The first two rounds were tame, each fighter feeling out the other and attempting to assert their own pace to the match. In the third round things began to pick up mostly on the champions end as she began to land combinations, passing the guard of the challenger. A jab followed by a cross caught her chin knocking her back against the ropes. Smelling blood he champion came in driving hard punches to her victim's ribs and stomach. A few retaliatory punches hit their mark but the as the round ended the champion was laying hard punches all over leaving the challenger Isabelle Hackett dazed as she stumbled off the ropes having to be guided over by her trainer to her corner.
As the bell rang for the start of the fourth round the challenger gained some composure back and brought a couple of flurry's to the champion Victoria Decker. The fifth, sixth and seventh rounds shifted back and fourth with each fighter holding an advantage for a time before it shifted the other way. In the eighth round Decker took over control of the fight keeping Hackett along the ropes and continuously landing blow after blow, finally knocking her to the ground with a hard right hook. Hackett barely managed to get back to her feet after an eight count getting relief as the bell rang to end the round. The breather didn't do much to help Hackett get back on track as she was immediately set upon by the champion who threw haymakers at her wounded opponent and driving her into the corner where she pummeled her with nearly a dozen punches, only a few were blocked. The bloodied contender continued to be hammered in the corner before a hard gut punch brought her keeling forward and the champion delivered an illegal shot to the back of her opponents head, ensuring she would go down. This time getting up was much harder and even once she was on her feet Hackett was clearly dazed. She insisted she was fine to the referee who reluctantly let her continue only to have her crushed with a few unblocked hooks and crosses. Again he opportunistic champion caught her with a blow to the back of the head before laying her opponent out with a couple more head shots mixed with rib hits which sent her to the canvas for the final time.
The morning after the fight Isabelle returned home to her apartment from the hospital, still aching from both the bruises and the defeat. The newspaper was already on her doorstep and as she walked in her apartment she flipped through the sports section where the headline of her fight was printed in bold letters. Hackett can't hack it against champ. A picture of the final punch had a caption under it simply titled Dizzy Decked. It was amazing to her how the press managed to make a play on words with their names and also made her slightly sick at how the vultures swooped in so fast on the story. She allowed herself to collapse on the couch, hitting the button on her answering machine as she lay there.
"Hey kiddo, this is your agent Donnie. Got some bad news, the firm has decided not to renew your contract. I'm sorry I know it's pretty sudden they just wanted to go in a different direction. I pleaded your case but they seemed to have this planned for awhile. Anyway I'll call you in a couple of weeks and see if I can get another agent set up for you. You did good last night. Bye kiddo."
That call back never came and over the next couple weeks her career in boxing was left in limbo. Her trainer had retired after her last fight and the rest of his staff was hired by the champion Decker. Leaving her without representation or trainers. The two hundred and fifty dollars she got as contender didn't go very far so she picked up a job as a night time waitress for a diner a few blocks from home. Hardly glamorous but her agent had all but put her in retirement and she couldn't afford a training crew so she accepted that she had likely fought her last fight.
The months passed and wounds healed, but the bills began to pile up and she was forced to move out of her apartment into a dingier and nearly decrepit place on the bad side of town as it was all her job as a waitress could afford her. She had all but given up on boxing again but fate had other plans. One night while working on a particularly slow night with only one customer, a man, sitting in the corner booth a second man came in wearing a face mask and brandishing a gun.
"Empty the fuckin' till or I'll blow your fuckin' head off." He demanded, her first reaction was to raise her hands but quickly moved them to open the till and dump the money in the bag he provided. She clenched her fist just wishing she would get a chance to lay him out. The ill-prepared thief gave her that chance when his cell phone rang and he took his eyes off her to answer it. As he brought the phone up to his ear and raised his eyes back to her he had no chance to defend as she laid a hard right hook to the side of his head, shattering his cell phone and knocking the man out at the same time. She proceeded to call the cops then looked over at the man in the corner booth who was staring right back at her.
"What? He let his guard down." She replied, not knowing that the man in the corner was retired heavyweight champion boxer James Lewis.
OOC: So the basics of this is that my character is the down on her luck former top contender, I'm looking for someone to play James Lewis (I just picked a random name so whoever joins can choose their own name if they want.) He is determined to train her after the incident in the coffee shop but at first she doesn't believe who he is and rejects him. Eventually he convinces her to come down to his gym and begins to train her for a return to boxing. Since he's retired the character of Lewis is going to be roughly 40-60 years old. Other than that whoever joins can create the character how they see fit. Though I just ask that they play him as a sort of tough love S.O.B. who isn't afraid to hurt feelings (kinda like Mickey from Rocky).
The thread is not going to be all about getting back to the championship bout, but a developing of the characters and their relationships with one another. Lewis I see as trying to recapture the glory he gave up when he retired. Being more a character piece than an action bit. There should be a lot of dialogue so only join up if you are into that sort of thing.
If there is multiple people interested feel free to come up with a character or take on a role identified in the prologue above. The role of the trainer will be on a first come basis. Thank you for your time reading this.
Name: Isabelle 'Izzy' Hackett
Nicknames: Belle of the Brawl, Golden Girl, Dizzy (Derogatory as it was adopted by some after being knocked into a daze in her last fight)
Age: 26
Appearance: 5'8", 115 lbs (fights at 122lbs)
http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m182/getwreckedrp/female_boxer.jpg
Personality: Strong-headed she often can be hard to deal with and can be stubborn. She has a hard work ethic but her confidence has been shaken by the memory of her last fight. She won't fight dirty even if the other fighter does. Has a chip on her shoulder most of the time.
History: Born in Toronto, Ontario she lived the first ten years of her life in the city before tragedy struck and her parents were killed in a car accident. Her closest living relative was her aunt who lived in New York, so she moved there and had lived there ever since. Her aunt was an amateur boxer which sparked Isabelle's interest in the sport given that she had such high respect for the strong woman her aunt was. She started off as an amateur and at age seventeen won the gold medal at the Olympics in it's inaugural appearance at the event, giving her the nickname Golden Girl. She went from amateur to professional boxing and by age twenty two was the number one contender against long reigning champion Victoria Decker. Decker handed Isabelle her first professional defeat, beating her handily in four rounds with a KO. To make matters worse Isabelle broke her left hand in the second round leading to half a year of recovery before she could start training again. It took another three years for her to get back to contender status where she was again defeated by Decker, this time losing in the ninth round.
As the bell rang for the start of the fourth round the challenger gained some composure back and brought a couple of flurry's to the champion Victoria Decker. The fifth, sixth and seventh rounds shifted back and fourth with each fighter holding an advantage for a time before it shifted the other way. In the eighth round Decker took over control of the fight keeping Hackett along the ropes and continuously landing blow after blow, finally knocking her to the ground with a hard right hook. Hackett barely managed to get back to her feet after an eight count getting relief as the bell rang to end the round. The breather didn't do much to help Hackett get back on track as she was immediately set upon by the champion who threw haymakers at her wounded opponent and driving her into the corner where she pummeled her with nearly a dozen punches, only a few were blocked. The bloodied contender continued to be hammered in the corner before a hard gut punch brought her keeling forward and the champion delivered an illegal shot to the back of her opponents head, ensuring she would go down. This time getting up was much harder and even once she was on her feet Hackett was clearly dazed. She insisted she was fine to the referee who reluctantly let her continue only to have her crushed with a few unblocked hooks and crosses. Again he opportunistic champion caught her with a blow to the back of the head before laying her opponent out with a couple more head shots mixed with rib hits which sent her to the canvas for the final time.
The morning after the fight Isabelle returned home to her apartment from the hospital, still aching from both the bruises and the defeat. The newspaper was already on her doorstep and as she walked in her apartment she flipped through the sports section where the headline of her fight was printed in bold letters. Hackett can't hack it against champ. A picture of the final punch had a caption under it simply titled Dizzy Decked. It was amazing to her how the press managed to make a play on words with their names and also made her slightly sick at how the vultures swooped in so fast on the story. She allowed herself to collapse on the couch, hitting the button on her answering machine as she lay there.
"Hey kiddo, this is your agent Donnie. Got some bad news, the firm has decided not to renew your contract. I'm sorry I know it's pretty sudden they just wanted to go in a different direction. I pleaded your case but they seemed to have this planned for awhile. Anyway I'll call you in a couple of weeks and see if I can get another agent set up for you. You did good last night. Bye kiddo."
That call back never came and over the next couple weeks her career in boxing was left in limbo. Her trainer had retired after her last fight and the rest of his staff was hired by the champion Decker. Leaving her without representation or trainers. The two hundred and fifty dollars she got as contender didn't go very far so she picked up a job as a night time waitress for a diner a few blocks from home. Hardly glamorous but her agent had all but put her in retirement and she couldn't afford a training crew so she accepted that she had likely fought her last fight.
The months passed and wounds healed, but the bills began to pile up and she was forced to move out of her apartment into a dingier and nearly decrepit place on the bad side of town as it was all her job as a waitress could afford her. She had all but given up on boxing again but fate had other plans. One night while working on a particularly slow night with only one customer, a man, sitting in the corner booth a second man came in wearing a face mask and brandishing a gun.
"Empty the fuckin' till or I'll blow your fuckin' head off." He demanded, her first reaction was to raise her hands but quickly moved them to open the till and dump the money in the bag he provided. She clenched her fist just wishing she would get a chance to lay him out. The ill-prepared thief gave her that chance when his cell phone rang and he took his eyes off her to answer it. As he brought the phone up to his ear and raised his eyes back to her he had no chance to defend as she laid a hard right hook to the side of his head, shattering his cell phone and knocking the man out at the same time. She proceeded to call the cops then looked over at the man in the corner booth who was staring right back at her.
"What? He let his guard down." She replied, not knowing that the man in the corner was retired heavyweight champion boxer James Lewis.
OOC: So the basics of this is that my character is the down on her luck former top contender, I'm looking for someone to play James Lewis (I just picked a random name so whoever joins can choose their own name if they want.) He is determined to train her after the incident in the coffee shop but at first she doesn't believe who he is and rejects him. Eventually he convinces her to come down to his gym and begins to train her for a return to boxing. Since he's retired the character of Lewis is going to be roughly 40-60 years old. Other than that whoever joins can create the character how they see fit. Though I just ask that they play him as a sort of tough love S.O.B. who isn't afraid to hurt feelings (kinda like Mickey from Rocky).
The thread is not going to be all about getting back to the championship bout, but a developing of the characters and their relationships with one another. Lewis I see as trying to recapture the glory he gave up when he retired. Being more a character piece than an action bit. There should be a lot of dialogue so only join up if you are into that sort of thing.
If there is multiple people interested feel free to come up with a character or take on a role identified in the prologue above. The role of the trainer will be on a first come basis. Thank you for your time reading this.
Name: Isabelle 'Izzy' Hackett
Nicknames: Belle of the Brawl, Golden Girl, Dizzy (Derogatory as it was adopted by some after being knocked into a daze in her last fight)
Age: 26
Appearance: 5'8", 115 lbs (fights at 122lbs)
http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m182/getwreckedrp/female_boxer.jpg
Personality: Strong-headed she often can be hard to deal with and can be stubborn. She has a hard work ethic but her confidence has been shaken by the memory of her last fight. She won't fight dirty even if the other fighter does. Has a chip on her shoulder most of the time.
History: Born in Toronto, Ontario she lived the first ten years of her life in the city before tragedy struck and her parents were killed in a car accident. Her closest living relative was her aunt who lived in New York, so she moved there and had lived there ever since. Her aunt was an amateur boxer which sparked Isabelle's interest in the sport given that she had such high respect for the strong woman her aunt was. She started off as an amateur and at age seventeen won the gold medal at the Olympics in it's inaugural appearance at the event, giving her the nickname Golden Girl. She went from amateur to professional boxing and by age twenty two was the number one contender against long reigning champion Victoria Decker. Decker handed Isabelle her first professional defeat, beating her handily in four rounds with a KO. To make matters worse Isabelle broke her left hand in the second round leading to half a year of recovery before she could start training again. It took another three years for her to get back to contender status where she was again defeated by Decker, this time losing in the ninth round.
