Red Fighters

Just a few quick sketches with red wash 4 x 5″. I am a fight fan, it must be a vicarious fantasy. The last fight I was in was 6th grade and he was a head taller than me. I closed my eyes and through a right hook with all my might aiming for the jawbone knockout. It landed right on his Adam’s Apple and my fist bounced off in a terrible rubbery way. The kid dropped to his knees and made a gagging gasping sound. I thought he would never talk again and I was ashamed and scared, but still proud enough to smugly walk away the victor.