Jobber Industry

13:18 Boxxxer: Mid day at the local boxing gym. The scent of sweat and leather thick in the air. It's sparring day and coach sets me up against a tougher bigger older guy at the gym. We both know each other well as we do train at the same gym. I step in the ring wearing 16oz blue sparring gloves, wearing blue gloves blue with white trim trunks, white leather cup over my trunks white boxing boots, white mouthguard. Sweaty and shirtless in my corner as my coach gives me tips and tells me what to work

13:25 Greg_the_Boxer: It's a good thing it's sparring day. I've had one of those weeks, for sure. You know how it goes... entitled idiots demanding everything from me all day, and the rules of polite society keeping me from punching them in the mouth. Day after day of this, a guy starts to build up... frustration... and there's no better place to let it out than at the gym. I'm in my 16oz black gloves today, my Diamond MMA cup underneath white running shorts to keep the boys as cool as possible given the circumstances. I can smell the 18.21 Sweet Tobacco scent wafting up from my hairy, sweaty chest, as I warm up in my corner and toss in my custom Gladiator mouth guard, biting my teeth together and enjoying the familiar chew. I'm sparring without my coach today, confident I'm going to give my young friend here a few lessons of my own. Stepping out to the middle of the ring, gloves out, ready to meet you and have a good time.
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13:27 Boxxxer: I meet you center ring and touch gloves with you, the bell rings and i start to circle with you. I snap 3 left jabs to the nose then a straight right to the chin. Throwing at about 50 percent of my power just to keep it freindly between us as its just sparring. Looking to pick you apart though as I try to improve my skills.

13:35 Greg_the_Boxer: As we touch gloves I remind myself to try to keep things light, to keep the animal at bay and not hurt my young opponent, despite my urge... my craving... my need to punish someone, something, to put all this aggressive energy into something physical... we'll see how it goes. I'm really going to try to keep it light though. DING goes the bell, and we start the dance. About the same height, I've got a good 40 pounds of muscle on you, but also nearly 30 years of wear and tear on this body. You come out typically tossing straight at my head, and I take the first two jabs on my guard, slip the third, and bob under the cross, driving a right of my own towards your navel, and twist quickly into a left hook to your obliques, and double into a left hook at your temple, twisting off my left foot to add a little playful "oomph" to the hook and slide my right foot back circling and maintaining distance.

13:41 Boxxxer: I miss my opening shots and then "oumpfff" I take a shot to the gut then "aughff" a good clean punch to the obliques. I manage to block that left hook to the temple on my glove. You go back to circling and i circle with you. I step in close and throw 2 right uppercuts to the navel then a left hook to the jaw then I try to tie up in a clinch as I try to box in real close to you.

10:57 Greg_the_Boxer: The first few seconds of our fight... err... our 'spar'... are peppy as I start to work your tough abs, and tag your glove with a left hook, dancing back and staying light on my feet. I tighten up my guard as you step in, your uppercuts thumping into my forearms THUD.. THUD.. and that left hook WHAP smacking into the left side of my face "HMPH.." around the back of my gloves. That distracts me just enough for you to work your way in and wrap yourself around my chest with my uppercut blocking guard in tight, and I keep my left up near your right shoulder to monitor your body movement. Breathing out past my mouthguard and getting into the rhythm of the fight, I keep my hip twisted so my right remains relatively free, finally shoving your left shoulder to pop an uppercut up under your chin, then keeping your head in close while I pump a right hook into your obliques.

11:01 Boxxxer: My body kept back enough by that glove on my left side "uhhmpfshh" my head pops up from that clean uppercut to the chin, then "aughff" I take a good punch to the obliques. In tight with you I don't have much room. I throw a right hook to the jaw then 2 left shovel hooks to the liver then try to tie up and clinch with you.

11:06 Greg_the_Boxer: They're not clean punches to your head or your body by any means, but they do get through, and your grunts from my blows are very satisfying indeed. My left on your shoulder gives me all the sensation I need to feel that right hook coming, and I just tip my head down to let it hit the back of my head. Your lefts lack power, though they do land "HUFF.. HUFF..." forcing a couple of grunts out of me too, and I fold slightly towards you as you clinch in again. This time I put some of my extra 35lbs of body weight to use, and drive you back as you're clinching me, looking to push you towards the ropes or corner while you're off balanced, adding a little twist of my hips to keep your feet from gaining purchase.

11:14 Boxxxer: Locking up the clinch this time I tie you up but all of a sudden I'm the one holding you up and you start driving me back, wrestling me just to where you want me near a corner pad. I try to get out but I'm off balance as you control the clinch now and are putting me right where you want me. Grunting n trying to wrestle back its just no use as im smaller and overpowered.

11:17 Greg_the_Boxer: The successful drive of my bigger body through yours and towards a corner pad puts you off balanced as it's clear I can easily bully you around the ring anywhere I want you, I continue that momentum by driving the crown of my head in against your jaw for distraction, pushing my hips away to make space, and I start to pump uppercuts into your body... a left to your navel... a right about two inches to the left... a left to your waistband... excited to corner you and get in a heavy bag workout.

11:20 Boxxxer: Unable to really stop your momentum as you bully me into a corner easily, you lift my head up and to the side a little giving me discomfort then "uhhgff uhhgff aughh" wincing n grunting as you work the body. I let go of the clinch as its done me no good and I lean back on the corner pad gloves up on my jawline. I snap a short left hook to the ribs then a straight right to the chin

11:28 Greg_the_Boxer: Successfully bullying you into a corner, I begin to work your body and give myself a little of the stress relief I need. Keeping my chin tucked when you fall back against the pads, gloves up, I do my best to stuff your momentum and keep you busy up top, when that left THUDS into my side "HUFF..." getting my heart rate up. Your right manages to pierce through my guard though my forearm takes away a little of the heat sliding against yours, and your glove WHACKS into my chin "MMPH..." and that just fires me up more. Focusing on my breathing, my pace, I shove a stiff jab out towards your right eye, and stay in close with that left up and protecting me. My free right shovels a hook up under your ribs, and I push my left shoulder against your right, adding a little more pressure into the corner, before stepping back with an abrupt right hook, left hook combination to your cheeks and then tightening up that guard again to stay close and hope to continue boxing you in the corner.

11:34 Boxxxer: "Aungshh" that jab catches me to the eye and I guard up trying to box with this hard hitting bullying opponent. That right comes in low "aughhfff" I wince n grunt as some air is punched outta me. You pin me to the corner with your shoulder but then pull away. I manage to block the right hook but that moves my gloves out of the way "ohhmpfshh" my head jerks as sweat n spit fly from that left to the cheek. I tighten up my guard and lean in the corner trying to survive the fight as i try to think of what to do.

11:40 Greg_the_Boxer: It's clear already that you're outmatched in size and aggression, playing a defensive game against a bully, and to say that I'm enjoying pounding you in the corner of the ring is an understatement. That hefty splatter of sweat and spit after I clobber your cheek is incredibly satisfying, and your attempt to keep yourself safe and find a way out merely keeps your gloves from moving. With the space I've made myself, I'm not trying to get sloppy, so I simply post up in front of you with my own guard up and carefully time a left hook to your ribs, a right uppercut to your waistline, a shoving jab towards your mouth to make sure you're paying attention up top, not looking to give you any room to do anything.

11:43 Boxxxer: "Aughh uhhggmfff" I wince n grunt getting tagged to the body twice hard. Open for those punches I deserved them a bit. That jab I parry away and go back to guarding up tight, gloves on my jawline as i breathe and try to think of a way to box out against this bigger stronger fighter. Coach watching intensely from the corner opposite of us as 2 of his guys get into it.

11:47 Greg_the_Boxer: You're a tough young kid, no question, and it's going to take a lot to break down that solid smaller body of yours... but hey, that's what we're here for, right? Your head remains safe, for the moment, as you keep your awareness and parry my jab, but that simply gives me more incentive to keep working your body. I take a quick glance over at the clock and see I've only got 30 seconds left, so I put a little more 'oomph' into lowering my right shoulder and heaving an uppercut into your waistline, twisting a left hook into your side, then a second left hook, this time aimed up at your temple. I can feel my heart rate increasing as I get in my workout, looking to break you down piece by piece.

11:52 Boxxxer: I tense up seeing that black glove come in "Uhhggfff Aughhh ohhmpfshhh" my body jerks twice as you catch me with 2 clean punches to the body again. Then my head jerks as sweat flies and i cover up tight. Getting beat up in the corner as I try to survive the Round. Coach yelling at me to box out, move an get out of the corner.

11:57 Greg_the_Boxer: WHUMP... THUD... the sounds of my heavy glove thudding into your wet skin echo around the gym and mix with your coaches shouts, music to my ears. "Get out of the corner" he yells, as though his command will suddenly change the fact that you've got a 190lb man standing in front of you relentlessly thudding one pound leather bricks into your body. The head shot lands clean and you remain covered, so I look to finish the round with more heavy bag work, and I twist my hips into a heavy left hook to your obliques, then a second, and finally bury a big right hand uppercut into your waistband with a twist of my wrist to drive in a little more pain, as the round bell rings DING DING to mark the end of the first round of our spar. I back up with my glove out looking to touch yours and indicate at least some kind of sportsmanship as I move back to my corner for a break, feeling pumped and excited to go another round.

12:04 Boxxxer: Trying my best to cover up in the corner. I manage to block the first left but that second one comes right through and "aughhh" I wince n bend to the side a little then "uhhgfff" I take the same hard punch to the lower abs on my waistband and grunt out as you hurt the body and force air out. I panting already but the bell rings. I touch gloves with you showing my respect. "Fuck, nice work bro" I say as I go to my corner. I stay standing sucking deep breaths as coach spends 30 seconds with me giving me some water and advice and criticism "kid you gotta box this guy, stick and fuckin move, don't get in the ropes or corners or he will drop you, gloves up ok, protect that chin kid" before he comes over to you to give you 30 seconds as well.

12:10 Greg_the_Boxer: The touch of respect is genuine, as regardless of the fact that I'm looking to punish you because that's what we do here, we're still partners at the same gym and I mean you no real harm. "I really like how you're pacing yourself big guy" coach says to me as he sprays some water in my mouth and I do a little tally of maybe two or three good shots I took compared to your dozen or more. "Just because he's a little smaller doesn't mean you gotta take it easy on him, he's a tough kid and it's good for him to face a bigger stronger opponent. Keep the pressure on, keep it steady, and don't take any unnecessary chances." That minute break goes by quick and I THUD my gloves together as the bell rings DING, and I excitedly skip my way forward to meet you in the middle of the ring, full of piss and vinegar and my body's machine in full running form all nicely warmed up and muscles glistening with sweat.

12:13 Boxxxer: I take a big deep breath and meet you center ring. Gloves up on my jawline, chin down, elbows tucked to the ribs. I circle with you center ring and snap 2 left jabs to the nose then a straight right to the chin then step to the right and throw a left hook to the gut.

12:19 Greg_the_Boxer: Your spirits seem high still as our second round begins, which is good for me as I'm looking to go the distance today in my workout. You started the last round with some very standard jabs, and I'm a little surprised you play that same card again. I block the first, parry the second, and this time I step in and snap out a jab of my own towards your mouth as I'm right stepping that second jab, your straight right whiffing over my shoulder. I do walk into your left hook WHUMP into my abs "HUNFFF..." which merely serves to get my head fully in the game, but my right sided circling takes away a bit of the pressure. My left counters, looking to hook your jaw, before I abruptly change directions, and change levels, bobbing and swooping low and dragging a right hook to your waistline with me, then doubling up a second right hook to the other side of your jaw, hoping to out box you and put this round under my early control.

12:25 Boxxxer: I miss my right cross and "uhmpff" eat a jab to the mouth. I can taste that sweaty leather now as I go to cover up a bit. I block that left hook to my jaw taking the punch on my own gloce. You switch direction change levels and I tense up my abs just knowing one is coming in downstairs. I lower my arms to guard my ribs but "uhhggff" I wince n grunt as its an other clean punch to the lower abs on the waistband. Those weaker less trained abs getting hurt. As I wince I don't see it coming "ohhmpffshhh" my head jerks as I take a good clean right hook to the jaw. Sweat n spit fly as I stumble to the side to the ropes gloves up high guarding my head.
12:26 Boxxxer: Coach: "kid what are you doing, where's the defense, headmovement headmovement, stay moving n get off the ropes" he yells at me from outside of the ring.

12:33 Greg_the_Boxer: My initial jab to your face clearly throws you off some, as intended, and I'm honestly pretty proud of my reflexes and pattern recognition as I interrupt your initial volley to take control within seconds of the round starting. Though my left hook fails in its attempt to beat a little dizziness into that skull of yours, it does succeed in opening up your body for more punishment, and a heavy pair of rights thud through your softening abs and WHACK into your head sending you reeling. Coach yells more fairly useless advice about focusing on your head, and I take that as extra incentive to instead step in on my right and swing a heavy right cross out towards your navel, looking to plant you on those ropes, and step in the rest of the way with a left shovel hook aiming to thump up under your ribs and keep you backing up against the ropes where I can spend another round beating you up and giving you a better boxing lesson than coach's yelling is able to accomplish.

12:38 Boxxxer: Covering up way too high as I back up to the ropes trying to refocus "uhhhggfff" I wince and take a clean hard right cross to the gut making me bend forward slightly then "Aughhh" I wince n grunt out as I lean to my right a little, lowering my elbows as you punish the body. I'm leaning on the ropes now as I try to suck in some air. My sweaty body jerking with each of those big punches as the sound of leather on skin echoes in the gym

15:06 Greg_the_Boxer: On the one hand, I feel kind of bad about bullying a young guy who bothered showing up to train today, knowing it takes balls to even step into a ring like this and risk getting hurt. On the other hand... young muscle heals quick, and I'm sure you'll end up a stronger man for it. Like my old coach used to say "hitting people doesn't make you tough, taking hits makes you tough". And if he's right... you're gonna get REAL tough today. Your elbows can't cover everywhere at once, of course, so I continue my workout unabated, crouching down and lifting my left in a big uppercut looking to lift you up against those ropes with an uppercut to your navel, then dropping back down as I bring an overhand right crashing into your left eye, and follow through with an uppercut looking for your chin, measuring my punches with my breathing to get into a good rhythm.

15:09 Boxxxer: "Aughhfff" the uppercut digs in well then "ohhmpffshh uhhgffshhh" i take the overhand to the eye as my head whips to the side sending sweat flying off my head then my head jerks up as the impact knocks sweat and spit from me. I'm dazed now and throw a sloppy straight right to the chin trying to fight back and follow it up with a sloppy left hook to the face.

15:19 Greg_the_Boxer: There are some days you just get into a 'zone' and can't seem to miss. Today is one of those days, and all my training is coming to work as I thud blow after blow into your weakening body and dizzying head, battering and splattering you up against the ropes without end. Barely halfway through our second round, my uppercutting left recoils as your right slides harmlessly along my left forearm, allowing an easy parry over my right shoulder. I stay to your right just slightly as that left hook slaps into half my glove and half my head "UMMFF..." lacking power, and speeding my heart thumping faster as it's clear you're not going to be offering me much more threat. But the thing is? I'm here for a workout, and how sad would I be if I had to end my fun already? That would just be a waste. So while I do twist a punishing right hook in return to your face to show you how a real man punches, I hold back the pressure just a bit, so I can keep pounding you on the ropes.

15:29 Boxxxer: I'm open and I pay for it dearly. "Uhhngshhh" my head jerks back as I take a glove to the face wide open. I lean on the ropes and cover up tight. This big guy is ripping me apart. I try to slide along the ropes to my left to get away from you, unaware of where the corner is right now as I just want to try to get away from these leather bricks that are beating me senseless.

17:52 Greg_the_Boxer: WHAP... my big right hand slaps into your left cheek leaving you clearly hurt, covering, and leaning like you're trying to get out of the ring and away from me but the ropes are keeping you inside. You slide along the ropes towards where my gloved impacted your face clearly hoping not to feel more, and I decide to help you along a little, adding a left hook to your ribs while I shuffle along with you, then another left hook, this time to your head, and a final one-two twist from my right hook looking to tag your temple before you hit the corner, and one more left hook to your obliques, excited to plant you in the corner a second time and work you over some more.

05:03 Boxxxer: I tightly guard up and manage to block the hammers getting thrown at me. Still grunting with them but this time blocking them on my arms and gloves as i move with your punches, still boxed into the corner however and looking pinned there. The big guy boxing me to where he wants me. I throw a quick 1 2 to the face then guard back up and throw a left uppercut to the gut as i try to remain active and box this guy.

12:24 Greg_the_Boxer: Attempts to hammer dents into your body are thwarted for now as you manage to block my body shots, but the corner ultimately prevents your retreat, and before too long you're posted up in what's becoming my favorite place to beat you up, and beat you down. I'm having so much fun going for your body that all three of your shots make it through. WHAP SMACK land your jab and cross on my face "HMMPH MMPH...." punches that, earlier in the fight might have made a bigger impact, but at this point are merely getting me more excited to pound you. I see that follow up left coming and deflect your uppercut to the inside with my elbow, and look to punish you with a stiff jab to the mouth before you can recoil it, and a right hook to your cheek, followed by a trio of uppercuts LEFT RIGHT LEFT into your navel looking to staple you to the corner post for more fun.

13:33 Boxxxer: "Mpffshh ohhmpfshh" my head jerks back then to the side as you clobber me with 2 clean punches to the face. I cover up quick and try to recover but then "aughh aughhfff uhhhggffff" my body jerking as you hammer me to the corner pad and punish me to the body. Wincing with each body shot as i bend forward slightly and air is beaten outta me. Getting punished in the corner I get desperate and throw a big overhand right to the chin twisting my body with the punch.

15:03 Greg_the_Boxer: Once again beaten into the corner of the ring, my tough young opponent is getting another battering and the sounds of my gloved fists slapping into your face and body are nearly completely drowning out the worried and angry shouts of your coach. I appreciate your efforts to defend yourself, and as your big overhand comes at me, I step IN to you, jamming my left shoulder in between your pecs and taking that overhand with a THUMP over my left shoulder and driving a big right hook into your obliques as I do, then pushing back out as I swing a left uppercut up under your chin to keep you disoriented and keep the constant rain of punches overwhelming you.

16:05 Boxxxer: You step in and I miss my shot as your shoulder pins me to the corner pad, "uhhhggfff" I grunt out and wince as i take a big shot to the obliques. You step out and I go to cover up but "uhhmpfshhhh" my head jerks up as sweat n spit fly. I'm rocked a little as my ears ring and I try hard to focus up.

16:25 Greg_the_Boxer: Once again finding my rhythm as your one attempt at self defense finds only my thick trap muscle, I'm thoroughly enjoying boxing you into oblivion in the corner of the ring, breathing out rhythmically with every punch I slam into you, sweat dripping down my hairy chest and wide back and soaking into my waistband. You're looking rough, looking hurt, looking dazed, and I'm feeling like a well oiled machine. Continuing my assault unabated, I look to thud jackhammer fists into you and beat what little resistance you've got left in that strong young body of yours to a pulp, driving into you with a hard right cross aimed about two inches to the left of your navel, a left uppercut at your waistband, a right uppercut into your solar plexus "husshh... husshhh... husshhh..." until finally DING DING... the bell to indicate the end of another round rings, and I reluctantly step away from my punching bag opponent and walk calmly back to my corner to get a drink.

16:30 Boxxxer: "Aughhh uhhhgggfff aunnhggffff" getting destroyed to the body as you land 3 big punches to the gut that have my abs burning and the air punched outta me from that plexus shot. I go to my corner and sit down, sweat dripping, mouth open wide as I take huge breaths trying to recover air. My coach doing what he can for me and giving me water and ice packs giving me direction before shoving in my mouthguard, a little bit of red in it now. I sit on my stool a full minute before getting back up at the bell. Abs ribs and face all showing signs of being outclassed in the ring.

16:50 Greg_the_Boxer: Things are going very well so far in this little 'spar' and I'm enjoying my workout at your expense. I don't bother sitting down as I'm still feeling pretty damn good, even pacing a little as I wait for that minute to count down and I can get back to the fun I've trained so hard to enjoy. Coach comes over to me after he's finished with you and has nothing to add but a few approving nods, and a sip or two of water, and as that bell rings DING I have to admit, you've got balls, kid. Lesser men would have tapped out after that last round and called it a day, and I'm genuinely impressed at your gumption. Of course, gumption isn't going to save you from getting your ass knocked out, and I come towards you still feeling energetic, my muscles thoroughly warm and my vision and my mind clear and focused on the task at hand. Which, at this point, is to put in the work and practice on a hurt and weakened opponent.

10:23 Boxxxer: The bell rings and i come out center ring squared up with you, I've been battered to the body and taken some quality punches to the face but I'm still coming for you, it's a spar so I'm not going 100 percent but I might have to before long. I try to use some of my coaches advice this round. I step in and snap 3 left jabs to the nose then step to the right and throw a right cross to the chin then a left hook to the jaw followed by a right uppercut to the chin. Mixing it up and trying to work some combos.

10:56 Greg_the_Boxer: We come together for round three and... there's those same opening jabs again. Predictable, predictable. See, this is why you're getting your ass beat, kid. I casually pat.. pat.. pat.. parry away all three with my right as I keep moving, circling, and as predicted... there's that heavy right straight again, same thing you always lead with. This time though I'm ready for it, and I bob down and to the left swinging an overhand right towards your nose as I slide underneath that cross, your left hook WHIFFS a quarter inch in front of my right cheek as I weave up, barely pulling back in time, and your uppercut manages to clip my chin with a little CRACK that pops my head up a few inches "MMPM.." and I've already got a left hook of my own sailing out towards your right eye, followed by a right cross to your jaw, looking to do a little 'trade' to get this party started again.

11:14 Boxxxer: "Ohhmpfshh" i take that right clean to the nose as my nose starts to trickle blood. Left to my eye comes in and "uhhgfshh" my head cracks to the side. Then "aughfshhh" my head jerks again as spit n sweat fly. I get my gloves up but instead of backing off I step in. Trying to dig deep and fight this guy even though I'm getting my butt whipped. I step in and throw 2 left shovel hooks to the liver then a big overhand right to the chin

12:55 Greg_the_Boxer: As round three of this little exercise begins, you look to turn this into a slug fest in the middle of the ring. My gloves land blow after blow on your swelling face, and you 'grab your nuts' and wade in to trade with the bigger, stronger man. If nothing else, your bravery is admirable, and it's a good thing you're young and can heal fast. Me, on the other hand? I'd rather fight smarter than harder, conserving my energy to beat you down with, and after I land my initial volley I back away and circle left as you're heaving your big left hooks towards my liver, letting you wear yourself out, and neither one comes close to landing, though I can practically feel the wind off your gloves with how much effort you're putting in. I bring my big left arm up tight to my head, and that overhand THWAPS into my bicep, leaving your body open.
12:57 Greg_the_Boxer: My temporary retreat breaks as I abruptly step in on the attack again, heaving a big right uppercut into your already sore navel, follow up with a left hook to your aching obliques, trying not to injure your liver just yet, a right hook to your ribs, and a stiff jab to your chin just to make sure you still know who you're in the ring with.

13:00 Boxxxer: I don't land my punches at all and you make me pay dearly. "Ughhhfff" I wince n grunt as that uppercut beats the air outta me and slightly bends me forward, "aughhh" I wince n grunt out from that punch to the obliques, "aughhhfff" I wince again as my left ribs take a big hook. Arms lowering along with my gloves to protect my body when "uhhmpfshhh" my head jerks back as sweat n spit fly and I fall to my ass in the ring dazed. Looking up at you trying to focus up.

13:04 Greg_the_Boxer: Biceps pumping as I land blow after blow into your solid frame, breaking you down and chipping away at that wall of young muscle, my left landing clean with a beautiful SMACK to your face with my big ol' 16oz gloves feels incredible, and the THUD of your ass just adds to the satisfying pleasure of my good fortune in the ring today. We're training partners, and I don't gloat about it, but I also don't help you up - we're both too proud for that. I simply step away to a neutral corner and wait for you to either tap out for the day, or get up for more beating. I'm happy either way.

13:06 Boxxxer: I huff a few times, wipe some blood from my nose to my glove and get back up. I'm beat, I know it, but I don't wanna give up, if I get put out I wanna go out like a man. As I get back up I take a deep breath and can feel the ribs, obliques, and abs all sore and hurting. Some swelling on my face as well from some of these big clean shots I've taken. I punch my gloves together and wave you back in at me as I don't back down, wanting more.

13:19 Greg_the_Boxer: To no surprise of mine, you and your massive balls of steel climb to your feet ready to trade again. It's becoming more clear by the minute that you're hopelessly outmatched in the ring with me, and planning on stubbornly taking this all the way. Alright young man, it's your funeral. You wave me back in, and I get the idea to punish you for taking the same opening approach every time we start a round, so as we get in close I tease you with a feinted jab, instead changing levels to heave a right cross at your solar plexus looking to stun you, then popping that jab into your mouth, and a second jab to your right eye.

13:21 Boxxxer: I don't throw a shot but I do block high "uhhggfff" my plexus taking a big punch. I bend forward slightly as I cover up my abs then "Mpfshh mpffshh" popped in the mouth with that jab then punched in the eye. Head snapping back twice and now I can taste leather n sweat. I stumble back a few steps n take a few breaths as I get my gloves up. Sweat running down my body as i ache but won't give up.

13:25 Greg_the_Boxer: My feint is successful, no surprise given the disorienting beating you've endured during this 'spar', and the satisfying thuds of my right into your body, and lefts into your face, are pretty much the whole reason I took up boxing in the first place, just to enjoy punching another man into the daze you're getting punched into. I follow you close as you stumble back, not looking to give you any space, and punish you in the ring. Outside these ropes? We're partners. Inside? You're food, and I'm hungry. I slide in with a heaving left hook to your ribs, still trying to avoid your liver as much as possible, pop a jab up towards your chin to keep your guard busy, then pump my biceps into a right uppercut looking to dent your waistline, then a follow up left uppercut to your navel, excited to beat you back to the ropes or corner yet again.

13:32 Boxxxer: I'm beat up n broken but still up and wanting to prove that im at least tough. This bigger older stronger tougher guy that i train with is easily taking me apart shot by shot as I feel myself getting weaker and dazed. You slide in "aughhhhff" I wince n grunt, "mpfshh" jab slips in between my guard and pops my mouth again, "uuuhhhhgggfffff" I double over slightly from that uppercut and lean up against the corner pad that's now right behind me, "hhhuugghhffffff" the left doubles me over more as I now have a pained expression on my face and my gloves drop to my abs as I cover them up and stand up straight looking at you. I'm hurt and it's clear im hurt but instead of giving up I nod at you and bite down on my mouthguard, almost as if to say go ahead and finish it. I flick a left jab at your chin trying to at least hit you.

13:44 Greg_the_Boxer: THUD... THWACK... WHUMP... punch after punch beat your strong body back for the third time in three rounds, and my adrenaline surges as your gloves fall... your arms fall... and you stand undefended in the corner of the ring with plenty of time in the round left to go. Your sad little jab just gives me something to parry away, and I swat it to the inside with my right, then look to unload on you and make it a good effort before the coach steps in. You're clearly done for, and yet... you seem to almost welcome it. I nod back, the silent agreement made.
13:44 Greg_the_Boxer: Taking a deep breath, I start pushing out little puffs of air between my teeth "hushh ussh..." like I'm working on the heavy bag, sending a pair of jabs out towards your chin, twisting my hips into a big right cross looking for your jaw, lowering my shoulder into a left uppercut pumping up into your waistline, then following up with my right shoulder driving a right uppercut into the same place, snapping my left up under your chin with an uppercut, driving a quick one two right left cross jab into your pecs, and finally lowering my right shoulder, lowering my big right glove down to my hip, then driving into the canvas with my right foot, twisting my hips to build as much tension as I can behind the punch, and slingshot my big right arm up with a massive uppercut speeding up towards the underside of your chin looking to put a definitive end to this portion of your 'training'.

22:51 Boxxxer: "Mpfshh mpfshh" the 2 jabs snap my head back giving me a taste of the sweaty leather. "Ohhhmpfshhhh" my head jerks hard to the side as sweat n spit fly with a small line of blood. I'm pretty much out on my feet as my vision is blurred and my ears are ringing, legs weak as well then "uhhhggggggg oughhhfffff" the 2 uppercuts bury up inside me as they both punch any air I had in me out as air is forced out through my mouthguard and lips, the 2 shots forcing my body forward some, "uuhhhggfffshhhhh" I'm straightened right back up as my head is flung upwards with a spray of sweat and spit and blood as my mouthguard flys out clear out of the ring, im now completely out on my feet as my legs go stiff and the ropes on my side's and the corner are the only reason im up. My body jerks as "uhhgg uhhggff" im punched in the chest that pins me to the corner pad, gloves down as I'm knocked out but still up. Then all of a sudden "auugghhhfffshhhhhh" my head jerks up hard, sweat, spit, blood fly.
22:52 Boxxxer: My heels lift off the canvas and I slump into you sliding down face down into the canvas in the corner, my head dragging down your body and your trunks on the way down. I lay there at your feet face down sweaty, beaten and bloodied as the sparring session was a massacre for the amatuer boxer.
22:53 Boxxxer: Coach throws in my towel and rushes in to check on me.

23:04 Greg_the_Boxer: The vision of your mouthguard tumbling out and your body crumpling into mine makes it clear you're out cold and kept up in the corner of the ring only by the sheer brutality of my never ending assault, until the final climactic coup de grace lifts up under your chin and puts you away for good. Reaching through towards the fluorescent lights over the ring with my 'lights out' uppercut, I know you're done even before that final punch landed just by the nerveless jerking of your body collapsing towards me. I stand there panting in riled up exhaustion after having thrown, and landed, so many punches on your strong young body, taking a brief break from the pounding to let you slither down my strong body and collapse down to the canvas.
23:04 Greg_the_Boxer: Coach bustles past me to get to you as I turn and spit my mouthguard out into my glove, sure there's no need to count as your lights are clearly out, and I hope you've learned an important lesson today. I don't gloat, I don't celebrate, I just walk over to my corner and turn to watch and make sure you're okay.

23:07 Boxxxer: It takes a few minutes but I wake back up. I'm in intense pain to the body and my head is hurting bad. My eyes and nose and chin got worked good too. I shake my head and sit up a bit then get to my feet with the help of coach. I limp slowly over to you with his help then give you a big tight hug, "thanks for the tough session man" i say as I hold you and our bodies grind on each other.

23:09 Greg_the_Boxer: I open my arms wide as you come towards me, grateful you're okay and grateful your spirits remain up after the gloved drubbing you received at my hands. "You're a warrior, brother, I'm proud to train with you" I smile, reaching around to return your hug and pat you on the back with my gloves, holding your sweaty body against mine after another tough day of training.

Published: 2023-03-11, viewed 110 times.