Went to one of these the other night, fairly entertaining actually. If anyone fancies themselves as a bit of a hard man, not a bad place to have a go.
Pretty hyped up crowd, though there wasn't exactly much in the way of silky skills....
bigbrawl.com
Holding them in various cities...
Bigbrawl any takers?
I thought it was like a boxing tent that i went in a few years back at a Motorbike show up in the north of WA. I was fairly pissed when i decided to have a go and lucky not to spew when i got hit in the stomach(lucky they were using the biggest gloves i have seen).
I lasted the 3 1minute rounds and made $100 out of it so it was a good night.
I lasted the 3 1minute rounds and made $100 out of it so it was a good night.
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fornicate that, most of them are in their early 20's, I'd get my arse kicked, I'm 34, out of shape and not getting any younger.Kilburn wrote:So you signing up James? We could have the next Boxrec meet there on the 26th and cheer you on if you like mate.
J your mate would kick fornicate out of them I reckon. You aren't allowed to enter if you've been an amateur or pro fighter, including the military.
It's run by that mad looking black dude who can often be seen screaming from the back of the york hall during the fights.
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yeah the one that was head buttin the window as we got off the train.jamesmcdonnell wrote:Kilburn wrote:So you signing up James? We could have the next Boxrec meet there on the 26th and cheer you on if you like mate.
fornicate that, most of them are in their early 20's, I'd get my arse kicked, I'm 34, out of shape and not getting any younger.
J your mate would kick fornicate out of them I reckon. You aren't allowed to enter if you've been an amateur or pro fighter, including the military.
It's run by that mad looking black dude who can often be seen screaming from the back of the york hall during the fights.
im gald he is my friend but he has seen me slap one of my neighbours so gives me bit of respect. (bloke did call me an effing c 4 times in my garden) wouldnt wanna fight him unless i was tooled up tho. I used to go training with him, it hurt. big time.
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I'm a bit bored at the moment, so would like to give anyone of a similar disposition of a rundown of last night's main card, the inaugural living room boxing championships. This was billed as an official eliminator for the Edinburgh version of bigbrawl, athough it turns out we decided we can't hack this malarcky. I should also point out that the following contains foul language and was not sanctioned by the BBBofC.
Main undercard feature:
Supermiddleweight: 'Ronnie' (0-0) v 'Reggie' (0-0)
Two twins, no love lost, both, quite obviously, of the same weight and height, I'd guess them to be about SM. The fight is scheduled for 3 x 90 second rounds. Ronnie gets the training golves, having driven Reggie into Uni the day before without getting petrol money. Reggie must make do with the lumbering Gold's 14oz gloves. I am referee and timekeeper (egg timer) The crowd at ringside is either flailing about throwing CD cases at the fighters or are drinking or are hurling abuse at the referee, or all three in a multi-tasking combo.
"Round 1"
Ronnie looks the more serious of the two, and immediately starts attempting to land the good 'ol fashioned haymaker. Reggie laughs these feeble attempts off, whilst, at the same time, staying well out of reach. Reggie tries to counter with uppercuts to the groin. Reggie ducks another effort from Ronnie and stumbles onto the sofa, landing on Neil (see below.) Neil, an unstable chap at the best of times, hurls Reggie off his lap, who collides with Ronnie.
Ronnie - Ryan you fornicating pudendum
The incident lights the touch paper, and Ronnie lands a heavy blow to Reggie's temple. Reggie takes the blow admirably but is shocked
Reggie - That could of been my eye you fornicating pudendum.
Ronnie - That's what I'm meant to do you fornicating tit.
Laughter from ringside provokes Reggie into trying to batter Neil. Ronnie seizes his moment and opens up with hard puched to Reggie's arse.
Reggie - What the fornicate are you doing you pudendum
Reggie is on the ropes, being royally battered simultaneously by Neil and Ronnie. Referee stops the fight after 4 minutes of the scheduled 90 second round.
Result is awarded to Reggie, although Ronnie complains that interferance from ringside disrupted his fight plan. A rematch takes place 5 hours later outside a chipshop, with Reggie cementing his superiority.
Main event:
Heavyweight 'JOMO' (0-0) v 'PUCKNEY' (neil) (0-0)
Entering the arena in his girlfirend's dressing gown with attractive Japanese symbol trim, JOMO tips the bathroom scales at 213 pounds. He gives away 10 lb and 3 inches to Puckney, who looks lanky but fit as fornicate. JOMO takes the 14ozers, saying he doesn't give a fornicate, he'll batter the fornicate out of you anyway Neil. Neil gives an unpleasant laugh cum war cry.
"Round 1"
JOMO, aware that his lack of fitness may hamper him in later rounds, makes an effort to win the first round. He bobs and weaves well, and has some success with in and out jabs to the body. Puckney immediately attempt to land the hapymakers, but not as many in number as many pundits thought. Neil laughs continuously at JOMo's attempts to look impressive. Jomo straightens up, and Neil seizes his opportunity to land a blow on Jomo's cheeks.
JOMO: Arghh, you fornicator
Jomo retaliates with a few combos. The landing % is good, but little seems to be troubling Neil.
*End of round 1* Both fighters comply with the bell, which surprises many in the crowd. The fighters glower at each other accross the ring. Neil proposes to Jomo that he is "fornicating him good and proper." Jomo retorts that he is waiting for Neil to fornicate himself up before he takes advantage using his highly superior fitness levels. The bluff does not seem to work. The crowd becomes impatient and the referee insists Jomo finished his cigarette.
"round 2"
More of the same. Jomo is a little slower this time, but moves and jabs well considering he has had a stich from about 20 seconds into the fight. A blow to the back hurts Jomo, and he must bide time whilst making sure his spine is still ok. Jomo switches to plan B, that being, attempting to land haymakers. The fighters now take up the whole ring, and attempt to land the big punches. Neil lands more, but they are absorbed well by Jomo. Jomo lands a big right to Puckney's shoulder, pushing him back to the ropes. A second pushes Neil's Pelvis into the dining table. He folds back, and his head connects with the loose change dish. Neil is hurt bad, and feels the back of his head, but takes the pain admirably enough. The referee enquires if Neil is ok to continue. Neil says something to the effect of he doesn't know (he's still laughing). Jomo, who is totally fucked in more ways than one, says he doesn't mind stopping the fight. The fight is stopped and a TD draw is called. Jomo sports a graze to the cheek, but is soon revived by a can of Millers. He is pleased to notice Neil is quite red in the face and is breathing relatively heavily.
A rematch is tentativly scheduled for Sunday, with an undercard to involve "Gay boy Kenneth" vs "Chuck" (heavyweight) Gay boy will be giving around 4 stone away to Chuck. Also scheduled is Ronnie v Andy Norway.
Main undercard feature:
Supermiddleweight: 'Ronnie' (0-0) v 'Reggie' (0-0)
Two twins, no love lost, both, quite obviously, of the same weight and height, I'd guess them to be about SM. The fight is scheduled for 3 x 90 second rounds. Ronnie gets the training golves, having driven Reggie into Uni the day before without getting petrol money. Reggie must make do with the lumbering Gold's 14oz gloves. I am referee and timekeeper (egg timer) The crowd at ringside is either flailing about throwing CD cases at the fighters or are drinking or are hurling abuse at the referee, or all three in a multi-tasking combo.
"Round 1"
Ronnie looks the more serious of the two, and immediately starts attempting to land the good 'ol fashioned haymaker. Reggie laughs these feeble attempts off, whilst, at the same time, staying well out of reach. Reggie tries to counter with uppercuts to the groin. Reggie ducks another effort from Ronnie and stumbles onto the sofa, landing on Neil (see below.) Neil, an unstable chap at the best of times, hurls Reggie off his lap, who collides with Ronnie.
Ronnie - Ryan you fornicating pudendum
The incident lights the touch paper, and Ronnie lands a heavy blow to Reggie's temple. Reggie takes the blow admirably but is shocked
Reggie - That could of been my eye you fornicating pudendum.
Ronnie - That's what I'm meant to do you fornicating tit.
Laughter from ringside provokes Reggie into trying to batter Neil. Ronnie seizes his moment and opens up with hard puched to Reggie's arse.
Reggie - What the fornicate are you doing you pudendum
Reggie is on the ropes, being royally battered simultaneously by Neil and Ronnie. Referee stops the fight after 4 minutes of the scheduled 90 second round.
Result is awarded to Reggie, although Ronnie complains that interferance from ringside disrupted his fight plan. A rematch takes place 5 hours later outside a chipshop, with Reggie cementing his superiority.
Main event:
Heavyweight 'JOMO' (0-0) v 'PUCKNEY' (neil) (0-0)
Entering the arena in his girlfirend's dressing gown with attractive Japanese symbol trim, JOMO tips the bathroom scales at 213 pounds. He gives away 10 lb and 3 inches to Puckney, who looks lanky but fit as fornicate. JOMO takes the 14ozers, saying he doesn't give a fornicate, he'll batter the fornicate out of you anyway Neil. Neil gives an unpleasant laugh cum war cry.
"Round 1"
JOMO, aware that his lack of fitness may hamper him in later rounds, makes an effort to win the first round. He bobs and weaves well, and has some success with in and out jabs to the body. Puckney immediately attempt to land the hapymakers, but not as many in number as many pundits thought. Neil laughs continuously at JOMo's attempts to look impressive. Jomo straightens up, and Neil seizes his opportunity to land a blow on Jomo's cheeks.
JOMO: Arghh, you fornicator
Jomo retaliates with a few combos. The landing % is good, but little seems to be troubling Neil.
*End of round 1* Both fighters comply with the bell, which surprises many in the crowd. The fighters glower at each other accross the ring. Neil proposes to Jomo that he is "fornicating him good and proper." Jomo retorts that he is waiting for Neil to fornicate himself up before he takes advantage using his highly superior fitness levels. The bluff does not seem to work. The crowd becomes impatient and the referee insists Jomo finished his cigarette.
"round 2"
More of the same. Jomo is a little slower this time, but moves and jabs well considering he has had a stich from about 20 seconds into the fight. A blow to the back hurts Jomo, and he must bide time whilst making sure his spine is still ok. Jomo switches to plan B, that being, attempting to land haymakers. The fighters now take up the whole ring, and attempt to land the big punches. Neil lands more, but they are absorbed well by Jomo. Jomo lands a big right to Puckney's shoulder, pushing him back to the ropes. A second pushes Neil's Pelvis into the dining table. He folds back, and his head connects with the loose change dish. Neil is hurt bad, and feels the back of his head, but takes the pain admirably enough. The referee enquires if Neil is ok to continue. Neil says something to the effect of he doesn't know (he's still laughing). Jomo, who is totally fucked in more ways than one, says he doesn't mind stopping the fight. The fight is stopped and a TD draw is called. Jomo sports a graze to the cheek, but is soon revived by a can of Millers. He is pleased to notice Neil is quite red in the face and is breathing relatively heavily.
A rematch is tentativly scheduled for Sunday, with an undercard to involve "Gay boy Kenneth" vs "Chuck" (heavyweight) Gay boy will be giving around 4 stone away to Chuck. Also scheduled is Ronnie v Andy Norway.
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i respect anyone who gets in the ring, professional, am or unlicensed, if youve boxed then you would know what its like, no one is 'puss boy' as you put it who enters the ring.Rubio MHS wrote:the people who enter these are puss boys who would die if they ever faced anyone with any skills
personally, i dont knock the unlicensed game, some guys dont want to be professional athletes with all the nutrition, early morning runs, training twice a day.
I look at it like footaball, you have your premiership and leagues for the real talented professionals and then you have your sunday league for the guys who want to play but dont want to be professional.
whats wrong with that!