Brutal Brawls

15:30 Harley_Havoc_Hill: "The Downstate Penitentiary is not somewhere you want to go.", those were the words I was told by a...friend. An imposing structure much like I was told while outside its walls. Now that I am in them, I reflect on the words I was told for a bit while sitting on old bench, looking down at my gloved hands. The boxing gloves are as rugged and worn, perhaps having been used by countless men before me. I look up to the roof, the lights illuminating the room around me, allowing me to see the snickering guards. I furrow my brow and roll my eyes at them, standing to show my almost nude body, save for some black shorts. I forget how this moment came into being. I stated I liked to box to a fellow juvenile inmate as a passing comment and the next thing I know I am in a match with someone else I have never met. The ring stands before me as i approach it, the ropes beckoning me to enter. And I oblige them, slipping under the bottom rope and heading to one of the corners, my lean body posted on the cornerpost as I await my opponent, slipping in my mouthpiece and tapping a black boxing boot on the floor to pass the time.
15:30 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

15:43 Scorp: I enter the room after a good workout on the punching bag, wearing black worn out boxers and brown worn out gloves, the fight was scheduled with a new inmate, and i read the name on the list and the time not doing much research on who that person would be, expecting some big guy all pumped up like the others in the prison...but when i see you standing there in the corner i am amazed, at this small guy, thinking this is the wrong guy, i check the schedule again reconfirming the guard again... "hes the one...was jailed coz he beat up his opponent bad, ended his career, they told me to schedule his fight against you, either one of you will get a taste of what they did when outside the prison"...shaking my head rubbing my brow with the gloves i move into the ring nodding at you...putting my gloves up in front for a tap "nice to meet you little one"i say greeting you yt

15:48 Harley_Havoc_Hill: I see my slightly taller but definitely heavier opponent enter the ring area, taking some time to discuss something with a guard after an apparent moment of confusion. Nothing new there I say, looking over his muscled frame. Nothing new there either. After some further discussion between himself and the guard, the man crosses the floor and gets into the ring, while I never take my eyes off him. I got sent to this prison for several...overzealous moments in and outside of a ring or boxing gym. I am snapped out of that thought when you greet me to which I offer the quiet reply, "Go fuck yourself.", letting a pleasant smile cross my face. I'm in here for a while so why not make 'friends', not bothering to touch gloves with you and just stand in my corner.
15:48 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

16:01 Scorp: smirking at your response, i bob my head raising my eyebrows, i raise my fists up in an orthodox pose and stand there as the bell rings, watching you all confident and cocky lean and limber body..cocky and confident reminding of how i was during my teen years, now both of us locked and engaged in a no mercy fight till KO no ref to intervene and set the rules up yt

16:06 Harley_Havoc_Hill: "They always smile.", I think to myself, sliding out of the corner as the bell sounds, pushing my lean left leg forward and getting my dark skinned arms up, assuming my own orthodox stance before pushing into the canvas and off my back leg attempting to close the distance between us by lunging at you, looking to go for a an early jab to your face with my lead hand, and then a right hook attempt to your body, wanting to start strong against someone who ha s a considerable weight advantage over me but also to make a statement to the guards watching and you as well.
16:06 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

16:14 Scorp: seeing you lunge at me using the side corners to your advantage i step back from you to avoid the sudden attack, and then you move forward tying to keep up the passive aggression by sending a nice hook towards my body, tightening my abs i take the punch nicely taking a good feel of your strength, the sound of leather echoing throughout the empty room signaling you have a strong arm to punch....seeing your right side open and up for the taking I try sending a nice hard hook to your temple trying to get you rattled up from the beginning of the match yt

16:22 Harley_Havoc_Hill: You are not as heavy on your feet as I assumed, figuring I would catch you with both my punches but only getting you with the second one, causing the sound of the impact to reverberate around the room. I start to pull my right hand back, ready to start circling again till I see your muscled core start to twist, your legs starting to pivot. I in turn try to get my other glove up but your hook slams into to my head before I can sending me staggering to the side with a grunt. "Tch!" I say as I shake my head a bit, trying to dissipate the stinging pain that blow has inflicted, getting my guard back up after a moment, looking at you. It's not like I have not been hit before but that counter reminds me of our weight difference. I look to re-approach you after some thought and flick jab at your face wanting to try and divert your attention as I intend to use the glove to block your sight so I can try and slip to the side and repay you with a right hook of my own to your temple. Feeling as if a fire has been lit under me, a small smile starting to cross my face.
16:22 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

16:50 Scorp: seeing my hook hitting its mark, and sending you reeling towards the side ropes, knowing i have rattled you up nice and good, i stand there with my guard raised up waiting for your move, and you don't disappoint, show casing your skills you feign a jab at my face forcing me to raise my guard up and face down, while you actually send a nice hook to my temple, which connects causing my head to turn to the opposite side, i stagger a little to the side shaking my head, clearing the cobwebs, smirking i raise my guard up "not bad little one not bad at all"i say and move forward really fast and quick on my feet...feigning a jab at your guard, i lower myself up and try to go in for two hard shovel hooks to your liver, trying to get you all rattled up and stepping back i raise up my guard up. yt

16:59 Harley_Havoc_Hill: My ruse works as I land on that face of yours, dazing you for a bit. I am already thinking of swarming you but you turn back around a second later, gloves up and offering me either a compliment or veiled sarcasm. I despise both, though I offer my own reply with a smile, "Gee golly, you think so?" though I do not get much of a reply from you vocally. Instead you rush me, with a jab that I instead go to slip, letting my head go to the side as I ready a counter cross of my own. But it is a counter to attack that never comes as I feel your gloves dig into my side making me instantly scream in agony from the first one, before I start to stagger, feeling my legs become like a liquid and I desperately get my guard down to absorb some of the second hook before I fall to the canvas on my hands and knees, from the searing pain in my liver, it is almost paralyzing as I cough, holding my aching side with one glove, gritting my teeth every now again.
16:59 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

17:06 Scorp: seeing my hook hit you really hard, watching the impact, the urges in me to brutalize you comes in fast yet i control them blinking, i step back a bit keeping our distance, not giving you my hand to raise you up, i start bouncing on my toes not letting the guard see that i and going soft on you, i raise my guard up as i see you start to stand up.
17:06 Scorp: yt

17:13 Harley_Havoc_Hill: I take in some deep breaths, looking to my left at your legs as they retreat. Taking in another breath I look to my right hearing and seeing the quiet chuckles or smiles of the guards watching on. "Tch!" I bite down on my mouthpiece and force myself to stand up, glaring at you, hands at my sides before I raise my gloves up. "Ok." I say to myself quietly. Rushing in with a throbbing side is not a good idea for right now so I take some time to regain my composure, going to circle around, moving in a step and sending left jab to right cross attempt towards your chest, hoping to make you try to block so I can shoot a left uppercut into your chin, wincing when I use my right hand, thanks to that liver punch.
17:13 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

17:26 Scorp: i see you raising up slowly on your feet, reeling from the pain from my liver shot, determined for more i see that the fight in you has not gone down, I raise my guard up keeping a watchful eye on your moves, seeing you move in and send a combo of left jab to right cross at my chest, i block those punches with my guard the sound of leather smacking fills the room up...then you send a nice uppercut trying to split my guard, aiming for my chin...but i trap your uppercut between my guard by clinching tightly and then as i feel you trying to pull it away, i try sending a nice hard straight jab to your eye trying to get it all colored up from the hit. yt

17:32 Harley_Havoc_Hill: I swing at you quickly but you just as quickly block my attacks, as leather clashes against leather though I hope my uppercut will find its way home, only to have you trap my slender hand as it approaches your chin, stopping it in its tracks. THWAP! My head gets smacked backwards by the jab you reply with, causing me to hiss, "Guh!" I grunt, trying to pull my trapped arm away from your grip. Pivoting on my back leg I look to try and deliver right hook to your own liver, clearly not enjoying how things are transpiring right now against my bigger foe.
17:32 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

17:43 Scorp: seeing your head sacked backwards by the jab, hitting its target, i smirk and raise up my guard again ready for your attacks knowing that your vision is already down at one side, i smile seeing you come towards me going in for a hook to my liver, i lower my left across my abs blocking your hook, and seeing your right side open i try to counter your hook with a really hard hook directly to your temple at the same spot, using my hips pushing the punch in exhaling as i put my breath into it yt

17:48 Harley_Havoc_Hill: Once again I come up empty on my attack as you block my hook. "Damnit." I think to myself at failing to find my target, still trying to pull my hand out of your grip, only to have my head snapped to the side, sending the beads of sweat on my brow flying. "Fuck." I stammer as the room spins and my knees almost buckle before I try to push into you, hoping in my daze that I can get my glove free of you and trap your arms in a clinch in an attempt to get some reprieve as I can feel one of my eyes stinging and swelling.
17:48 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

18:39 Scorp: seeing you in trouble and going in for a clinch, I grab the nape of your neck and push you towards the corner of the ring, and moving and seeing your core open and down for the taking i go overboard on you, and start to slam left and then right hooks into your abs along with a few occasional uppercuts to really damage your core and get you really worked up, the guards start to chuckle as they see me go at it without a handle really bashing you up punishing your body not giving a fuck if your thin or famine or whatever i blast into you without mercy "there we go again he's fallen off the bandwagon" the guards say Joking among themselves yt

18:49 Harley_Havoc_Hill: I hold on to you to try and find a chance to recover but that is suddenly pushed out of my mind as you grab the back of neck and slam my back into the corner. "Eh?" I say puzzled before the first blow lands and I gasp trying to lower my hands, feeling leather smash into skin and bone, sometimes managing to block a shot or roll my shoulders to evade one or two but it is an uphill battle as I feel my body driven back into the corner over and over, my mouth open as I grunt and groan, face contorting with each brutal hit. I am being swarmed like I tried to do to you earlier and the pain in my abs is making me feel nauseous, I can hear the guards faintly as you lay into me and I bite down on my mouthpiece to cope with the pain, "I can't fade here.", a glove comes up trying to push your face away desperately while looking to feint with a blow to your own side but trying to send an uncharacteristically wild hook to your temple to stop this onslaught instead.
18:49 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

19:08 Scorp: sending punches into your core i see your getting all mushed up, and as my slams get slow, you suddenly feign a jab at me in your dazed up state and throw a wild hook towards my temple which connects turning my face to the side, but as your body is completely bashed down and mushed up the punch has no impact on me... i start to snarl...and then breathing heavily getting really really mad i slowly turn my face towards you...the guards are now silently watching "shits, now hes done it" and roaring out loud...i shove you into the corner and send left and right hooks continuously to your cheeks with all of my strength not holding back at all my hips engaged in the movement right and then left simply pounding your face up...and then recoiling downwards...i spring my right fist up really really hard into your chin breathing out in the process trying to get your chin in a really really strong uppercut yt

19:15 Harley_Havoc_Hill: I manage to land on you and breathe out heavily with a sigh of relief feeling your attack stop and your head having been snapped back. The room goes silent. No more echoes of blows landing or laughing guards. It's as if time has frozen. Until you start to turn your head slowly, "Uh..." I blink in confusion seeing your angered gaze, I grit my teeth and ready to slam another hook into your face only to feel my own slammed to the side sending sweat spraying outside the ring as I grunt. "Guh! Guh! Guh!" the room fills with the sounds of leather on flesh and my protesting grunts, my hands try to push you off at first before that failed attempt sees me trying to guard my face, feeling the taste of blood in my mouth. My face goes from left to right as my guard gets shattered by the unending onslaught, blood spraying and sweat falling. Desperately I try to fight back and fire weak shots into your side once or twice but that does not last long as I just try to cover up in the corner as best as I can, gasping as my face starts to become a bloody wreck. I am badly dazed after the last hook, head coming to a rest finally as you stop, showing one of my eyes has started to swell and the other is fairing no better, ragged breathing as I try to cover up, chest heaving. That however also does not do me any favors as my head gets rocked back by a massive uppercut, sending spittle and blood into the air, my mouthpiece sent sailing as my back hits into the corner post before I bounce off and hit into your chest, only stopped from landing onto the mat by you standing there as I fight to remain conscious, gasping at what has just transpired in between thoughts of how much it all hurts.
19:19 Harley_Havoc_Hill: YT

19:29 Scorp: seeing you dazed and out completely lying on my chest i stop the onslaught of punches and the guards suddenly click the locks open "quickly get the boy out before he tastes his blood" they say...and come running towards us, as i am just about to lick your blood going into my special killer frenzy if i did...the guards separate us and one of them grabs me bending me down on the corner post pinning my face into the leather and snaps handcuffs on my hands "click, click" and pulls me up in standing position and walks me out, as i leave the boxing ring laughing hysterically at what happened, while the other guard is checking on your KOéd body shouting orders over the walkie talkie to get a stretcher and a medic there immediately....yt

19:34 Harley_Havoc_Hill: I fall to the canvas hearing a faint statement in the distance before I descend into unconsciousness, not knowing when I landed. I don't remember being loaded on to the stretcher or taken to the med bay or even being brought back to the juvenile area where the others can see the results of the fight. I just lay on my bunk, with a throbbing side and equally throbbing face, my cheeks now swollen and eyes puffy, "Harl..." someone starts to say before I say, "Fuck off." in response, though it hurts to talk. All I can think of is how thoroughly outclassed I was as the fight went on. Gritting my teeth, I can only vow to pay you back in kind some day, rolling over to look at one of the guards smirking and tossing him the bird before closing my eyes to fall asleep and forget that nightmare.

Published: 2022-02-23, viewed 101 times.