Thread: What was your first amateur boxing fight like?

I havent boxed as an amateur but ive really been boxing for fun over the last 1-2 years...Im going back to the boxing gym this month, 19 years old.
What was your first experience like as an amateur boxer getting into the ring for the first time?

Since I pissed my amateur years away,Ill give you how I felt going in to my first martial arts tourney
I was scared as hell,I dont really remember much of it,I was so amped up. I probably hit the guy 3 times as hard as I meant to,because the adrenaline was going insane.
I wasnt scared he'd hurt me,I was scared that Id embaress my dojo
Id done boxing,and a wee bitof street fighting,but I had the utmost respect for my sensei(who by the way gives me s constantly about running a boxing gym)and I didnt want to be a cause of humiliation.
Judging by the second place trophy I donated to the Dojo though,I think I did allright that day

Scary. Eye opening. Huge adrenaline rush.

My first one was at Mottingham Kent, calm as you like. The second I was Shitting myself Manor Place Baths 1, 400 there shit won in the second. My third got stopped in two on TV Grandstand, Oh Fuck . Then went on a run of about 16 wins then got beat in the London Finals by Billy Wells old cunt . After I lost on a Majority, my Coach said to me that one of the Judges was Punch Drunk. I asked which one his reply the one who voted for you .

I remember me first sparring session as a kid(about 11or12)and i was nervous and excited to actually put all my practise on show for my trainers and other boxers throughout the Gym.I forgot it was a sparring session in the third round and actually started really fighing my sparring panther.I hit him soo hard and unexpectedly that i knocked him against the ropes and rocked his head back soo sharply that he started choking on his own gumsheild.Eventually me trainer jump in to rescue him and i got a good telling off from my coach but he was also impressed by my power too.Me and me sparring panther made up afterwards though.I never got to spar with him again after that!

I remember being so scared I kept going to the toilet for a nervious piss in the hours before I boxed.

Felt glad when it was over even though I lost.

i walk into the gym, ancient at 36 and train for two months...i end up fighting a guy with 20 plus years that owns the gym...i almost beat him...the dam ref watched me shell up, bob and weave and got between us..he won tko...in semi fairness the ref gave me two standing 8 counts when i wasn't hurt but missed the only punch where i was rocked..later many that saw the fight claimed i was robbed...i doubt it, but then if it was real boxing, and i had two more rounds...even the other guys trainer said you would have won... anyway who cares. i did what soo many never will do i got between the ropes and i said i am here and i threw down... we are stil good friends...so i guess all went quite well.

My first fight, I took a beating every round but was too stupid to take a knee. My little brother was one of my corner men and he was begging me to go down. I somehow hung on, and landed a double jab, straight right combo and won by KO. I still haven't had my nose straightened from that fight. Ha ha ha.

My memories of my first fight....

Fear, lots of it.
Nerves, lots of them.
Blood, lots of it.
Tears, a lot of them.

After that fight I often wonder what drove me to keep it up.

^^^ you cried?...did you win?

Let me explain how adrenaline can be a scary thing. I had a fight, and unlike whatshiswarriorface who was in and here and now has disappeared ...I really was 12.

I was fighting at the Island Resort Casino in Escanaba Michigan, on Veterans Day. I think it runs yearly and is called The Veterans Day Invitational. It is quite a big deal for americans. Old vets in there, current armed forces, american flags waving everywhere, band playing...tons of people...whole 9 yards. I am there with a small group of fighters from Canada, a few of our fans and relatives, the rest of the clubs are from the states.

Before I leave all my friends are like "Go kick some american ass!" So that is in the back of my head. Anyway, they treated us well, I get in there as it's my turn to fight, and smoke this kid...just...smoked em. His town, his ref, his judges...win a UD, barely got hit. Well...

In kicks the adrenaline, and I start to shout..."Yea! Go Canada! Eat That! Wooooo!" And all sorts of other things as the crowd is now completely silent and starting to not like me...a lot. In fact, the crowd is starting to look funny at the people who brought my dumb ass. I know I am not an asshole, but good ole' adrenaline kicked in with the rush from that win...and I turned into some kinda anti-patriotic USA hating super asshole. I honestly had no idea what I was doing...

My family, our club ended up explaining that I was only the age I was to the angering crowd (the guy I fought was 14 or 15) and still say to this day we are lucky we got out of there and back to the Canadian border with our lives. The end.

Originally Posted by bertolacylee

^^^ you cried?...did you win?

I cried like a little girl.

I was stopped in the second, having gone ahead 6-3.

I was 12.

I had fought as a kickboxer first and thought this boxing stuff would be easy - I was wrong!

Gave away 10 kgs and half of my brain cells (no considering the lack I already had for taking the bout)!

I remember being told before the bout that you could hit her with a baseball bat and sh wouldn't flinch but I assumed it was crap designed to scare me.

The most I managed was to make her blink ONCE and she just kept coming forward like a chunky little steam train while I ran around all over the place jabbing.

Mum was watching - her boyfriend of the time didn't help keep her calm or prepare her for it very well. He told her before hand that the tradition is to wear black because of blood splatter!

Of course my mum was in hysterics bawling her eyes out after that!

I was stopped in the second round by the ref by technical KO.

I had a really old ref who didn't move well. I was caught on the ropes with my opponent on my right side and him on my left - in hindsight I should have just pushed him over but he was also head of boxing SA at the time so I probably would have had a hard time of things if I'd broken his hip.

My bro came back to talk to me after the bout and had me laughing at how much he could see I wanted to hit the ref more than my opponent.

Seeing me laugh made mum feel a bit better - to see me laugh after being bashed made her feel I could handle it although it took a long time for her to feel ok about watching me again!

Since then I've developed a new appreciation for how much difference weight can make. Having said that i've also done exhibitions against the same girl (who won a national title in her weight division) and survived much more easily!

Another scary thing to think about is that she had to retire - the word was a shoulder problem but I've heard since it was actually some kind of brian damage so I guess her charge forward and ignore all style is not really healthy long term!

Originally Posted by Sharla

I had fought as a kickboxer first and thought this boxing stuff would be easy - I was wrong!

Gave away 10 kgs and half of my brain cells (no considering the lack I already had for taking the bout)!

I remember being told before the bout that you could hit her with a baseball bat and sh wouldn't flinch but I assumed it was crap designed to scare me.

The most I managed was to make her blink ONCE and she just kept coming forward like a chunky little steam train while I ran around all over the place jabbing.

Mum was watching - her boyfriend of the time didn't help keep her calm or prepare her for it very well. He told her before hand that the tradition is to wear black because of blood splatter!

Of course my mum was in hysterics bawling her eyes out after that!

I was stopped in the second round by the ref by technical KO.

I had a really old ref who didn't move well. I was caught on the ropes with my opponent on my right side and him on my left - in hindsight I should have just pushed him over but he was also head of boxing SA at the time so I probably would have had a hard time of things if I'd broken his hip.

My bro came back to talk to me after the bout and had me laughing at how much he could see I wanted to hit the ref more than my opponent.

Seeing me laugh made mum feel a bit better - to see me laugh after being bashed made her feel I could handle it although it took a long time for her to feel ok about watching me again!

Since then I've developed a new appreciation for how much difference weight can make. Having said that i've also done exhibitions against the same girl (who won a national title in her weight division) and survived much more easily!

Another scary thing to think about is that she had to retire - the word was a shoulder problem but I've heard since it was actually some kind of brian damage so I guess her charge forward and ignore all style is not really healthy long term!

Thats ironic, same first fight result and expierience!


I was stopped on a bloody nose. It has never really recovered since then!
I was something like 6-5 up!

I'm not sure what the score would have been but I know I got hit more than a few times because i had two black eyes and a blood nose. I don't think I want to know the score!

I was not nervous going into that bout - over confident - but I learnt to be for a little while after that!

I was an adult so I didn't cry in front of anyone but sure had a new perspective on my own abilities after that!