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sports-outsized · 6 months ago
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onceuponatown · 1 year ago
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Paddy Ryan (1851-1900) was a professional heavyweight bare knuckle boxer and prizefighter who was a heavyweight champion once, but lost his title to John L. Sullivan. He was known as the Trojan Giant.
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american-tabloid · 6 months ago
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Frankie Vallerino and Bert Colima II fight, Hollywood, California February 21, 1938
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imaginal-ai · 8 months ago
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"Shadow Boxer" (0002)
(More of The Pugilist Series)
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ofleafstructure · 2 months ago
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Heinrich Kley
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domquixotedospobresblog · 8 months ago
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Women X Wo+man.🤔
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evaristoramos · 2 years ago
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Redraw from a Mashiba I did in 2020. By the way, he is my favorite character in Hajime no Ippo.
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sports-outsized · 6 months ago
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thekantoart · 10 months ago
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Kiyo - Flaming demon
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bigaldevlin · 10 months ago
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historicalvagabond · 2 months ago
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Gloucester's Boxing Days: A Salty History
Ports and waterfronts always attract a rough crowd and that crowd is usually up for some equally rough entertainment. After the Civil War, Gloucester, Massachusetts was one of the most renowed and saltiest of fishing ports in the world. A harbor with hundreds of fishing schooners and even more transient fishermen living in boarding houses. Ships from Europe, unloading salt for Gloucester’s salt…
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imaginal-ai · 1 year ago
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"Shadow Boxer" (0001)
(The Pugilist Series)
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alchemisland · 8 months ago
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No training gold medal
Kevin Lee how I could be number one  If only I’d started training in 2001 I am mad, they say Entering K1 at 28, without having done kickboxing 101 Striking is day one but toughness is viking Poor fundamentals but mental game strength ten Dropped Joe Schilling off a clinch break, knee taking Ten counting feeling is amazing, feel like I could go all day But a single hit to the breadbasket…
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penroseparticle · 5 months ago
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Fascinating watching this website contort around the idea of reaching out to and converting far right leaning individuals as if the same 3-4 stances aren't having a do-si-do while all being able to coexist
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vizrecon · 9 months ago
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gwmusko · 1 year ago
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The phosphorus white glare of stage lights flooded his eyes, blinking softened the rays reveal he was on his back, looking up at the wooden beams of the community hall ceiling. The boxer propped himself up on his elbows and into a sit, each move laborious and slow. The ringing in his ears subsided a little and the silence around him settled heavily on his shoulders. Beneath the sheet of canvas tattoed with beer mascots and bookkeepers numbers, the wooden decks of the ring biting at his backside moved him to rise. Trash was littered all around the stage. Parting gifts hailed by a unamused audience. If only he’d risen then and not now, then they’d be pelting the other sap, he chasisted himself, kicking out a crushed beer can that skittered away under the ropes. Would that I’d stood up before. Limping over to a rope of braided twine he noticed a shadow moving at the back of the deserted hall and became aware of wet smacking noise he made with his mop. The loser spat, thick and foamy with blood, before shouting out,
“I take it I didn’t win then? 
He felt each word in his tenderised jaw but still followed the words with a dopey smile. 
The cleaner stopped flailing his mop and turned to look at the ring and the tiny trembling figure which could hardly support itself.
“Your trainer, and that manager. They should have waited for you, no?” he called back, anticipating the skinny creature would collapse sooner than reply.
Instead the boxer managed to shrug and slide under the ropes and onto the floor. They should have bloody well waited, he mused only once he was out of sight in the musky sanctum of the locker room.
Fully dressed with a cigarette dangling from broken lips he humped it out onto the street in search of a taxi. Nothing hurt badly enough. Not just yet for him to forget, that for a moment, he’d heard the crowd and been invited glimpse the cosmos reserved for pugilists.
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The last short I posted here was a short exercise in world-building so this time I decided to take a crack at a developing character in a single scene.
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