boxing clever verseXNikkiTheCheat

[Verse]

Takano Ishura had been fighting for a while. Not just in the ring, like he did now. These circumstances were clean compared to what he was used to. His muscles, the heavy shoulders over his lithe waist, and the mountain chain shoulder blades, on an otherwise painfully svelte, athletic, tall frame, were forged in alleys. He had all kinds of dreams of what he'd do, growing up. But he didn't really have the money or support for any of it. And, as it turns out, fighting doesn't really surround itself with the best patrons. He did the best he could with what he had.

So he was always training. The lack of rest and sometimes food as he was coming up in the game was the reason he could fight at his current weightclass. Nobody makes weight like a kid who eats concrete to get where he is. The other schools and gyms didn't really have pristine fighters, but none of them knew what it was to be hungry the way a lion at an abandoned zoo is hungry. Takano worked on his technique, but he had always been able to win by relying on his hard-browed desperation.

Lately he'd been on a good streak. The soft boys of this league were nothing. Some of them hit fast and some others had freight trains attached to their shoulders. But he took it all. He was quick too, when he needed to be, what else was his long limbs good for? His tattoos didn't really scream disciplined fighter, but they all learned in the ring that he was here for short matches, which meant he was going to win by putting them to sleep. The audience liked that.

Thanks to a few matches when he threw it at the right time, he had enough money for this school. They had grade A equipment and a gym to die for. Not to mention their athletics line-up had a pretty storied boxing program. His academic achievements were bad, but his athletic prowess had won the coach over. The coach was basically eating out of his boxing glove. Especially after the exhibition match just now, to get people hyped, and into the school spirit, or whatever the promotors had said. Takano had wailed on the guy, because the coach had said he could. Even though the other guy was bigger, even technically over Takano's weight class, Taka had obliterated him with a grin. After the initial trepidation in the crowd, his exhibition had been the most celebrated one of the show that included wrestling, running, and gymnastics. Some of the faces in the audience had gawked at the other guy, Thomas, having his skull all but caved in from Takano's brutal combinations.

Right now, after it, he still needed to let go of some energy, so he had gone to the empty gym, in the corner of it that was pretty much designated to him. He was still in the same shorts but he'd ditched the gloves. He had a pump going and his black hair was dripping with sweat, vaseline and some of Thomas's blood. He was trying to get out the last of his adrenaline on the bag, and the sounds it made were loud, telling of how much power he hadn't been able to spend on Thomas's face in the ring. It made the tall youth smile, dodging imagined punches and countering with quick advances. A lot of his shoulderwork into the leather suggested dirty tricks. But that was his bread and butter.

 

[NikkiTheCheat]

Himiko Takemura became a really cute girl since she entered highschool. Back in the days, when she was still in middleschool, she was rather plain and really shy to boot. She was very athletic back then and was in the track and field club, where she scored some good results. That club also helped her meet friends and it even helped her get a boyfriend. Her boyfriend, Michael, was the ace of the boxing club in middle school and luckily for her he was into more athletic girls like her. She was always more of a tomboy, hanging out with the guys, not as feminine. That changed with highschool, as her genes were rather nice to her. She grew in certain places and that made her more attractive to most of the guys at school and she immediatly became the still tomboyish, but sexy cutie to most of the guys.

She was more outgoing then and got more female friends as well, but was still more comfortable around the boys, which they liked quite much. She was still with her boyfriend Michael, who tried not to be the jealous type, but also couldn't completely hide it. Himiko stopped with the track and field club soon after highschool started and she "grew", but she still loved sports bd she was still keeping her shape, by running on her own and recently she even became the Manager of the boxing club, where her boyfriend was a member of course. She was happy about that and things went great.

Right now though, Himiko was very worried. She was walking up and down in front of the boxing gym, not knowing if she should enter or not. Even out here she heard loudly how hard fists were hitting a sand bag. You could say that was normal when the boxing gym was full of guys hitting those sand bags, bit Himiko knew, that only one guy was in that gym right now and he even had a fight before. But he was still going strong and that why she was worried. Her boyfriend had an upcoming fight against that guy, Takano, who just half an hour ago, obliterated his enemy with ease and still had enough Power to go. She was scared that her boyfriend would get hammered like that.

So, she decided to go in and talk to Takano. She would lie if she said she wasn't scared, especially after the performance she just saw, but she felt like she had to do it, für Michael's sake.

She stood behind him with a towel in her hand and watched him hitting the sandbag. She waited for a short break or something, but that took a while. After some time Takano was finally taking a moment to catch his breath and in that moment she put up a brave and cute smile saying "Good Match Takano!"

 

[Verse]

He knew someone was looking, but he could tell by their sounds that they weren't a threat. It wouldn't be the first time someone had come in here to try their hand at beating a boxer when there were no rules. Takano had been visited by some types who had bet the wrong way, wanting to take out their debt on his skull with iron pipes. They'd learned there was a reason some people stood in the ring and other screamed from the other side of the ropes. The young male now kept hammering away at the bag. It swung back, battered.

By now he recognize the way the person shifted. And her scent. Their new manager. Michael's girl. She was easy to look at when your adrenaline was pumping. Whenever Michael wasn't in the locker room, the other fighters like to comment about her. Takano couldn't say he hated her curves. If you let them, they'd be distracting. Maybe that was why Michael was unable to get creative, his style was so clean cut you could probably pick his combinations out from the boxing text book. The guy worked hard, but Takano was even less worried about his upcoming dust with Michael than the guy he'd just beaten to pulp.

Eventually Takano let the poor bag be. As he stood up straight, she would be reminded of his height, and that he stood taller than her boyfriend. With the recent workout, there were veins littering the stimulated muscles that clung to long bones under his sweat coated skin. A dismissive back nod whipped his black hair out of his face, the side shaves well kept since today had been a match. He peeled the tucked band around his wrists and hands with his teeth before rolling them off quickly as he came closer to her. By the time he towered over her, he had dropped the bands on the floor on his way. He still breathed deeply. She looked so soft. Pretty thing.

He took the towel from her and started wiping the back of his neck and his torso. "Thanks." He said and looked her over. She had always been a friendly girl. He could guess what she might want from him, given how tense she seemed. He flicked his hand toward the water table for her to go fetch. He was used to that. "It wasn't that hard. He's got pretty weak defenses. I'm hoping Michael does better." But he was pretty sure they both knew he wouldn't. That's why she was here. He just made it easier for her to bring up.

 

[NikkiTheCheat]

When Takano finally took a breather, she was once again reminded how tall he actually was. Himiko was used to guys of all sizes since she joined the boxing club as a manager. From slow and buff guys to more scrawny but fast ones. But then there was this guy, Takano. When she looked at him she had no other words in her mind than 'Perfect'. In her opinion, and she was rather good at that, he was the perfect, born fighter. Tall, strong, fast, his muscles not too buff to get in the way of his mobility. No wonder he was the ace of this club.

Himiko handed him the towel she prepared abd smiled at him. He was imposing and towered over her, but Himiko wasn't afraid of him. She knew he was a nice guy, as long as noone was provoking him and as a Manager, she always tried to be equally nice to every member of the club, not only to Michael.
"You are welcome" she said.

She nodded with a smile as Takano gestured for her to get him a water. Himiko was used to that kind of treatment, but she wasn't offended. After all, exactly that was her job as a manager.

Himiko nodded as he said that "I could see that" she said "His defence wasn't good from the start, but the weight you sre able to put into your punches, let it crumble faster than it normally would" she analyzed the match a little, while also complimenting his performance. That was a matter of fact and not a way to try to butter him up. She knew that wouldn't even work on him. Himiko was really impressed by how easily he won his fights and, although she wouldn't admit it, she looked at Takano more often than a taken girl should.

"Well.....now that you mention that" she said as Takano started to talk about his match with Michael. She thought about how to say it, but then sighed "Let's be honest Takano" he said "Michael got no chance and i don't want you to smash his head you know. You are good, too good for this level i'd say and i'm not here to tell you to lose. I just wanted to ask you to......not kill him or beat him half dead. And.....if you make it seem like he got a little chance at first, i guess it wouldn't hurt any of you two either" Himiko said and looked at him as she handed him a water bottle.

 

[Verse]

It was a bit distracting giving her focus. Pretty things after he had channeled the destruction of having to beat on a guy's skull immediately rerouted his primal instincts. And there were many other urges left. And, despite being a bit naive about it, it seemed that under all her girly mannerisms, Himiko was a budding woman after all, by the way she looked back at him. He noticed it when he took the towel from her. He ran the towel through his hair a couple of more times when she got the water for him. He smirked at her analysis. Nothing less from the manager.

He tried not to get full of himself, but you had to play to your strengths in any sport. Truth was, he had went at the opponent exactly the way she said. As soon as he had clocked the cracks in his defenses, Takano had barreled right through. Too many of these guys had only experienced fights from behind the safety of rules. They didn't fight to survive, which meant they didn't train for it either. It was satisfying to see their faces when they went from surprised at being hit, to the vacant expression of someone falling toward the floor when their body gave out.

"His defenses will be better next time." Takano mused. It was something one of the bosses had said, when Takano had gotten the better of a bigger guy from an opposing syndicate. They'd had a good laugh about it. Underground etiquette wasn't the same as this kind of boxing. Though, that world wasn't free from compromising deals in mostly empty gyms either. Admittedly Himiko was easier to stomach than the types that usually asked him to go easy on an opponent. She at least did it for a good reason, she thought.

She looked so vulnerable when she went on about how good he was. He drank the water she had given him, but even as he tipped the bottle his eyes didn't leave her. He had caught her looking at his chest just now, so he let himself look at hers too. He had always liked the shape she cut, even if he didn't say. Any red blooded male would. How would Michael feel to know his dear girlfriend thought so little of him. He swallowed one last time and lowered the bottle. He let her plea hang in the air for a while.

"No." He said, coldly looking at her. Some of his sweaty hair hung over one eye. He was used to his dark voice mattering. He flexes his free hand to release the tension after he hung the towel over his neck. He wanted to see how the rejection hit her. She was nice. She thought other people would be too. He wanted other things from her. "There's nothing in it for me." He explained and then held the bottle up, now that they were close enough that his arm could breach the distance between them. He held her eyes as he started pouring the water over her shoulder and onto her chest. "But maybe I'll think it's worth it, if I get something in return?" She was naive. But how naive? Would she understand what he wanted from her as he clothes soaked and stuck to her recently sprouted curves and mounds?