Sunday training for the ABF Kids. We leave on Tuesday for the
National Jr Golden Gloves in Mesquite NV
Aleman Boxing Fresno's 9th annual Mexican Independence Day Boxing Championships will be held at the Heartbeat Boxing Fight Fitness @heartbeatboxingfresno 155 Van Ness Ave, Fresno CA 93721
Saturday, Sept 8th
Contact Frank Aleman 559-905-7125 for pre-matching!
ABF Kids heading to the National Jr Golden Gloves next week in Mesquite NV! Ages 8-18!
Aleman Boxing 🥊 Fresno
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WANNA GET IN GREAT SHAPE?
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Come by & sign up for a great workout & stress reliever!
Women, Men, boys & girls
1229 N Sierra Vista Ave
Off Olive near Chestnut
For info. 559-905-7125
Not a peep could be heard from the thousands seated in Domingo Stadium after the bell rang to announce the start of round number nine. Everyone stared with looks of fright and worry as they watched their two champions square off in the center of the ring. An infant began to cry after someone finally decided to interrupt the tension in the open stadium by coughing, and then Santiago Morgan, the challenger’s chief second, yelled at the top of his lungs, “Well don’t fucking wait, kid! You have to fight! You have to take it to him!” But it was easier said than done. Chi Chi Madones felt frozen in time, and the ring seemed to shrink as he gazed at the menacing, unflinching form of his opponent. He was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he was afraid. And with that fear came a cancer that slowly but surely began to eat away at his willingness to overcome. The cancer was called failure, and it made every part of his body beg him to submit. What was he doing in the ring? Why was he trying so hard to defeat a man who never seemed to get hurt? It was ridiculous. The whole fight was a joke. It was only a few short weeks ago that he felt he was unbeatable, that it was his time to snatch another coveted championship belt away and become the undisputed ruler in another weight class, but suddenly it felt impossible.
Johnny “Cinco” Aguayo looked like he’d sprouted the wings of a devil. His massive back muscles flared away from his bones with every heaving breath that he took, and Madones could see that the thirty-seven year old man clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles were clearly visible through the tops of his heavily padded silver gloves. He stood in front of him with a look in his eyes that promised he’d kill the younger challenger no matter what, and rooted his heels into the soft canvas of the boxing ring before he twitched. A crippling right hand suddenly shook Madones with the force of a vengeful thunderbolt.
Art / Erik Morales vs Marco Antonio Barrera I (2/19/2000) #sportswriter#sportswriting#boxingwriter#boxingwriting#erikmorales#marcoantoniobarrera#hboboxing#shortstory#storyexcerpt#pagesfromthenayas