade. I pound my gloves together. I feint a jab at your mouth, before lowering my center of gravity. I hammer out alternating hooks at your abdomen, before I go headhunting, twisting into a cross at your already bloodied nose.
22:31 BobXX: I’m trying to defend now, and avoid your fast moving gloves, my nose aches, as I could feel your glove compress around it until I could feel your wrapped knuckles bury themselves in my nose and I don’t want to have to start breathing only through my mouth. I have to move fast, avoid, and hit hard to make up for your youth advantage for speed, and your heavier build. Got to start connecting with KO targets, I tell myself. My uppercut lands on your chin, rocking your head a little before your powerful neck muscles stop the movement, and then a connect a nice hook to your jaw. My confidence is building now, in spite of my bloodied nose. But then you come back fast, sending alternating hooks into my abs, each blow nearly lifting me off my feet, as I tighten my abs. I grunt from the impacts, and try to stand my ground, figuring a head shot coming, I weave under the cross for my head, and then try to pummel your floating ribs with a left and right uppercut as I come back up.
22:32 BobXX: My abs are aching, but I won’t back off.
22:41 The_Playboy: My hooks to your abdomen are overwhelmingly effective, seeing as both momentarily pull you off your feet, my muscle power undeniable. You counter my cross, coming in with an uppercut. Your punch smacks into my ribs like a dart hitting a target, bullseye! I have enough sense to step back and out of range so as to evade your subsequent uppercut, still reeling from the first. Fuck, you are relentless and I know I have to be careful. I step in and fire off a hook at your liver, before coming in with an uppercut of my own, this time at your chin.
22:49 BobXX: The fight is moving fast, and I successfully punch you in the lower floating ribs with an uppercut, but my matching second strike falls short, as you back away and then come forward fast. With my right out of place from the missed uppercut at your ribs, you hit my liver with a totally brutal hook, pain radiating out of my chest in all directions. Fucking hell. I’m nearly stunned from the pain, but I step forward fast, cutting the distance and power of your uppercut down, so that it pushes into my chest rather than my chin, and I try to wrap my arms round you in a clinch, desperately needing a few moments.
22:56 The_Playboy: I can tell you're hurt by my hook, though you still manage to mitigate the sting of my uppercut, as you step forward and my uppercut slams into your chest instead. You then wrap your thick arms around me, pulling me into a sweaty clinch. "This isn't a hugging contest," I taunt, digging a hook into your ribs whilst you hold onto me. After struggling momentarily, I manage to shove you off, before leaning into a blistering right hook at your jaw. I then continue the combination by utilizing my left to throw forth an overhand at your eye, packing considerable power in both respective punches.
23:07 BobXX: Our sweaty chests are pressed together, me trying to bully your larger body and keep you locked up until I find an advantageous moment to let go. I take a short chopping hook to my side, but I can’t keep you wrapped up, you easily shake me off like a fucking rag doll after a few seconds. Your very at punching first as I nearly stumble after being tossed off you, my guard is flying around loose as a consequence. I lean back so your right hook just clips my nose, which starts more blood flowing. I raise my guard in place, but your left over hand bomb glides over my gloves plastering me in my left eye, causing a ring of red discoloration to circle eye, which will darken quickly. I counter punch with a quick right straight at your mouth, hoping to go through your guard, and a left hook at your temple, desperately trying to get into the fight, as the crowd goes ballistic at the brutal nature of the fight.
20:06 The_Playboy: Your straight to my mouth fails yo penetrate my guard, though your left hook meets its mark, slamming directly into my temple, snapping my head, a blow that would likely leave a bruise. I grunt responsively to your punch. Knowing that I have you hurt, I aim to keep the pressure on. I come forth with a double jab combination at your eye, the same eye that I struck only moments before. I then weave low, firing off a left hook into your ribcage, and a subsequent tight cross at your beltline, wanting to break down that body of yours, the crowd going absolutely insane.
22:03 BobXX: My nose is starting to swell, and I’ve reverted to breathing through my mouth, a major disadvantage. My right eye fucking hurts, but I can still see through it. My liver hurts, but I’m working through the pain. I can’t believe I’ve taken so much damage in only the first couple of minutes of round 1 and it’s worse than the first fight with this mother fucker. The time seems to be moving so slowly, and the crowd is now shouting themselves horse with excitement. I need to get in a killer punch, nail you in a tender area. I’ve hurt you, but nothing like you have hurt me. The seconds keep ticking down. My straight just bounces off your gloves, but I get a quick clean hook into your temple, but your counter punching is fast and vicious, I use my right glove to block that jab set at my eye, but then your change levels swing a left hook into my ribs and a cross into my belt line. I feel like my ribs just got smacked with a fucking brick, and I bend forward from the shot to my abs.
22:03 BobXX: I know only a few more power punches like this will break my abdominal wall down. I try to counter punch with a left shovel hook towards your liver, and then try to back away to reset my guard, breathing hard.
22:23 The_Playboy: I’m faring significantly better than you thus far in this fight, based upon your wounded state. I can tell you’re already slowing down, the result of being continuously rocked by my heavy handed fists. You, however, have landed several effective shots on me as well. Though I have the upper hand, I’m still cognizant that I need to be reasonably cautious.
22:23 The_Playboy: The tide could turn at any moment.
22:26 The_Playboy: I slip back, your liver shot just barely grazing my skin. I create distance, allowing you to catch your breath before I stalk you again, a hunter hungry for his prey. I feint several jabs at your face, before I dip low and fire off a straight at your navel, followed by a blistering hook at your own liver.
22:36 BobXX: I’m not sure how much time is left in the match, as you and your gloved fists have been all over me ever since the bell rang at the start. I had hoped to overwhelm you at the start of the match, but fuck, sometimes things just don’t happen in boxing, especially against a skilled younger opponent with a height advantage. My shovel hook barely grazes your skin, and you don’t immediately counter punch, taking a conservative approach. I step back a few more feet, as you follow me, and then stop a yard from the ropes, to square off again. You begin to feint some jabs at my face, forcing me to keep my guard high, and then you send a straight right at my navel, I tighten my abs to take the blow, and fire back a left hook at your jaw, as your hook comes in at my liver, I forced to twist my body to take the hook on my ribs, making me grimace with pain. I take a quick step back, now pressing into the ropes as I get my guard back up. (0:40)
23:05 The_Playboy: Your hook to my jaw lands perfectly, snapping my head to the side whilst my liver shot connects simultaneously. Your expertly aimed punch wobbles me slightly, proof of its brutality and effectiveness, though I snap back to reality as I have an opportunity, seeing as though you’re back on the ropes. I come forth and fire a straight at your eye. I then target your solar plexus with an uppercut, firing off a left hook at your ribcage, and twisting into yet another uppercut, this time aiming for your lower abdomen.
23:06 The_Playboy: Wanting to give you a good old fashioned beatdown against the ropes.
3:15 BobXX: I suddenly have a near panic attack as I feel my back press into the top rope, and still no sound of the 10 second warning bell. You come at me hard and fast, your gloved fists seem to be everywhere at once now, you sensing prey and wanting a round 1 victory. I turtle up into a defensive position, raising my guard to protect my eye, that hurts, and is now rimmed with bluish bruising. An uppercut SLAMS into my solar plexus, and you hook me in the ribs, forcing me to cry out from the sharp pain. The shot to the SP sends rivets of pain radiating through my chest, and the crowd is nearly hysterical as they love nothing more than a beat down on the ropes. I drop my guard to push away the uppercut from my abs, and then try to send out a single right straight at your chin to try to box you back, when suddenly the 10 second warning buzzer sounds.
23:44 The_Playboy: You cry responsively to my brutalizing hook, a sound which is like music to my ears, most welcome indeed. It’s not looking good for you, seeing as I’ve been immensely dominant the entire first round. The 10 second bell rings and I block your straight, my guard barely making it up in time. Wanting to close out the round with a finish, I fire off a left jab at your mouth, before winding up a haymaker with my right, unloading all of my punching power at once, looking to rearrange your face and put you down simultaneously, my muscles snapping with unadulterated power as my fist soars towards your handsome face.
23:53 BobXX: My movements are severely limited by those damned ropes, and my right straight gets blocked. You snap off a jab at my mouth, now inside my right guard, and my head snaps back, lower lip splits and blood dibbles down my chin. Your right swings out violently, and slams into the side of my head, rocking my brain back and forth. The blow sweeps me off my feet to my right, as I land on my right side, for a round one knockdown. I feel like a fucking sledge hammer hit me. I turn over onto my back, and blink my eyes and through blurry vision I see you standing over me, gloves up and still ready, as the bell rings.
00:24 The_Playboy: You hit the canvas as I do just as intended, put you down, right before the bell too. I stand over you momentarily, looking down at you with a smirk, before I shadowbox momentarily, as I see you gazing up at me, wanting to remind you who the alpha was. The referee then ushers me to the neutral corner, before administering the count.
00:25 The_Playboy: 1….
00:25 The_Playboy: 2….
00:25 The_Playboy: 3….
00:31 BobXX: I blink my eyes a few times, and then you come into focus over me, looking up to see your gloves moving, shadow boxing, face a smirk. The ref moving you to a corner gives me a few extra seconds to the count, which continues, 4, 5 6. Slowly I push myself up, by the count of 9. The ref looks me over, and asks if I can or want to continue, and I say fuck yeh. Since this is an unlicensed fight, the ref won’t call the fight unless I throw in the towel, but I won’t do that, no way man! I move to my corner to try to sit on a stool and get my shit together. I know I got do something dramatic to change this fight around, like maybe try some boxing…….I get to my feet and then DING!
12:17 The_Playboy: You barely manage to survive, only up at the last possible second. My confidence is indescribably high. You go down again and you won’t be getting up, that’ll be it for you. My win is so damn close, I can almost taste it. As soon as the bell rings and the second round commences, I advance upon you. I fire off a two jabs at your mouth, before twisting into a blistering cross at your nose. I then lean in slightly, closing the distance between us as much as possible, as I drop my shoulder down and fire off a left hook at your obliques.
12:33 BobXX: I move out towards the ring centre, a bit flat footed, and feeling my reflexes might be slow as I’ve taken several shots to the head, leaving me with a black eye, a bloody nose and a split lip, and my body has been worked over pretty good too, almost like gladiatorial combat. I raise my guard to shoulder height, so I can best try to protect head and body at the same time, when I meet you in the centre of the ring. You send out two jabs at my mouth, that simply fly over my guard, my sluggish response too slow, my head snaps back after each jab, then you twist into a cross at my nose, I slip my head to let the cross fire over my shoulder, and raise my guard to cover my head, but you then slip a hook into my obliques. I try to step into you, attempting to open my arms and wrap you in a clinch to stop the beating.
19:55 The_Playboy: You pull me into a clinch, seeing as you’ve already taken a beating within the first 10 seconds of the second round. This was becoming an increasingly one-sided fight, and you were being rendered nothing more than my personal punching bag, much to the amusement of the assembled audience. “What’s wrong? Can’t stay on your own two feet?” I playfully taunt, before hammering out continuous left uppercuts into your navel and solar plexus, whilst still entrapped in your hold. I then shove you back again, and lean into a nasty straight, aiming said punch for the center of your face, wanting to make you unrecognizeable by the end of the fight.
20:09 BobXX: The uppercuts don't have much power to them, largely because the distance is very short. I try to hang onto you, but you use your bigger and more muscular body to shake yourself loose. You send a quick straight at the centre of my face, and I'm ready for this one, and simply manage to weave low under it. As I come back up, I shoot a right uppercut towards your chin, desperately hoping to land a miracle punch before you start another massive salvo.
20:12 The_Playboy: My fuck underneath my straight, my glove encased fist connecting with nothing but air, much to my surprise. Before I can register it, you slam your fist into my chin and nose, knocking my head back, blood and saliva spraying about. I dance back so as to collect myself, fresh blood spilling from my left nostril. I’m momentarily stunned, though swiftly advance once more, not wanting you to capitalize on that unexpected blow. I fire off a jab-cross at your jaw and mouth respectively, before I target your ribcage with a left hook.
0:18 BobXX: I can't believe that I finally messed up your face a little, the sight of your bloody nose giving me a brief glimer of hope. But you have a tough head and body, and my reprieve is only momentary, as you quickly advance on me. Again, your gloves are moving fast. I raise my gloves to block the jab, but the jab opens my gaurd for a split second, and that is all the time required for your more powerful right cross to pound through the gap and land on my jaw, twisting my face around. It's a powerful blow that nearly knocks me off my feet, and stuns me, as you then nail me with a left hook in the ribs, bending me slightly forward. The crowd is estatic, going fucking nuts now, as I begin to try to raise my gaurd.
21:03 The_Playboy: You celebrate a little too early, as my punches are overwhelmingly successful, and once again I have you in a bad position, as you’re barely able to retain your guard. I drive a right hook at your liver, before coming back in with my left again, your ribcage my primary target. If my prediction was correct, you didn’t have much time left. I would dispose of you swiftly and efficiently. I then target your nose with yet another jab, before firing off a subsequent cross at said nose again, wanting to render you a bloody mess.
21:20 BobXX: Things are now getting bad, I have enough wits left to know this. The crowd is screaming their guts up, and I’m very wobbly on legs that are turning to jelly. A left hook crunches into my liver, and I let out a gasp of pain. My body is awash with sweat now, and then it feels like my ribs have been cracked by a powerful left. My nose gets pulverized by a jab and cross, and blood spurts out. I stumble back until my back hits the turnbuckle, my knees now buckle, and I drop first onto my knees, and then fall face forward into the canvass.
22:39 The_Playboy: I stand over you as you face plant into the canvas, pumping one glove up as I know it’s very unlikely that you’ll be getting up anytime soon. The crowd is wild with cheers, as it seems their champion has been decided. I move to the neutral corner now, whilst the referee proceeds with the 10-count.
22:39 The_Playboy: 1…
22:39 The_Playboy: 2…
22:39 The_Playboy: 3…
22:43 BobXX: I vaguely hear a count happening, 4, 5, 6. My mind is foggy, and my face is so fucked up look like someone from a horror film. My body has also been seriously worked over by a pro. I roll over, onto my back and stare up at the bright lights, wondering what the fuck…….as the count continues all the way to 10…and the bell rings….the ref waves his hands that the fight is over.
22:47 The_Playboy: You fail to beat the count, slumped over, a beaten, bloodied, mess, and I take an opportunity to celebrate, pounding my chest with my glove, and flexing for the audience, who are roaring with excitement. The referee grabs my hand and raises it, for all to see. I’m then presented with the massive cheque of $5,000 as well as the Toughman Contest Championship belt. I graciously accept both of my awards, before ensuring that you are alright and in stable condition, as I approach you and your team. “Hope you feeling aight, man. Was a good ass fight.”
22:50 BobXX: I look up blankly as people work on me, and give you a weak smile and a small wave....it hurts to smile hard........"next time I'll get you in an MMA toughman contest.....
22:55 The_Playboy: I pop a double bicep flex over you. “We’ll see about that.”
22:55 The_Playboy: END.

Published: 2023-04-27, viewed 82 times.