General Boxing League

Dec_Chapman: I'm always looking for a good boxing match and to make a little money on the side so when I came across Alex Potts a older fella with little boxing experience I knew I'd found a walking target so I challenged you to a prize boxing match, the winner takes home 500 in cash and the loser lays decked out on the canvas floor...we agreed to meet in the private boxing ring at the gym, I'm here first and changed into my green shorts and white boxing gloves at 25yo 5'11 165 pounds, I step though the ropes and into my corner as I warm up with a little bit of shadow boxing to warm myself up for the fight while I'm waiting for you showing up to the ring so I can introduce you to my right and left gloves

Dec_Chapman: 

Alex_Potts: After my first humiliating loss with my wrestling debut, I flew back home to rest and train some more. I know I could've done better and won, but I decided to work a little bit on my boxing as well to diversify. I met a guy at the gym who said he knew how to box, so I shot him a message, seeing if I can get some sparring and experience in. Luckily, you accepted, and offered some money on table too as extra incentive. It's been rough making ends meet and I sure could use that 500 bucks. I show up to the gym on our appointment, wearing some red silk shorts and black gloves. "I'm here, kid. Just to let you know I've been training with the best." I say as I slip through the ropes and look at you, thrusting out my hairy chest and hopping on my feet, warming up

Alex_Potts: 

Dec_Chapman: "Oh yeah? Should I be scared now old man?" I laugh from my corner of the ring with a grin on my face as I bounce my gloves together hard letting the leather ripple against each other before I walk up to the centre of the ring and hold my glove forward to touch up gloves before we begin "Hope your ready because I'm not holding back when money is on the table" I grin back at you

Alex_Potts: "I'm not worried," I say confidently, looking at this young upstart in front of me. What you don't know is about all the bar brawls and street fights I've had back in my day. I tap your gloves with my own. "Yeah, that does look like easy money... for me" I shoot my own grin back, eager to put everything I've learned into practice. My 5'9 165 lbs body tensing, making for an even match against you. This should be good, I think to myself, already going over everything my trainers have taught me in my mind as I back off a bit, my gloves up, a serious look on my face now

Dec_Chapman: "You need a little sense knocked into you if you think your going to win this match old timer" I taunt after we touch gloves I raise my guard up and circle around you, I notice you've put your guard up too high so your face is covered but you've left the lower part of your body exposed so I quickly swing a right uppercut into your stomach to open on you, then pivoting and twisting my hip to throw in a strong left hook at the side of your head

Alex_Potts: My fists are up, covering my face for protection, just like I've been taught... but maybe a little too high as I circle around you, ready to get in, starting with some light offense to work myself closer to you, but you're quick, and experienced. You suddenly slam an uppercut into my beefy gut, and I'm too slow to bring my elbows down, your glove strikes hard with a loud WHUMP, and I groan in surprise, doubling over. With my arms down now, though, you take your second opening, and your fist slams right into my cheek. "UNNNFF!!!" I groan loudly, my head snapping hard to the side, spit flying out as I stagger on my feet, just barely keeping myself up. I shake my head, dazed already, surprised at how much force is coming out of your punches. I don't let it faze me as I right myself and put my dukes up again. "Nice first shot.." I say, spitting on the canvas and then look up at you, coming in with a few quick jabs to your face

Alex_Potts: 

Dec_Chapman: "Who did you train with a boxer from Temu?" I mock and laugh at you after landing my combo on you "Thanks and that was only the first shot so hope you ready for the second" I grin as you put your dukes up coming at me with some quick jabs but I easy dodge by back stepping and lean my face to easily evade as you leave yourself open and I swing a nasty right cross into your jaw to send your face flying to the side but I'm far from done as I close the distance again and drill a straight left punch into your face to knock you backwards towards one of the corners of the ring, holding my guard up nice and tight "How about thirds?"

Dec_Chapman: 

Alex_Potts: My fists shooting straight out like bullets, but they just whiff, slicing through the air. My eyes widen, surprised at how quick you are, none of my punches landing. My arms out and my body exposed, you swing an expert cross that slams into my lower jaw, making it jut out painfully as my head cranks out again, my eyes frowning, lips puckering as I moan "UNFFF!" more spit flying out into the air. I blink confusedly and turn my head back to face you only to see your glove flying straight at me, and I eat it hard, clenching my teeth as the punch explodes into my nose and chin! "FUCK!" i yell unexpectedly, the pain searing across my face as my head whiplashes back and I stumble back, hitting the corner, my arms draped over the ropes. I'm breathing hard, trying to get my bearings, pushing my feet against the canvas so I can get myself back upright

Dec_Chapman: I strut over to your corner with your arms draped over the ropes your totally exposed "Tough spot here huh?" I see you attempt to get yourself up straight and I pop a right hook into your ribs, then a left hook into your gut, right hook into the other side of your gut. It looks like I'm about to back off as I step back but then I swing up my right arm hard in a solid motion towards the centre of your gut for a deep hitting Right uppercut for your stomach

Alex_Potts: I'm already feeling a little winded as you notice my hairy chest rising, struggling to get air. I know I'm exposed as you get closer and you crack a hook into my ribs and gut, working my torso. My body jerks painfully, each blow elicinting a sharp cry of pain - "AAAGH!! UNGGH!!" my body jolting, my fat rippling out from the point of contact. My eyes widen in shock as I stare straight ahead, and as you back off I try to push myself out of the corner, only for you to arc down and slam an uppercut deep into my gut, sinking it in, nearly lifting me off my feet as my eyes widen even more in shock and terror, my body doubling over as my jaw drops wide open, a river of spit dripping out of my mouth and caking my beard. "Urrrrkkk---" i retch, your blows hitting my older body so hard I can barely breathe. I stand there stunned for a bit before dropping slowly to my knees, gasping. I don't know what to fucking do, I have never felt such power at all in all the months of practice I've had with my trainer. I put my gloves up desperately, covering my face and chest, expecting some more punches to deflect

Dec_Chapman: I throw a couple jabs and hooks back and forth into your poorly raised guard to beat down that pitiful defence until your face and head are exposed to me "Can't hide from me old man" I then pop you in the cheeks with a right and left hook combination to knock your head about like a ping pong balls between my two gloves, I wait a second then I pop a solid right straight down into your face to knock you over and down onto your back

Alex_Potts: I knew it, and my guard takes a few of your jabs and hooks, absorbing your blows, but they still sting, and it's hard for me to keep my arms up. Just as quickly as you started your offense, you punch my arms down, hearing me grunt and struggle to keep them up. One more punch leaves them bruised, forcing them down to my sides and exposing my face as I stare up at you like a dunce, my mouth hanging open and some fear in my eyes. Your hooks pound into my cheekbones, and you watch my head bounce violently back and forth before sending another sharp straight into my face!! "AFFF----" my eyes roll back as the punch sends me straight down onto my back and I lay there with my arms spread open, moaning "Oh.. fuck..." my hairy belly and chest rising as I gasp for air, seeing stars in my eyes. My mind is racing, trying to make sense of what's going on, trying to remember from my training of a way to fight back, wondering how a young kid is fighting with so much power and experience

Dec_Chapman: I raise my glove to my mouth and blow of the sweat from the old man I'm beating down with ease, I stand over you and mockingly slap your face with my glove a few times "Hey mate you good? hope your ready to be 500 quid out of pocket real soon" I laugh as I step back from you and dance on my feet, throwing a couple shadow punches though the air still in top form and visibly ready to dish out some more punishment

Alex_Potts: I whimper as you slap my face with your glove, watching it swing back and forth, my body flinching under you in a reaction expecting pain as I frown and clench my teeth. "I'm.. not.. done.." I pant, still dazed as I hear you laugh. You take a break, giving me time to try and get my bearings - all I know is I have to get up as I slowly wobble back up to my feet. My body is covered in sweat already, and my arms feel like lead, difficulty to pick up as I try to put up a fighting stance again, staring at you through bleary eyes. I'm determined to land a blow on you, and I feign a left hook before aiming for a haymaker at your face, putting all my effort into the swing!

Dec_Chapman: I let you have time to stand back up to your feet and raise your guard ready to go again so I raise my own up and watch you come closer trying to fake me out with a left hook then switching into a haymaker but I turn my head to the side letting it pass by my shoulder leaving you exposed as I crack up a heavy right uppercut into your exposed stomach knocking a whole lot of wind out of your body, I then swing my left glove into the side of your face for a left cross to send you staggering across the ring

Alex_Potts: my haymaker totally flies by your head as you easily turn, and my arm arcs with so much momentum I take myself off balance, stumbling straight your uppercut as you aim for my stomach. "OOOOF!!!!" again that powerful punch sinks deep into my gut and stuns me as I stand there double over, unable to move until your cross slams hard into my face , whipping me to the side, my entire body twirling, arms flailing as my feet trip upon themselves and I fall down onto my hands and knees. "hufff.. hufff.."I pant, sweat dripping, my hair and beard matted with fluid as I crawl around aimlessly like a dog, trying to push myself up, moving on instinct alone

Alex_Potts: 

Dec_Chapman: I stalk over you as your down on your hands and knees trying to get yourself up, once you begin to make progress getting back up I send a sharp right hook under your ribs as I then get in front of you and shoot a straight left punch on your chin, knocking your head back and launching you onto the ropes "You thought this was gonna go your way old man? what you think now?" I laugh before I pop you across the cheeks with a right-left hook combo batting your face between my gloves again

Alex_Potts: grabbing onto the ropes, i drag myself up painfully and slowly, exhausted. I'm barely running on fumes I can barely think. All that's driving me now is the thought that I can't be shown up by a kid and beaten and that I have to fight back, but it's so hard to move any of my muscles. You crack my ribs, sending pain coursing through my torso as I clench my teeth and stifle a scream, my moans getting louder and more uncontrollable as you slam my chin, my feet falling out from under me as I land back onto the ropes, my arms draped over the top ropes. "I... I..." I stammer, trying to make words, but getting punch drunk as I hear you laugh and start playing with my face, sending a flurry of hooks repeatedly, watching my skull whip back and forth, copious amount of spit flying out my mouth, and then one massive hook draws blood from my mouth, adding to the spit as it splattters and lands on the canvas, rocking my brain, having your way with me. My chin slumps down onto my hairy heaving chest as I just hang there exposed. I can taste the copper in my mouth, dread rising up in my body as I realize that your punches are making me bleed now

Dec_Chapman: I see blood hanging off from your mouth after my last wave of punishment "Got a little something there mate" I laugh. Now Having you hung up on the ropes I decide too unload on your exposed stomach as I drill a series of right and left hooks into your stomach, popping punch after punch into you like I would a punching bag, each impact knocking more wind out of your body as I ease up and take a step back, winding my right arm up and then stepping strongly into you and swing a nasty right uppercut straight up under your chin to send your head flying backwards looking to drop you with this strong impact

Alex_Potts: My speech is slurred as I hang there, my head rolling on my chest. "Unnh..." i moan heavily. "Please..." my eyes barely open. You start working my defenseless body, pummeling it with reckless abandon as you send hook after hook into my fat gut, using me like your personal punching bag, seeing how much power you can unload into me, except unlike a bag, my body reacts viscerally, and every punch elicits spasms and convulsions of pain, my fat body trembling, moans and groans being forced out from my lips like a drum beat. "Unf. Ung.. Hnggg.. urk.." each punch forcing more and more air out of my body, and more and more blood and spit flying out of my mouth, spattering audibly onto the canvas in an otherwise quiet gym. The ring ropes creaking as my body sways helplessly against the ropes. I'm getting thoroughly decimated, my body a canvas of blood and bruises as you step up to admire your art work and then uppercut my chin hard, making me bite my tongue nearly in half as blood spews up into the air! My neck snaps back hard from the force, unloading me from the ropes, and you expect me to fall, but instead I stagger out, the ropes bouncing me forward as I somehow manage to stay on my feet in front of you, my face lax, beaten and bruised, eyes closed, jaw hanging awkwardly, blood and sweat caking my beard. My arms are hanging limply swaying, my furry chest heaving, my knees trembling trying to keep me up, totally punch drunk and fucked up, at your mercy from the very beginning

Dec_Chapman: You hang on the ropes a battered mess after all my punches have worn your out of shape body down, while you've landed zero punches the whole match. I smirk at you and I pop you in the face with one more right hook to knock your head once more when your already nearly out of it, sending your head back again as I then pull your arms off the ropes and let your battered weak body flop face down onto the canvas floor as I over look you with a grin on my face and I begin counting you...One...TWO...THREE...FOUR...

Alex_Potts: You smirk and laugh at my body's pathetic attempt to stay somehow in the game, barely standing, about to crumble right before you. You slice another hook across my face, watching it snap silently and I can feel the world fading, everything going numb and dark. The last thing I feel is a yank from the ropes, and then my eyes roll up and I let out one last, pathetic plea. "No..." barely a whisper as the full realization that I'm about to lose courses through my body. I don't even feel it as I fall down onto my knees, swaying for a few seconds, before falling face first with a thud, the ring tremoring loudly as I'm laid out and silent, blood pooling around my face.

Dec_Chapman: You body crumble to the canvas and sway for a few moments before falling flat on your face quite and blood marking the canvas under your face as I begin the count, now reaching near the end of it...Eight...Nine...Ten! I step over and plant my foot down on your back and raise both my arms up, flexing my biceps over top of your defeated body "I win old man which mean the money is mine" I laugh as I step over your body like a doormat and slide out the ring, remove my boxing gloves and take out 500 from your wallet "Easy payday" I laugh

Alex_Potts: My older, soft and out of shape, and now bruised and battered body lays there defeated, a testament of humiliation and embarrassment, utterly wrecked without a single offense to show for it as you easily count 10, watching for any signs of life as I bleed and drool out. You step on me nonchalantly, forcing some air, my body rolls weakly under your feet as you step out and have your way with my things, taking the last of my savings from my wallet.