THE HIGH TABLE

05:43 Cam_Grayson: Standing in the opposite corner, geared up in all black from my headgear down to my groin guard and boots, my fist laced in blue 16oz sparring gloves. I bounce light on my toes, my lean body sweaty and tight pecs shift some. I stare you down as Coach rubs on your shoulders. 20 years old 5’9 and 155lbs, we’re nearly identical. I bite down on my mouth guard and punch my gloves together then flex my biceps at you.

05:43 Cam_Grayson:

05:45 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: I nod at you as you flex and the bell finally rings starting round 1. I square up center ring with you. Gloves up on my jawline, chin down, in my orthodox stance. As we start to circle I snap 3 left jabs at your forehead of your headgear looking to make an opening

05:50 Cam_Grayson: The bell rings and I move in to square up with you center ring. Gloves up and circling, my right up to my jaw and left hangs over my mid section. We circle, your lefts come at me quick and I use some slick head movements to slip the first one, side step out of the way of the second and slap down your third to counter it with a right cross to the cheek of your headgear.

05:52 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: "Mpfshh" i eat the punch as my head snaps to the side n i circle with you, feeling the sting of the shot. I throw a left hook to the ribs then a right uppercut to the abs followed by 2 left jabs to the nose.

05:57 Cam_Grayson: My cross lands clean, I wink at you teasing you with my guard active and weight shifting between my lead and back foot. I drop my right elbow to catch your left hook,your right hits my tight abs and my cheeks puff up with air. I step back, popped with the first jab to my nose bending it. My left parries the second and I counter you with a quick right uppercut to the chin

05:59 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: "Mpfshh" my head jerks up as spit flies from my lips. I guard up quick covering up as I take a step back. "Keep your damn gloves up kid, hes catching you with counters!!!" Our coach yells as he watches you catching me with slick hard counter punches.

06:02 Cam_Grayson: Counter uppercut catches you good, a smirk stretches my face behind my leather headgear. “You heard Coach, gloves up.” My words muffled as I tease you a bit while hopping in with a jab to your raised guard, then bend and twist at my hips as I send a straight right towards your mid section

06:04 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: I block that jab and keep my gloves up and stand there like an idiot, "uhhgg" I grunt n wince as i take the clean hit to the abs. I gotta fight back n throw a right uppercut at your face then a left hook to the cheek followed by a left shovel hook at your liver.

06:08 Cam_Grayson: Before I can pull back to my guard your counter right catches my lowered face. My head snaps up and foot slips back to catch my balance. My guard lift, my gloves to my face to protect my cheek but I make the mistake of leaving my body exposed and feel the shock of your hook finding my liver. My legs shake and I take a few steps back, cheeks puffed. I nod, “nice shot” my face stoic but im feeling that one and need a second to recover

06:11 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: I know that liver shot connected and I felt it hit clean. I nod at you and step in close popping 2 left jabs to your nose then reaching in for a clinch. Trying to tie up with you. Knowing that this is a huge weak area of mine and I gotta work on it anyways. "Careful in that clinch justin, control it and defend" coach says as he watches me try to clinch up with you.

06:16 Cam_Grayson: Im watching you closer now after getting caught with your liver shot. You step in with a couple jabs and I step back leaning away from the first then parry the second but before I can land a counter you catch me in a clinch. Our lean sweaty bodies close, my heavy breath hitting your neck. I grunt out and start to swing short hooks left and right to your body, “ush ush ush” trying to control the clinch and work you towards a corner

06:18 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: My arms way too high in the attempted clinch as you quickly show me how its done. "Uhh aghh aggg" I wince n grunt. Leaning my forehead of my headgear on your shoulder as you take control of the clinch n beat up on my body with those short chopping hits. My arms over yours as I try to hug you but your better in the clinch n take quick control

06:22 Cam_Grayson: Your head on my shoulders and arms over mine. I can hear Coach in the distance, “what’s up bitch.” I grunt through my mouth guard, trying ti taunt over his coaching. A couple right hooks tag the side spot on your obliques as I control the pace and walk you down until your back hits the corner post

06:25 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: "Uhgg uhhugg" I grunt n wince as you work the body. I get pinned in the corner and say, "fuck you" as you call me a bitch, then thankfully the bell rings ending the round. I push you off me and walk to my corner where coach isnt too happy with me and gives me water and advice, I listen to him nodding as the assistant coach works your corner. Taking deep breaths in my corner as I feel those gloved fists leaving a few stinging marks on me.

06:29 Cam_Grayson: The bell rings and I loosen the clinch, not breaking just yet as I open my mouth to taunt but you push me off and I stumble out of the corner. I grin at you instead, white mouth guard on display and flex one bicep while walking backwards towards my corner. The assistant coach reprimanding me for my unsportsmanlike behavior. I brush it off though and keep my eyes on you, my chest rising and dropping as I take deep breaths. The assistant coach checks my nose for blood with a q-tip, it’s a bit red and tender from your jabs. He gives me some water and advice then pushes me back out there at the sound of the bell.

06:31 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: The bell rings and im right back at it. I square up with you again, but this time I dont throw first. I get in my stance, looser, more relaxed and calm. Right glove up on my jawline, left at my chest, watching for you to throw a shot, wanting to counter you hard like you did me.

06:54 Cam_Grayson: I meet you center ring, squared up with my left forward and right pulled back at my jaw. My gaze locked on yours, as I shift my weight from foot to foot. There’s a second of hesitation, both waiting but you’re forcing me to make the first move and I take the bait. I snap two quick left jabs to your nose then cross a right to your cheek

06:56 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: I block the first jab, slip the second one then go to throw a counter... but then "hgshhff" I take a clean hard shot as my head jerks to the side. I take 2 steps back covering up as I feel my cheek sting from that hit. "Careful of his right kid, cmon work what you need to work on" coach yells at me from outside the ring. Watching me pay for trying to box like you instead of doing what I need to practice.

07:04 Cam_Grayson: You step into my right and pay for it. I wink as Coach scolds you, my gloves circle as we square up and I let you reset. My stance relaxed, calm as I start to circle you, cocky expression on my face behind my gear. I snap another quick jab to your face, controlling the pace as I feint a right to the abs just to draw your attention low so I can smack the cheek of your headgear with a left hook

07:06 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: I block that jab, tense up my body willing to take it, but then you swing that left. I duck under just in time and throw a straight right to the sternum, then a left uppercut to the lower abs followed by a right hook to the cheek. Trying to score a few hits n get some respect back from you.

07:13 Cam_Grayson: “Ughff” I take a clean hit straight to my sternum and my chest shudders, gust of air leaves my nose as I grunt. My guard crosses over my abs and chest, catching your left on my arms. Leaving my face wide open and you pop my black leather headgear with a solid right. I step backwards startled a bit and shake my head to clear my mind of the shock. “Good shit” I tap my cheek and tighten up my guard as I circle you cautiously waiting for an opening

07:15 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: I nod at you then guard up tight as well, I step in close to you and snap 2 left shovel hooks at your ribs/liver area then try a right uppercut to the abs. Trying to work your body to slow you down and also trying to be better at inside boxing.

07:23 Cam_Grayson: You step in to close the small gap between us. My arms lowered, elbows tucked at my side and I take your hooks against my arm. The punches blocked but the impact still bends me a bit, with my guard low, it takes an easy twist of my torso and tuck of my left arm to cover my abs. I lean in to with my left shoulder to trap your right arm down. Our bodies closed, sweat and heavy breathes traded between us. My right swings wide around to catch your ribs, pull back and swing it again towards the corner of your jaw.

07:25 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: "Huuu uhhmpfshh" I take both hard, and I wince. I hug you in a clinch quickly as that jaw shot rung my bell for a moment. Leaning on you n hugging you as I breathe deep n try to refocus. Our sweat slick bodies grinding and my head on your shoulder as I breathe on your neck. Getting hard but thankfully my no foul protector covering it up.

07:30 Cam_Grayson: “Yeah you felt that huh bro” I taunt, muffled by my mouth guard but my words vibrate against your headgear. I hold you there, using this change to catch my own breath too. Your bodies tight, sweaty an slick grinding mine as I hold you steady center ring, your weight forces me off balance and a foot slips back. I lower my left and dig a hook right above your waitband. You’ve got me hard, but good thing this groin guard is covering it up. I look over your shoulder and at the clock as I try to count the seconds as a way to calm my hard on and gather myself so I can keep control of the final moments in this round. I pull my left elbow back and slam another hook above your waist band

07:33 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: "Uhhhggg huuuggfff" getting gutchecked by you as you hurt the body and control the clinch. Wincing as I lay my head on your shoulder and try to last the rest of the round, trying to think of what to do. Getting dominated in close and in the clinch

07:40 Cam_Grayson: I start to waddle, taking wide steps forward to walk you back towards the ropes. My heavy breath in and out fogs against the leather of your blue headgear.

07:44 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: You put me to the ropes but just as i lean up against them... *ding ding* the round ends. This time i don't push you away. I just grin n let you let me go first before I walk to my corner. Coach getting onto me for getting hit and not doing what we trained. But my mind is elsewhere because im still a little hard under my no foul protector. Breathing hard and sweat running off me as I recover some air before the bell rings again.

07:57 Cam_Grayson: Just as I feel the ropes bend against your back the bell rings. “Tch” you hear in your ear as I pull my head away and start to let you go. I see your grin and it makes me smirk back at you. I push my glove against your chest to bounce your back against the ropes then I step back. Walking backwards towards my corner, my eyes on you, the thumb of my gloves hooks into the waist line of my protector and I tug at it to adjust the gear and shift my hard on that’s tucked behind it. My back hits the corner where our assistant coach is, he gives me some water and coaches me and gives me tips to deal with your clean combos. I hardly listen, my confidence up after each round and I’m distracted, I can’t stop staring at you from across the ring. I recover air and at the sound of the belll leave my corner quick. Gloves up, left hanging over my chest right pulled back to my jaw. I move center to meet you and start off the action without hesitating. Immediately firing off three jabs to your face: the first two aimed for your nose then drop the last towards the chin

07:59 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: I meet you and mirror your stance, but... "ngshh ngshh mpfffshh" I eat 3 clean jabs as you pop my head back 3 times and sting me. My nose a lil sore now instantly. I fight back with a wide left hook to the ribs then a straight right to the chin

08:05 Cam_Grayson: Feeding you jabs and watching your head dance from them makes me rock hard behind my gear. Ready to follow up but you stop my momentum with a hook that stings my ribs. “Nghhf mphfff” followed with a right that catches my chin. My head bobbles and my foot slides back to catch my balance and hold my ground. I trade blows with you, swinging a right hook to the cheek of your headgear then dipping my left shoulder to hook two lefts to your ribs

08:07 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: "Hmofshh" my head whips to the side sending spit n sweat flying and just as i focus up... "guuuhh uhhgfff" i wince n take 2 clean hits to my ribs as I bend to the side slightly and wince. Covering up my body. Feeling the sting of your gloves

08:11 Cam_Grayson: My hooks bend you and draw your guard low, leaving your face exposed and I’m quick to make you pay for that with a solid right uppercut up to your chin then left hook to the jaw.

08:15 Justin_boxxxer_Smith: "Uhhmpfshhh" my head jerks up as spit n sweat fly and my ears ring. I wobble a bit and then as i try to get my gloves back up... "ohpfshhhj" sweat spit and my mouthguard go flying as i stumble n fall to the canvas face down n rocked. Coach doesn't even bother counting, "thats enough!!!" He says as he steps in the ring n rolls me over to my back to check me. Im ok just got caught hard. Little shaken but im fine. "Good work today boys, thats enough for today, go get showered up boys" he says as i get up and slap gloves with you then start to walk outta the ring.

08:19 Cam_Grayson: My combo put your down hard. I step right over you and stand above, sweat dripping down. “Get up bitch.” I shout muffled behind my mouth guard, feeling the rush of the adrenaline but just as fast as you hit the canvas Coach calls the session. The assistant coach comes behind me, arm pressed against my chest and he forces me backwards. Telling me to watch it after hearing my taunt over you, still checking me about my sportsmanship. You stand up, visibly shaken and I step to you slap gloves and hug the other around you, patting your back. “You good man?” I ask as we head out the ring and towards the locker room