THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

Kev_The_Boxer: I have invited @Roxybalboa1 to join #Roxy_vs_Kev_TheFinals.

Roxybalboa1: The sports hall is packed with eager crowd anticipating a tough match between the two finalists in the red corner wearing the white attire with red gloves and black boots is Roxybalboa 5ft6 181lbs with black hair and brown eyes. I am warming up in my corner as the announcer gives out my stats to the bubbling crowd ring side. I look across to eye you up and down giving off a mean glare as i shadow box a well rehearsed routine.

Kev_The_Boxer: The electric crowd, chanting a mixture of our names. I take it all in, I made it to the finals and you were all that was left. "Comin in at 6ft and177lbs, he's simply known as Kev!!" My jet black hair shining under the lights as I raise my black gloves in the air to the ring side seats, I look across to my opponent and begin my own warm up routine. Letting off a few satisfying zips as my fists cut through the air. I wasn't going to try to lose it after making it this far.

Roxybalboa1: I had struggled through the quarter and semi final bouts but I am in good shape for this final my corner man rubbing my shoulders and giving me advice in one ear before we are both called to the middle for ref instructions. I maintain composure as we glare down one another I am determined to win or at least not go down easy as the ref goes over his instructions. We touch gloves sportingly and return to corners you look tall and lean with a longer reach then me as I assess you from my corner again having my mouth piece shoved in and batting my leather gloves together ROUND 1

Kev_The_Boxer: The instructions are nothing we haven't already heard earlier, glove tapping then heading back to our corners. I can feel your intensity as I return it in kind. Thinking that I can't disappoint that now. I got through the quarter's and semi's with pretty minimal wear outside of a knockdown here and there rattling my head. As Coach leaves me with one piece of advice "use that range, gas her out.". How lame I thought. ROUND 1 Jogging out of my corner, I elect to play along. Flicking out 2 jabs at your face, looking to keep you out of my range until the right time. Finishing off this nice 3 piece with an attempt to your side with a right hook...

Roxybalboa1: I keep my gloves high and tight to my chin and my head dipped bobbing and moving behind them rolling from the waist keeping my arms in tight to my body sides as you stab that long jab into my gloves and face testing my resistance my head flicking as I dance and move around with you. You have a strong punch but I am unphased and more determined as we circle one another your right hook slams my left pale slender body UGNNN I lean into my guard hunching up firing back with uppercut and cross hook into your guard trying to take your head off and work your body. Dancing in and out on my toes but I am not a light mover on my feet opposite you as my thighs tense and abs flex.

Kev_The_Boxer: Feeling solid contact on my hook, I see you begin curling into your guard. My left is there, ready to defend as an uppercut rockets it's way up into my guard. Not expecting it's power, it knocks away my glove, a cross hook in hot pursuit as it slams into my abs. A grunt is released as I do my best to dissipate the pain. Knowing I'd feel that in the morning, you luckily fall back a bit and don't pursue. Giving me an opportunity to reset. The height advantage making it more difficult to go for your body, but not impossible. Feinting a right to your body, aiming for that same spot again knowing it did some work the first time and you would be cautious. I twist a left towards your chin, hoping your gloves aren't there to catch it. My right pulling back to my side to cover and body damage you may try to retaliate with.

Roxybalboa1: I dont fall for the feint to my body getting caught to the chin by the left my head rocking to one side and snapping fast but the shot lacks real power more of a point scoring tap from you. I keep moving around you bobbing and banding stepping in and out crouched behind my gloves taking my time to try make each shot count trying to get into the body of your 6ft frame uppercutting and hooking at your abs and ribs trying to keep those long jabs at bay. the crowd giving their approval all around us

Kev_The_Boxer: My gloves finding nothing but air and frustration as you don't fall for my ploy. You pursue me, your footwork immaculate as it navigates my jabs like a boxing drill or your gloves successfully swallowing them up like nothing. As you close in, my right is ready to deflect your uppercut to my body, pushing it to the side before it can do any real damage to me. Your hook however finding it's mark as my side explodes from your destructive power, HNGHH groans out of me. Staggering me a bit to the left as I'm nearly at the ropes at this point. The crowd on it's feet in an uproar at the display of skill at play. Looking to avoid an early trip to the canvas, I elect to focus on my defense and footwork. Saving the energy that was being burned pointlessly stabbing at you, instead preparing myself to look for an opening. Turtling myself up in hopes of catching my breath. before I can spring my trap.

Roxybalboa1: I keep moving around you in the ring trying to pressure you into the ropes with a long jab and a short hook to the gloves and head. I keep my legs sturdy and stiff planting my feet hooking and uppercutting into your body some more rolling and bending my body opposite you my gloves swinging away in short burst combinations as the time ticks down in the opening round

Kev_The_Boxer: Catching your jabs and hooks in my gloves, I can feel my back hit the ring ropes. Covering up the best I can, I take a low stance to try and catch what I can and lessen damage. I'm hurt but not as much as I'm letting on and hopefully I've given enough of an impression to make you buy in. Your gloves still rattling my body as I do my best to defend against your rhythm. Luckily for me, rhythms are readable. As you sway left to opposite me with a brief pause in your assault, my a shovel hook is there and waiting for you to swing into it. Following up with a cross to your head, aiming to send you down in our final moments in round one.

Roxybalboa1: your strong blows trouble me knocking me back and buckling my body I groan and grunt as the bell sounds ending the first round I glare you down before returning to my corner and sitting taking deep breaths and listening to my corner teams advice. the crowd seem pleased by the action so far as we try to out box one another through that opening round. I stand feeling confident as i move across the ring trying to dance my way past your long jab towards my face and hook some bombs of my own into your taught body

Kev_The_Boxer: Seeing your body begin to falter brings a smile to my face. My gamble paying off. Before you can fall though, the bell rings signaling the end to the round. Making my way to the corner, I knew I would have to put you on the canvas if I wanted to win. Sitting in my corner, my corner begins their work to repair anything they can and prepare me for this next round. My breathing steadied after so many shots to my body. I'm not fresh but I feel the best i can be. The bell rings again for ROUND 2. I start out the round once again looking to take advantage of my distance. Having a feeling you are gonna try a similar game plan again, This time prepping myself down low as I know you want to bomb away at me. Weaving through my jabs again, you are on me and already swinging on my torso in record time. Eyeing the opportunity for a trade, I take another gamble. Looking to time an overhand right to smash your face as my left guard down low and across my stomach, does little to deflect the hook to my side. Eliciting a deeper groan this time around...

Roxybalboa1: I get caught out by the strong over hand right to the left side of my face rocking my head back stumbling back away from you moving around the ring. I can see you are strong and steady despite the best of my shots so far I keep compact and focused I want to do some damage this round slow you down some more if I cant knock you out as early as I would have liked. I work lefts and rights towards your body and head in 3 to 5 punch combination shrugging my shoulders and shuffling my feet around you

Kev_The_Boxer: My punch ripping through and slamming the side of your face, you stumble back instead of falling to my disappointment. The crowd cheering as they see a momentum shift. Moving forwards, I know that had to have rocked you enough for me to begin pressuring you. As i move in, I'm met with another left to my body. The damage stacking is starting to take hold of me. Lowering my head enough to have it pushed back up by a jab, stopping my advance and back pedaling. Your follow up shots just whiffing as I stop outside your range and begin to circle you counterclockwise. Gauging the range this time as I know you are going to dive in to put some damage on my body I patiently wait. Instead of throwing out the consistent jabs, I slow them down. Waiting for your advance before I throw anything. Following my jab with a cross for the first time this fight, looking to follow wherever it is you try to bob away to at range.

Roxybalboa1: you get through my defence really well powering with your jab and cross hook moving me back across the ring I cover up bobbing and bending your jab is stiff and solid your hook strong. I try to fight back standing my ground again with combination of uppercuts and hooks towards your gloves and guard looking to get inside your body trying to weaken your defense and strength

Kev_The_Boxer: My strategy works well for the time being, stagnating your best offense. Forcing you around the ring a bit as the crowd gets to their feet. Itching for a knockout, I can feel it in the air as you grow tired of forcing your way in and stand your ground. Thinking I've done enough to wear you down, I duck forwards into your range for a slug fest. Your weapons are already in the air as I eat another hook to my gloves before an uppercut slides off the top of my glove and knocks my head back, not enough force to kill but enough to ring a bell for a moment as I grit my mouth guard. Looking for a left jab to your torso, A cross to your cheek. and closing it out by lining up an uppercut to your chin. A 3 piece combo aimed to down you and at the least hurt you

Roxybalboa1: your left jab to my torso shudders me and the cross hook snaps my cheek bone rocking my head I keep moving but hurting. I can now appreciate how serious this fight may be with the final at stake but this feels more personal. I curve and bend hooking to your body and ribs shifting my weight before coming up towards your chin

Kev_The_Boxer: You eat my best shots, and retaliate. Again going to your tried and true of going to my body. This time however, managing to elicit a loud gasp. Your consistent hooks have worn me down over time, turning my sides into a bruised mess that began from the first round. HNGHH, crumpling my body as I struggle to hold out. My gloves moving to cover up as they are too late, the crowd losing their minds as your red gloves are lifting me and tilting my head to the sky. My mouth guard ejecting out with it. I black out temporarily as I sail to the canvas. Only to be woken up by the pain of my head hitting the canvas. Waking up on my back, the count is already at 2.....

Roxybalboa1: I see you go down from my combination i did not think I caught you square enough I back away to the neutral corner whilst the count is administered I take my time to regroup my breath but keep alert. The crowd going nuts as the count continues I maintain a state of readiness to continue, pacing back and forth.

Kev_The_Boxer: Still feeling the shock of your punch, I turn my head to find my mouth piece as 3 is counted out. I begin steadying myself, rolling myself over as the count rises to 4, Getting my gloves underneath me, 5. Before finally rising and moving my gloves into position. Looking over to you in the corner, I can't help but admire the wear and tear we have both taken over the course of only 2 rounds. My gloves are wiped and the fight continues. Quickly approaching as to not let you have it your way again. Going back to tracking you down just outside of your range with a jab and cross as it frustrated you earlier. Looking to continue this until the clock can wind down and I can recoup in my corner.

Roxybalboa1: I see you finally get back up and look strong enough to continue the fight but you seem less enthusiastic to engage I have to come across the ring and force you to defend or fight with my urgent barrage trying to knock you down again and take advantage of the previous knock down.

Kev_The_Boxer: Approaching me fast, I look to use your eagerness against you. Setting up another trap, I watch as you approach with a punch already loaded and ready to explode on me again. Side stepping around you before following through with a hook like a bullfighting matador. Kiting you around the ring as I follow up my hook with a straight.

Roxybalboa1: Your heavy hook slams through my guard hurting me before the straight sends me down off my feet. I am on the canvas and seeing some stars your hits were powerful and precise but I don't want to give up so easy. I hear the count reaching 5 then 6 and start to trying to get back up around the 8 count I square up to you again putting my gloves up circling the ring dancing but heavy legged opposite you

Kev_The_Boxer: Seeing you go down again from my shots reinvigorates me. I bounce up and down in my corner as the excitement of the end is drawing near. The crowd at this point out of their seats and screaming their support for their fighters. I see you stir, staggering yourself to your feet before rising and squaring up. What a woman I thought to myself, squaring myself up to oblige in this dance. It's clear you are hurt and I want to take advantage of the moment. Approaching with caution to avoid the same mistake i caught you with. Watching your gloves wavering as I finally take a step in looking to end it with the combo that's been wrecking me all night. Ducking down and hammering home a hook to the body before following that up with a uppercut that rockets towards your chin.

Roxybalboa1: You go for my body bending and folding me up hurting me inside I circle with more caution your shots are few but powerful and precise I manage to avoid the swift uppercut to my chin just about. Thinking myself lucky to avoid another knock down blow as I circle and hook dance and jab squaring up with you trying to keep level with you with some back and forth combinations

Kev_The_Boxer: My hook finds it's target, causing you to circle as my uppercut slices air. You move out of the way of my finisher and circle me. Getting the jump as a hook slams my cheek, twisting my head and spraying sweat onto the canvas. I feel some wooziness but nonetheless I manage to duck my way out of the follow up jab just in time as it sails above my head, aiming to do the same combo again. This time going for a shovel hook into your stomach as I look to make it sting. Going up stairs this time with an explosive looping hook instead as I notice your movement is the last thing keeping you alive in this fight. Looking to intercept you on your path.

Roxybalboa1: Your hook to my stomach slams and buckles my sweaty body up shaking my shorts on my hips and thighs i give off a gutteral groan as your glove lands and leaves a nice red mark before the looking hook to my head knocks me into the ropes I bob bend and weave.

Kev_The_Boxer: The ropes catch you from a potential knockout as I can tell that you can't have much more left in the tank. I begin to stalk my prey as the next exchange could look to be the last. Moving in to finish the job as the crowd is going absolutely ballistic "KNOCK HER OUT. KNOCK HER OUT. KNOCK HER OUT." is chanted throughout the stadium. Throwing out a leading uppercut to apply more pressure to your situation. It's followed by a right cross and finally a thunderous left hook that aims to knock your head off. Giving the fans ring side a nice shower of your sweat if it lands..

Roxybalboa1: I can hear the crowd yelling as my sweaty back is supported by the ropes I bend bob behind my guard trying to escape your gloves but aim being beaten up the right cross the left hook both slam well and cause much pain. I keep my gloves up and jab back between your combination as your left hook smacks the right side of my face and head sweat flying into the crowd as i snap UNNN uh UH. My head is spinning my legs go weak sinking into the ropes even more holding me in place as they stretch. I manage to get a strong hook into your body trying to peal myself off the ropes and out of trouble jabbing at your chin

Kev_The_Boxer: Watching the spray is satisfying beyond belief as you lean hard into the ropes. Twisting your face in pain. I can see your legs shake but despite that you still manage out a hook I wasn't expecting from this position. It eating into my body, I have nothing but respect for your tenacity as I wince in pain. Despite this though I need to take care of you while I have the advantage. Batting away your glove with my left, I instead look for a shovel hook this time to your stomach. Hoping to prevent you from escaping the ropes.

Roxybalboa1: My escape is halted by the shovel hook into my body bending me up and dropping my guard OHHH I stumble forwards into you wrapping my arms around you huffing and snarling with groaned pain. The ref getting between us quick to pry me off you pushing me back with a warning. I bat my gloves together nodding behind my guard as I shuffle across and around the ring again making space between my back and the ropes selling fake jabs and planting a strong hit into your ribs. Looking for an opening to your nose with a strong straight jab which misses and collides off a glove

Kev_The_Boxer: As the ref separates us, I can't help but respect you again. Knowing I could end you on the ropes and clinching. It's no wonder you made it this far. Acknowledging your skill, I proceed with caution. my guard high as I move to you. I watch you throw out two jabs, only to pull them back before crashing a punch to my ribs. As a HNGH escapes me. Keeping cautious, I deflect another jab, pushing it off my glove and looking to move quickly to capitalize. Stepping into a straight to force you back into the ropes. pressuring you to the body with some more fast jabs. As the goal is to drive you back.

Roxybalboa1: I get driven back again across the ring trying to dance my way out of trouble but your body weight and bullying has me against the ropes on the other side of the ring again as I turtle up expecting the next barrage. I try to fend you off with some troubling hooks and uppercuts as you lightly fast whip jabs at my gloves and face UGhh uhhh my head nodding away as I collide with the ropes again and stand my ground hooking to your body

Kev_The_Boxer: My push is successful as you reach the ropes again. As you rebound off the rope, you press forwards with a step, sending a hook towards my body again. My lower body has been getting worked this fight as your hook sways me to the side. As i catch myself with a step to the left, I refuse to waste this opportunity. as I twist my body, throwing an uppercut with my right aimed at your chin. Gambling that this can land with your back to the ropes.

Roxybalboa1: Your fast uppercut is heavy and light knocking my chin up and back taking my head off with it as I crumple into the ropes covering up my legs working hard to keep me upright opposite you I twist and turn anticipating your attack as I slip another uppercut into your body while backed into the ropes

Kev_The_Boxer: Watching my uppercut land, crumpling into the rope. I know all I have to do now is peel you off them as the ropes are just serving as your life line now as i can see your legs are turning to rubber. Despite the predicament you are in, you continue fighting back. this time I watch an uppercut get loaded up. A tad too slowly as I barely step back in time before it brushes my chest, leaving a stinging feeling in it's wake. Knowing I could have been in some trouble if that had landed. Using my range I retaliate with a a return left hook to your body, looking to bring you off the ropes. Forcing you to stand on your own strength.

Roxybalboa1: I groan with pain as your left hook slams the right side of my body drawing me off the ropes and stand on my own two feet again i sway and lumber opposite you hooking and uppercutting hoping to catch you off guard

Kev_The_Boxer: Following closely, I can confirm the strain on your body as I see your legs sway back and forth. You can only hope to keep me from pursuit, my right catching your hook attempt, as an uppercut lands, snapping my head up. Sweat spraying up but it's more of a show, having lost some of it's snap. Losing your legs really hampering your power. Lacking the power to keep me off of you. Pressing on, I go for a classic combo to try and put you away. A left hook to your torso, a right straight to your nose and then fully committing to a left uppercut aimed for that chin. Trying to end you in spectacular fashion. My body feeling spent as the fatigue from chasing you down is starting to set in.

Roxybalboa1: I try hard to keep my distance while moving around you getting caught to the torso by the left hook ugnn, then the right jab to my nose snaps my head back with a jolt. I manage to avoid the left uppercut as you chase me down around the ring I fire back left jab left jab right uppercut. Breathing fast and hard sweating all over as I puff and pant behind my gloves

Kev_The_Boxer: Your head being rocked by a small combo, not being able to finish as my glove sails through the air in front of you as the uppercut whiffs. You continue back pedaling as I have to chase you down for a finish. I can hear your fast breathing as I know you must be feeling exhausted from the consistent pressure. Bring my gloves close to my face as a shield against the oncoming onslaught. Deflecting two jabs, I assume you don't have the energy for a follow up. Bad assumption. As I look to start my own offense, a right uppercut landing on my chin as my vision turns up and I nearly swallow my mouth guard. Knowing that if you weren't so worn down, I would probably be kissing the canvas. Only stopping me temporarily, as I resume my assault on your body. Looking to continue making your life difficult, I aim a left hook towards your lower abdomen. Using the momentum to then look for an overhand right to your solar plexus. Hoping to knock the wind fully out of you.

Roxybalboa1: my body being battered by your gloves again as your left sinks into my lower abdomen then your over hand right stuns my olar plexus knocking the wind out of me i close the gap gasping leaning on your as we twist and turn I clench and hold staggering against you. The ref getting involved to break us up as I try to regroup and get parted from your body. I bounce back with a shoulder roll and sway of my gloves sweating all over using my momentum to carry me around the ring opposite you jabbing and uppercutting at your guard stiffly bending and rolling behind a short hook delivered towards your ribs

Kev_The_Boxer: My blows land to great effect as I see you gasping, You fall forwards into me as my arms get fully tied up. You staggering as your sweat falls from your head. Warm air blows onto my chest as I can tell that you are faltering. Slowly but surely. Before I can try a hook to your side while we clinch. Too slow though as the ref steps in to break us apart. Preparing myself to fight again, I watch as you begin shoulder rolling towards me, ready to eat anything I have to throw at you. Instead opting to defend for now until I can find an opportunity. Tucking in tight of my face as my elbows dig in to support anything to come. As you reach me, my gloves start to eat your jabs and uppercuts. Thudding against me as that brief pause might have given you your pop back. A short hook to my ribs causes a groan to escape my mouth. But knowing your pop is returning, it only makes me want to brawl before it fully restores. Launching 2 left jabs at your nose before following it with a right cross to your chin. Going for a gamble as I look for a left shovel hook to your stomach.

Roxybalboa1: Feeling you leaning closer to me as you launch jabs at my nose and a heave fast right cross beating be across the ring I twist and turn behind my guard but your gloves are precise and fast into my nose and against my chin. I hit the ropes and dance off them firing a jab of my own before you shove your glove into my stomach bending me double lifting me in my shorts making my body ripple and shake. I hook left and right at your guard trying to get at your temples.

Kev_The_Boxer: Feeling my shots land, ducking your retaliation jab as I go low to your body. Feeling the light lift that comes with my shovel hook. Your body shaking with the blow. Bringing a new meaning to "shake to your core". As I pull back, you load up a left and right hook, trying to get around my guard and at my temple. I successfully eating your left hook as the right partially lands, giving me a bit of a stagger to the left. I step forwards with the force as I go for a combo. Loading up and launching out an overhand right at your nose, hoping to smash it down.

Roxybalboa1: watching you stagger from behind my gloves bending and rolling with an uppercut just as you load up your combination then right over hand to my nose feeling it break with a crack as my head snaps back knocking me to the canvas for another count. I bleed and try to breath through my mouth gaping open my mouth shield tumbling out before i get back up on a count of 8 the ref helping to retrieve it.

Kev_The_Boxer: Standing in the corner, I wait for you to get reset as I can see your nose is bloodied. Your breathing becoming raggedy. This reinvigorating me with the energy I need to finish you off. The fatigue of fighting my way here finally hitting me as we are called back together to fight. I approach with my glove out looking for a tap. A final show of sportsmanship as we move into the last act.

Roxybalboa1: I touch gloves with you before we continue the rest of the round I cover up and strike out at your body with my gloves hooking and uppercutting leaning towards you. Moving slower and breathing heavier through my mouth I try to back you up against the ropes with jabs and an uppercut

Kev_The_Boxer: With the tap, we get back into it again. You show me that you weren't done yet. Forcing me to weather a storm of hooks and uppercuts. As shots rain on me and on my gloves, some make it through my guard, knocking my head around a bit as I falter a bit through a stream of grunts and groans. Forcing me back from your pressure towards the ropes. I planned to let you gas more before making my move. Hearing your breathing through your mouth, I had managed to stay on my feet. Before fully being on the ropes, I feel a jab crash into my glove before making my move. I take a step to my right, moving around you towards your side. Avoiding a slicing uppercut as it gleams past my chest, and in turn planting my left foot forwards as I power through and overhand left aimed at your nose. Driving myself forwards with a loud exhale.

Roxybalboa1: You avoid my combinations near the ropes counter punching well to my nose making it bleed some more over my lip I doubtl jab and uppercut and jab back at you trying to keep you confined to the corner

Kev_The_Boxer: You eat my punch and keep moving. Your nose looking like a mess now as blood flows over your lips. Smirking as you send a double jab my way, quickly wiping the smile from my face. The first slams my chin, staggering me slightly as I cover up and eat the second. Stopping the uppercut to as I'm forced back towards the corner. My back reaching the pad as I go low, ducking under your follow up jab as I look to send an uppercut to your chin from my crouched position. The crowd on their feet and screaming as you look to mount a comeback.

Roxybalboa1: the uppercut slips through my guard whipping my head back and blood sprays out I fall in a heap to the canvas again as I hear the crowd roar and yell with the ref counting over me this time is harder to get up I can hardly breath my chest heaves as I hear "6.7...8" I struggle back to my feet with a heavy shaking bounce and a roll of my gloves moving across the ring against you again looking to even the score up and knock you down again with a smart combination of lefts and rights

Kev_The_Boxer: Seeing you hit the floor again, I can't help but showboat. Throwing my arms up and parading in the corner. The crowd screeching. To my surprise as I turn around, you're back on your feet. Ready to box again although I can tell you don't have as much pep to your step. Struggling to stand up. I rush forwards to try to put you away for good. My over eagerness becoming my undoing as I look to finishing you with a jab combo ending with an uppercut. The issue being however that as I enter your range, my face is mashed with your left. Whipping my head as sweat sprays. I can't help but go back to turtling as your right now crashes forwards. My fatigue now being felt as you've taken my best and are giving back more.

Roxybalboa1: I back away covering tight as you work me over now with a jabbing combination and an uppercut my sweaty legs carrying me across and around the ring opposite you trying to not go down again I feel fatigued and woozy as I catch you with my right glove both of us dancing less and staggering a bit behind guards

Kev_The_Boxer: Moving forwards into you, I look to clinch to try and regain my stature. Your gloves have done a number on me as I can feel my knees struggling to support me. The fight being brought to me as I try to catch my breath. Leaning my weight onto you.

Roxybalboa1: leaning back against you shoulder to sweaty shoulder staying in close shovelling hooks and uppercuts to your body staggering back and forth around the ring together

Kev_The_Boxer: Your shovel hooks pound into my body, as I'm able to endure the first, but the second one sends me down. Eyes bulging from the force you are still able to muster. Grunting was I hit the canvas. Down on my face as I try to push off on my gloves, I start to move to get back to my knees. The count going 1...2...3... As I now push onto my legs. Staggering as I get up. This fight weighing heavily on me as the ref wipes my gloves and motions us to come together.

Roxybalboa1: i give you some room going to the neutral corner whilst you are counted i take time to breath fast and recover my arms and legs feeling heavy as I lightly bounce on my feet shadow boxing in the corner. Seeing you get back up again the ref calling the fight to continue I move across eating up the canvas space behind my guard bobbing and bending craning my body from the knees uppercutting and hooking at you looking to put you down again for good this time

Kev_The_Boxer: The clinching and time spent on the canvas serving as a nice break for me. I watch as you approach me, sliding across the canvas. My guard is up and ready despite the protest from my knees. Your uppercut being eaten by my gloves. Your hook landing clean across my cheeks as I stagger myself back into the ropes. Leaning on them to try to regain some footing. I try to disrupt your advance by shooting out a right cross aimed at your chin.

Roxybalboa1: I move in looking to pressure the advantage as your right cross slams through my guard past my gloves clocking my chin cutting my lip and spewing blood down my chest PHuurur I stagger and almost go down but clench with you instead rubbing against you as i hold you and turn tucking short sharp digging gloves into your ribs as I drool and bleed.

Kev_The_Boxer: My cross making solid connection with your chin, it cuts your lip as blood dribbles down your chest. Rubbing up against me, I struggle to find the space to retaliate, only banging my gloves on your sides. It's not the same for you though as you find the space, digging into me with sharp shots as my guard begins to fall. Grunting and groaning as I put my weight on you, I'm unsure how much longer I can hold as I'm swimming now in my head. My legs are dead and I can only hope to wrap you up and wait for the ref to break us up.

Roxybalboa1: we stagger and circle the ring together swapping blows to each others sweaty bodies before the ref breaks us up I move back behind my guard cautious of you as I roll my gloves and try to breath. My legs feeling heavier as I move and dance less circling the ring after you popping long left jab then right hook to body trying to corner you again

Kev_The_Boxer: Circling you, my guard takes your jab. Your hook landing to my body as I wheeze slightly and stagger. Knowing I have to look for something, here I move to try to let loose a left shovel hook to your body. Following it up with my right uppercut gunning for your chin. Looking to end you before we can reach a corner.

Roxybalboa1: I know i must stay on my feet if i want to win this fight as we circle around your left hook slams my sweaty body folding me up shaking my shorts on my thighs UGNNNN.. the right uppercut to my bloody chin shoots sweat and blood out PHUurr .. I fall into the corner supported by the ring post as I cover up and jab to your chin jab to your nose nf nff fighting back desperately as we beat eachother up

Kev_The_Boxer: Watching you stumble to the corner, I can see your body isn't going to hold for much longer. The ring post helping you keep you up as you've become a bloody and sweaty mess. You shoot out a jab at my chin, stopping me for a moment as I lumber over to you but I soon recover in time to cover up against your shot to my nose. Making sure that this corner will be your end. I begin raining down on you. My right hook swings for you body, looking to drop your gloves. Throwing out jabs to your face as I look to put you into a punch drunk stupor. Peppering your already bloodied nose.

Roxybalboa1: I bob weave and bend behind my gloves as you rain down shots your right lifts into my sweaty body folding me up UGNN my gloves drop as you pepper my bloody nose stunning sweat from my head rocking back HUHH HUH I try to clinch with you again but you shove me back into the corner with another brutal right uppercut to my bruised body HOOOOoI almost go down as my gloves come down your jab and uppercut smack my puffy face PHUuur huuuh my eye cut with my nose and lip I battle in the corner a little longer with you your shots getting through my tired guard as I swing aa left uppercut right cross hook Nff nff swaying with a tired drunken sway behind my gloves I am almost out on my feet I manage to move across from the corner near the ropes dancing side stepping but you strike again doubling jabs into my open face ufff ufff i stagger and almost drop again as you set me up for a right cross sending a hail of blood out PHUrrrr i finally fall to the canvas again the ref getting between us I get up but he is refusing to let the fight continue as i lean on his shirt my blood staining him as much as it stains me. the bell ringing to end the fight DINNGGG DINGGG

Kev_The_Boxer: As I get into my groove, laying into your body and face. I look for the finish. You fighting your way back out of the corner to the best of your ability. Your gloves swinging for the heavens. Slamming into my face as a stream of blood begins of my own as my nose turns into a fountain. Determined to win though I continue laying into you. Your guard starting to droop as I push my advantage. Escaping the corner, I continue to give chase. Dropping you again with a right as blood spreads across the canvas and sprays the crowd slightly. Despite you rising up in time, the ref waves us off. DIING DINGG DINGG Not allowing the fight to continue. A slight disappointment as I relax my arms. Dropping my stance only to have them shoot up in the air as I yell. I pump my arms in the air in victory, Showboating to the crowd as I'm declared the winner of the tournament! Feeling like the victor, but feeling as though if the ref wasn't there to stop the fight I may have been the one to kiss the canvas. I look over to you in the corner, being taken care of by your corner as you are a bruised and bloodied mess.

Roxybalboa1: I try to push my way past the ref but the corner team all surround me too watching you show boat to the crowd I keep calling for a rematch as you are announced the winner and I am sat in my corner all swollen up. What a final fight ! the end:?

Kev_The_Boxer: end.