Boxing Gym

Boxing Gym
AccountThirty
Posted 8/21/2007 2:09:53 PM
message detail So, I decided to go to this boxing gym just to check the place out since I have extensive martial arts training, but never one that isolates as much as boxing. I used to think boxing wasn't so great, but I sparred a boxer some time ago and he was really tough. I started to think "How good would your punches get, if you just did the same five ones all the time?". So I decided to check the place out.

I go over to one of the heavy bags, and I'm keeping it at a constant 45 degree angle with combos of punches and kicks. I get the attention of a few guys watching me, and they're pretty entertained. One dude tells me that I might look flashy, but he bets I can't bring it to the ring.

I stop hitting the bag, and I walk up to him face to face. He said this to one of his friends, and didn't think I heard him.

Account Thirty: What was that? Have you got something to say to me?

Punk: I've actually got a lot to say, but I think actions speak louder than words. I've met tougher guys than you in my time in the Army, I aint afraid of you even if you can do Kung Fu kicks or whatever.

Account Thirty: First off it's not Kung Fu. It's Kyokushin. Second off, you aint nothing, punk. You don't want to get into a challenge with me, because you won't be the one walking away from it.

Punk: Lace up then.

So I did. We agreed to full contact rules. Only stopping at first blood, or a knockout. Old school rules. We laced up in these gloves, I really was not comfortable in them. I only ever do bare knuckle sparring, so that I can feel the impact with my fists.

Bell rings, I step up and he gives me a hard jab, I am unexpected and in a different stance because I am used to using footwork which accounts for leg kicks, clinches, and knees. After the jab he crosses me. He is hitting me in the head a bucnh and I have to scramble back. My vision is warped, and I start patting myself in the head to regain my composure. Basically the whole first round went like that. just him pummeling the crap out of me.

Bell rings again, he tries to jab me but I slip the jab, I swing back but he starts bobbing and weaving. I am really not used to seeing this, people don't normally do this in a fight. I can't hit him, he's moving too fast. He punches me hard in the stomach, I drop to my knees and then he clocks me in the jaw, but I am still conscious. I get up from the ten count.

I can feel the rims of my vision getting dark and blurry. This chump is trying to knock me out. I am back on my feet and ready for him this time though. He rushes me and just as I give him a left hook he ducks again, bobbing and weaving. This time I show him the consequence of such a dirty trick. I grab him by the back of a neck hugging him into a clench and knee him hard in the face. I keep firing knees into his sternum, and then shove him hard against the ropes. He rebounds off of them and I time a high roundhouse perfectly sending my instep carreening directly into his jaw. Three teeth and a stream line of blood clatter across the canvas mat of the boxing ring shortly before he collapses like a building with no foundation. I fling both gloves off and mount him. I am pounding him on the face while he is unconscious when two of his friends drag me off of him. One of them tries to take a sucker punch on me but I elbow the dude in the eye and put him in a choke hold pulling my knife. With a hostage I safely made it out of the building and ditched him just as I got back to the car.

I don't think that I should train at this boxing gym anymore, I will have to find a new place to train.