#championship boxing

[panimoonchild]

Sport is not beyond politics

🥊 Oleksandr Usyk is the absolute world boxing champion in the heavyweight division!

Oleksandr Usyk is the third boxer in the modern history of men's boxing (four championship belts) to become an absolute world champion in different weight categories.

UNITED 24 ambassadors supported Oleksandr Usyk yesterday. In the photo with the boxer are footballer Andriy Shevchenko and actor Liev Schreiber.

He came to the final "battle of looks" in an outfit with Crimean Tatar ornaments, and then in an embroidered shirt with a portrait of Oleksandr Matsievsky, who was executed by the Russians.

❗Also one more impressive win in boxing:

Denys Berinchyk defeats Emanuel Navarrete to win the WBO lightweight title.

[andthespidersfrommars]

the amount of love, admiration and respect I hold for imane khelif

[mimi-0007]

Muhammad Ali and Bill Russell. 🖤🖤🖤

[rizzstappen]

Hii Isabeeelllll💕

I wish you would write a fic where Max and Daniel meet at a NASCAR track. Maybe Daniel is a driver? A lil meet cute at the track?

Hi danniiiii 🫶🏼

Kinda took the liberty to give max a daughter in this. Idk why lol. But here’s a short little meet cute!

“Papa look!” Lily shouted as she sprinted ahead to the big car on display. A bold ‘3’ on the front in black and a smiling driver standing in front of it meeting fans wearing his corresponding tight black race suit.

Max followed her quickly “Lily don’t run I told you” he said exasperated but his six year old was for too fast for him. Lily ran past the rope barrier and right up to the driver.

“Hi! My papa and I are your biggest fans!” She squealed happily her long braided hair swinging with excitement under her yellow hat that read NASCAR ok the front.

Daniel couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at the little girl standing about knee high “oh? And where is your papa now?” He asked her. Lily to point towards Max who was talking to the security trying to convince them that he wasn’t a deranged fan. Just a dad trying get his daughter back . Daniel let out a small laugh before nodding to security “let him through it’s okay.”

Max walked over sheepishly. He couldn’t believe his daughter just bust through security a right up to this stranger. Sure max had watched hundreds of races with her cheering him on. But still. Not something he expected his Lily to do “hi I’m so sorry I told her not to run-” max began as he scooped up his daughter into his arms. Sade from running away again.

Daniel shook his head “nonsense that’s what this is for. To meet fans” he said with a charming smile directed at Max “your little girl here says you and her are my biggest ones” he grinned.

Max couldn’t help the blush that formed on his cheeks making him hot in the already hot Texas sun. Yes Max had definitely been following Daniel’s career since he made the switch to NASCAR but he didn’t know if that would make him Daniel’s biggest fan.

“What would you say about watching the race from the pit?” Daniel asked Lily. Her eyes widen and she nods brightly excitement filling her eyes. The hat she wore on her head flopped around almost falling off.

“Oh that’s very generous-“ Max started. He couldn’t take advantage of this racer who was just being nice to his overactive daughter.

“Nonsense I would love to have you guys there” he says and smiles happily “especially if I get to grab a bite with you after” Daniel winked at Max.

Max’s cheeks grew more red. Who was he to say no?

“O-okay sounds good” he said.

“Great. Blake will take you over and I’ll see you in the pits before the race” Daniel winked before turning his attention to the other media officer.

Max followed Blake out of the way towards pit lane. Had his daughter landed him a date with Daniel Ricciardo?

[cookieclickercookieeater]

Rounding out the cookies based on Girl Scout cookies are win mints. I've obviously got thin mints. Also I, of course, am having these frozen.

Usually I'm not someone who enjoys mint chocolate. I don't find it gross, but I generally feel like the flavors don't taste like they quite go together. However, thin mints have just the right balance of mint and chocolate, and I love these cookies. They also have a good crunchiness without seeming dry. These are going right into the cookie championship.

5/5

[siremasterlawrence]

Christmas Night Fight

This is a Christmas Boxing Match For A Very Special World Title for once in every twelve years a major box goes toe to toe with major other fighters going through the roof in hell like defeat.

I place my bet at the door on Jack L Monroe before sitting in my seat as the light pops on over the shadows of the boxing ring the spit light is giant. A fist pump into the air as a crowd goes wild in the boxer, steady with punches in the air.

Jack Mickelson the titan is a legend in the field, but he does not know that I am both the one betting against him and my almost ensuring my victory over this floor and his constant need for that overbearing and toxic desires, needs and wants above all else.

I can see that smug look cross his face in a cheesy stretch his fist in the other and starts jumping up like an idiot, howling, screaming, and shouting as crowd goes wild and the odd cheering only motivates me more and I could not tell if he was mocking me or not but I was about to win.

The announcer steps onto the ring with an awful condescending smile, foul stench and crooked teeth. The left hand picks up the mic as he squares off with the crowd who are losing all of the their minds, and great anticipation for their great hero, to win yeah, another victory, and prove his might.

He starts to hop on both feet coming at me with such intensity as I take a hop back my fist forms throwing a punch which he evade to hit me up and I avoid that as well but I go for it one curl punching hard fist hitting him in the chest.

The spot I hit on his chest glows hard as he hold on to it backing up he falls to his knees much to my delight I gleefully jump kicking him on both of his sensitive nipples areas as he cries the technique travels causing a electrical current down his spine.

He falls face forward when the alarms goes off ringing loudly in a resounding style the crowd is in a loss booing me as they throw cans at me I laugh shouting out loud to freeze which they do without being aware

of anything.

Tom struggles to rise to his feet barely able to stand up I punch him in his face the spit goes flying in to a air the man is done for as I watch it take effect he stops on his knees he is a mere puppet now. I unzip my pants exposing my cock as I stroll towards him and force his mouth on to it.

“There he is your number three seed in this World Championship.” He shouts lifting my hand in the air.

“Who wants to see the next match?” He is shouting.

“Let me hear you guys scream for it.”

“Wwwwoooohhhhooooo…let the games roll”

“Everyone! Please welcome Mathew James Howl”

“Gentleman! 1…2…3”

“FREEZE”

“What the fuck?”

“Why can’t I move?”

“Because I am the master of the ring “

“I rule the roost”

“Nnnnnoooo”

“I’ll have to educate you then”

“On what?”

“The proper behavior ”

“Unfortunately! I don’t obey anyone least of all.”

“One punch and you will fall into my submission “

“Never gonna happen…you….uuuugggghh…fffuuccckkk…yes Master Lawrence.”

“ I don’t know what you’re up to, but I do understand it’s something wicked because you two are up to something very evil and let me have a bad attitude problem, but I surly will not tolerate anyone getting in my way or causing more undue damage to my title.”

”Oh! is that what you were thinking? You have no idea what I am capable of doing you overgrown ape if you mind your own business. Getting angry, I see you throw a punch and failing because you are no good McGregor just another tough guy with pussy heart.”

“ What did you just say to me? I am to break to break you open, spit your ass open, fuck you raw, make you come and worship my skinny tone black ass.” I state to him as he races at me his speed up with every step I take but I launch my hand in the air throwing a one punch as I send him flying into the rings gate.

Meet all of my bodyguards.

The end

[allsassnoclass]

HELL YEAH!!! can i get uhhhh #9, an I'm so proud of you kiss? pairing, fandom, etc is all up to you :) ill read it even if im not in the fandom go fkn crazy ily xoxo

hi @clumsyclifford!!! alrighty let's throw some fake college sports players in here.

jerejean: I'm so proud of you kiss

Jeremy goes to find Jean after a few minutes, weaving through the crowd of his teammates and the Foxes until he reaches the edge of their party's sphere, out in the sand where the light from the bonfire has no hope of reaching. He stumbles over Neil and Andrew, drawn hypnotically to the bright cherry of the cigarette they're sharing, but neither of them question where he's going or make any attempt at conversation. Neil simply tilts his head to the left with a knowing look, and Jeremy nods in thanks once he spots the shadowy figure sitting yards away in the darkness, looking out at the waves.

Jean doesn't look up as Jeremy approaches, chin resting on his knees as he looks distantly out at the ocean, where the horizon line blends too deep in the darkness to discern what is sea and what is sky anymore. Jeremy flops gracelessly down next to him, kicking up sand and checking to be sure Jean isn't shying away. He relaxes when he doesn't. Jean still doesn't do well with isolation, but he's an introvert at heart and needs his space. After the events of today, Jeremy isn't surprised that he retreated down the beach to be alone, but he also knows that it's the kind of alone that Jeremy is welcome to interrupt.

It makes his chest fill with warmth, being one of the people that Jean doesn't need energy to be around. It's a privilege that he doesn't take lightly, especially when so few people in Jean's life have been safe. For him to have found a group of people to love and be loved by in return is no small feat, and it's something that they've gradually cultivated together in the past year.

For a moment, Jeremy thinks about the first time he saw Jean in person outside of a court, watching the shell of a man cautiously approach him at LAX with only a few t-shirts, a tattoo, and years of abuse to his name. He would never have predicted that they'd be here now, only a few weeks shy of a year later. Jean has grown in ways too numerous to list, but Jeremy has changed, too. It's a mutual metamorphosis, made more important for the way that they've grown in harmony with each other, filling in each other's gaps while leaving room for the other person to stretch and flourish.

Of course, one other difference is that they're NCAA champions now. It isn't a new title for Jean, but Jeremy suspects that this one feels sweeter, more earned.

This is a win that Jean should feel proud of, one untainted by the shadow of black wings and bruises. A championship that has nothing to do with the number that used to be tattooed on his face and everything to do with the person he has decided to become.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jeremy tilts his head towards the quiet, lilting sound of Jean's words. His accent has lessened slightly over the year, either due to less necessity to use his French without Kevin around or being surrounded by people who never stop talking in loud California drawls, but it still colors his words like a swash of blue in a sunrise.

Jean never wants to return to France, but sometimes Jeremy wonders if he would enjoy visiting Canada or Haiti, somewhere that he could use a version of his native language without ghosts following him.

"Jeremy?"

Jeremy blinks, bringing himself back to the present rather than some unnamed future with the two of them wandering around Montreal.

"I was thinking about our win," he says when he can remember what Jean's original question was. Jean huffs, but the sound is fond. Jeremy can't see much in the darkness, but he can picture Jean's expression perfectly. He's not smiling, but he's softer, relaxed and open enough that Jeremy can read his intention.

"How does it feel to be a champion?" Jean asks.

"Amazing," Jeremy sighs, tipping his head back and remembering every hour of practice and hard-fought game that brought them here. Despite the backlash from his decision to cut down the line last year and all of the negative press surrounding Jean's transfer, they made it all the way to the championships and came out on top. It was a battle in more ways than one, but it was absolutely worth it for the look on Kevin Day's face when Cat stole the ball from him using a technique that Jean taught her, then slammed the ball down the court for Jeremy to catch and score.

The team as a whole has grown exponentially. Jeremy has never pushed himself harder, and it wasn't all sunshine and smiles on the court this year. Still, they held it together, and as turbulent throwing a former Raven into their midst was, Jeremy has never regretted the decision to bring Jean to them.

"It's sweeter because I could do it with you," Jeremy says.

He glances at Jean out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't duck his head bashfully, and he doesn't freeze awkwardly the way he used to when Jeremy would drop a sappy but sincere compliment months ago. He simply lets the sentiment wash over him, keeping his focus on Jeremy.

"I'm glad you are happy," he says. Jeremy reaches for his hand, fingertips dragging along his forearm and wrist until Jean turns to thread their fingers together.

"What about you?" Jeremy asks. "How does it feel to be a champion this time?"

Jean takes time to consider his answer. Jeremy listens to the distant sounds of their teammates and friends over by the fire and the gentle sounds of waves hitting the shore while he waits. A breeze gently shifts his hair, light and crisp enough that he nearly shivers.

"I didn't think it would mean this much to me," Jean says quietly. Jeremy squeezes his hand once, then relaxes, giving Jean the space he needs. "I knew that winning with the Trojans would feel different, but the Ravens won because we were expected to. You and I won because we deserved to this time. Because we fought harder and wanted it more."

"And you did it all without a red card, even though Neil was being annoying," Jeremy says.

"It felt good to beat him," Jean grins. "That was very satisfying."

No one felt like it would be a good idea to make Jean block Kevin, not with everything he's told them about scrimmages in the Nest. While he played with Neil at Evermore as well, it was never while Neil was playing striker, and Neil only features in a fraction of the traumatic memories that Jean has recounted. Jean has been doing great in his sessions with Betsy and has grown a lot in his recovery over the past year, but no one wanted to risk prompting a flashback during the championship game, when the eyes of the entire public and Ichirou Moriyama would be on him.

Jean seemed to enjoy playing against Neil, anyway. Jeremy still doesn't understand their relationship and probably never will, but it was one of Jean's best games. Neil ran him ragged, but both of them seemed satisfied with their individual performances, and Jeremy overheard Jean tell him to have a winning day while stealing the ball at one point.

It's taken a long time for Jean to be able to have fun on the court. Healing is slow and non-linear, Jeremy knows that better than most. The progress that is visible, though, is much more gratifying because of it.

Jeremy looks at Jean, tracing his outline in the blue shadows. He takes in the relaxed slope of his shoulders, the enticing tilt of his head, the self-satisfied smile that Jeremy can barely see gracing his lips in this light. He looks like he belongs on this beach, relishing in his win with dozens of people who love him only a few yards away, holding hands with someone who adores him.

It's amazing, what a difference one year can make. Jeremy's chest feels warm and full, ready to burst.

"Hey," he says, squeezing Jean's hand. Jean turns towards him with a questioning noise. Jeremy tugs on his t-shirt, coaxing him forward until he can lean up to press their lips together. Jean responds once he catches on to Jeremy's intention, relaxing against him and sliding his free hand around Jeremy's waist. Jeremy presses forward, trying to transfer as much of the feeling in his chest to Jean as he can. He curls his hand around Jean's shoulder, partially to draw him closer and partially for his own stability. Jean sighs against him, and Jeremy can't help but smile into the kiss.

When they part a few moments later, Jeremy watches the way that Jean's eyes take a moment to flutter open.

"What was that for?" Jean asks. Jeremy smiles and brushes his thumb against Jean's cheek, right over the small heart tattooed there.

"I'm really proud of you," he smiles. Jean ducks his head, leaning into Jeremy's palm. "You've come a long way."

Jean wraps his hand around Jeremy's, pressing it against his chest.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Jeremy."

Jeremy doesn't think he'll ever get used to the way his name sounds in Jean's mouth, his accent curving around it and voice soft as music.

"Still," Jeremy says. "I'm really proud of you, Jean-Yves."

Jean ducks his head again, but Jeremy can't have that. He reaches for Jean's jaw again. Jean knows him well enough to evade and kiss him instead, the perfect distraction. Jeremy is happy to let him get away with it, because that was his end goal anyway.

They stay on the beach together for a long time. When their friends eventually find them, Jeremy watches the way that Jean lights up as Cat tackles him in a hug and he playfully banters with Kevin, two things that would've been impossible a year ago. Jeremy keeps hold of his hand, both of them on top of the world with no plans on coming down.

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[dizzizk]

[cellberry]

Listening to the Battle Box theme

[deadpresidents]

The first undisputed world heavyweight boxing championship match since 1999 is happening right now and nobody is talking about it. This used to be a huge deal. Am I just old?

[the-kipsabian]

[theanticool]

It has been a weird year for combat sports. Plenty of great fights and cards, but at least partially overshadowed by promotional shenanigans outside the ring/cage. Many of those outside the cage things are coming to a head in 2024.

So here are some things to be on the lookout for in combat sports in 2024.

1. The UFC antitrust lawsuit: Cung Le and the fighters will be going to court come in 2024 barring a Hail Mary from the Zuffa legal team. The outcome of this case, whether it’s the UFC paying hundreds of millions of dollars to the fighters directly or being forced to have less restrictive contracts, could change the entire sport as we know it. It’s the most important thing happening in MMA. As we move closer to the case, I really hope more of the MMA media (outside of Bloodyelbow) starts talking about it more.

2. PFL-Bellator merger: for as pessimistic as I have been about this, I really hope the PFL team manage to get this thing off the ground. They’ve got a new deal with ESPN that includes some shoulder programming. They’ve got one of the hottest names in combat sports right now with Francis Ngannou (also that one Paul brother). They’ve got a good roster that has a bit of depth to it now. I want them to succeed, I’m just not confident the team that tried to sellout MSG on NYE can figure it out.

3. ONE Championship - MMA, $$$, and BS: despite putting on amazing fights, I have to imagine 2023 will be another year where ONE operates deeply in the red. With rumors of their investors in Qatar, growing tired of losing money, ONE needs to start making cash. I can’t imagine their recent addition of $40 PPVs will be the cash cow they need, but it’s showing some desperation for liquidity. But that’s not the only trouble bubbling with the promotion. ONE put on something like 20 kickboxing bouts and most of their MMA champions fought at most once, or not at all. The focus on Muay Thai and a handful of grappling “super” fights has come at the cost of MMA fighters and kickboxers. So much so that a handful of them are openly complaining and were attempting to leave the promotion before legal action was taken to keep them in house. ONE has booked a couple big MMA bouts for 2024, but without booking of younger talent there’s really no infrastructure to build future challengers. And that’s concerning for a promotion that wants to run cards in the US and potentially land a big TV/streaming deal.

4. K-1 ReBoot - More J-Kick disappointment : K-1 ReBirth aka ReBoot has been a disaster. While the first event produced a new exciting Chinese Light Heavyweight challenger and was main event Ed by a terrific fight between Kaneko and Kumara, the card was streamed on the Quintet YT channel because something kept it off DAZN and FITE TV. And while Rebirth 2 was fire start to finish, the card was only accessible via VPN and ABEMA as their international streaming rights still had not been settled. If K-1 wants to be a globe trotting promotion that does business in Europe, China, and the US, they need to sort all this out.

5. PBC post Showtime: Showtime Boxing is dead after almost 40 years of business, meaning one of the last bastions of boxing on US TV. It was recently announced they will continue with PPVs being broadcast thru Amazon prime (and traditional providers) but it’s unclear how many events they will hold and if this will exclusively include PPV? Word is they are shopping around for another partner but this has understandably been a big blow for the entire industry. 2024 is an odd year for PBC, especially if they have to trim down their roster because they can’t get everyone fights.

6. Glory Kickboxing - What next?: Glory kind of limped thru 2023. While they had some highs, there were a lot of events and stuff that fell flat. Relying on heavyweights is always a gamble like that I suppose. But the guy they got to fight for the welterweight title against Endy Semeleer last week had like 3 fights to his name? So in an effort to build contenders and momentum, they’re bringing back the one night four man tournaments of Spike era Glory. We’ll see if that works for them. They also have that big heavyweight Grand Prix coming up apparently so we’ll see.

Feel free to add your own

[whim513]

i’m having the time of my life writing the cowboy fic but Figure Skater kazutora x Boxer Baji is also consuming my brain!!!! and mitsuya as kazutora’s designer for his skating outfits⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ it makes me ILL i lovethemsomuch😭😭😭

[sprucefrog]

I like to imagine whenever Scar fumbles during battle box and doesn't use his sword in head to head combat, that he's out there just slapping people instead

[kep1er-net]

MADEIN_U: #2024아이돌스타선수권대회