Ring-City of Carswood
One of four Ring-Cities that make up the landmass, Canvas of West Koast. Juxtaposed to everyday elements you may know in the R.O.W. (Regular Ol’ World), Carswood experiences a more deranged weather system. The city itself is divided into different sections dedicated to specific needs of the pugilism ecosystem. And punch-stakingly last but no grinna, are the pugil-errants that roadwork through the Canvas.
Several times throughout the year, Carswood experiences fluctuations in its weather which create punch-staking hazards that need to be slipped entirely. This is known as Deranged Phenomena. When Deranged Phenomena happens, the elements take form into that of boxing combinations. Precipitation Sweat is warm to the touch and can pelt a B-Bap to a downed state like a hundred dundercuts to the mug. Hailstorm hooks that B.I.P. you quicker than any Breaker would. Snow that will straight kross you into Oblivion if you’re not careful. On the Canvas, elements are just pugilist-personified that will lights you out if not prepared properly.
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The Ring-City of Carswood is a pugilist suburban dream with commercial and business-oriented venues tailored to specific needs.
In the commercial district, you have Pugilist Pavillion where many B-Baps roadwork to talk the ounces, buy new steelo, and B.E.F. with their K-boards. There’s also Blox-Busta, a video store that tracks footage of all licensed pugilists in the Ring-Cities for education, entertainment, and historical record. The novelty bestus toy store, Baks-B-Stuz, that sells anything from oversized G.L.U.V. to anti-gravity reflex balls. Ring Depot, a megastore that satiates your need for materials.
The Industrial District. The Lace Industrial Plant (L.I.P.) is a refinery where the element known as Lace is mined and manufactured. Lace Heads have been known to squat this place like their own personal home gym and even occasionally steal shipments.
Roadwork Alley, a long stretch of road and the main street that leads to the sports complex Project B.E.F. As the namesake suggests, many B-Baps use this spot for roadwork training. Along the alley are names of revered Units, New Gacks, and B-Baps that once roadworked those very streets.
The Ring-Cities are canvas homes to many Tribes that form to increase their chances of being picked for The Project. These are some of the individual styles that you can spot-punch:
First are the pugil-errants, the roaming vagabond pugilists that seem to have no apparent B.E.F. with any O.P.P. You might spot-punch one roadwalking or meandering about in any Ring-City. The most popular among the pugil-errant’s is Pugil-Man from Fif Street. Often he greets others with a “Hey there, pugilist. Got any G.L.U.V. for Pugil-Man to burrow?” Which is punch-stakingly always followed up with the verbal jab: “How are you gonna B.E.F. somebody with no G.L.U.V. Pugil-Man? What kind of sense does that make?!”
The most common to be found are Backpack Boxas or B-Baps. You can spot-punch them while roadworking, training, or doing odd jobs. They’re almost always carrying all their equipment on their backs, punch-stakingly like squires for higher-rank pugilists.
The hardcore instigators itching for a B.E.F. are the Fist Fiends. You can usually spot-punch them lurking around at night, avoiding detection from pugil authorities, or punch-stakingly involved in some illegal underground B.E.F. activities. They are habitual canvas steppers and one should always have their guard up around them.
And kross but not least, you got your Lace Heads. It is said that Lace Heads replace parts of their skin with lacellar material. They even go as far as to replace their actual face with that of headgear. They also use laces as a conduit to inject physical enhancing substances into their veins like an IV bag. Usually, they encamp around the corners of the Lace Industrial Plant, no doubt siphoning from the main source itself.
Ring-City of Komptwood
Neighboring Ring-City to Carswood. Also referred to as “The Iron Canvas.” An urbanized metropolitan area with a lot of underground beats to it. The punch-staking slogan of the ring-city is often verbal krossed: Komptwood, ain’t no pugilist hook as we could!
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A concrete canvas with vast skyscraper structures ingrained into the very ground itself, symbolic of posts in a boxing ring. Starting from the foundations are underground Beat Klubs. Beat Klubs are small-scale fight establishments built into underground basements. They are reminiscent of what you may know in the R.O.W. as jazz clubs. Compared to the distinguished sports complex, Beat Klubs emphasize rhythm, vibes, and stimulating beats (artistically and physically speaking) for extravagant punch-staking shows. Pugil performance artists rabidly use it as a personal gym to hone their craft. In layman’s terms, it’s an artist scene man, can ya jab it?
Gymject Housing Units make up the majority of buildings in the ring-city. Boxing rings built on top of one another into skyscraper-like structures. Basically, a gym on each level, accompanied by rooms for everyday necessities. The most famous of the Gymjects is Housing Unit 36. It’s even been given its own stage name, The 36 Gyms of Deth. Any pugilist who enters must B.E.F. a Grandmasta on every floor. Word on the roadwork is Gymjects have an ulterior motive, but don’t quote me pugilist, because I ain’t said Gack!
Other miscellaneous pugil spots include streets, tunnels, and a boxing casino. Gluv Ryda Avenue is where pugilists cruise down the street, but instead of showing off lowriders, you flaunt tricked-out G.L.U.V. designs. Roadwork Tunnel, an elongated underpass where many pugilists gather for roadwork, also a prime location for B.E.F. The Box Kasino lies somewhere along the borders of both Carswood and Komptwood. It’s one of the only fight establishments to openly allow B.E.F. that would be spot-punched as illegal elsewhere. Currently owned by [REDACTED].
As the Ring-City of Carswood has a saturation of Battlers, the Ring-City of Komptwood houses a pack of bloodthirsty Breakers. The Redd Marrows are a group of Fist Fiends that B.E.F. until their bestus is red. Whether they paint it so or because it’s encrusted with the blood of former O.P.P. is unknown. Their philosophy: They don’t believe in Show’s Over, they believe in permanent Lights Out! Tactics often involve rushing in and delivering crushing blows with hazy hooks and uppercuts that’ll make you stay plastered.
The Fist-Fang Clan, another punch-staking Tribe worthy of being considered H.O.B. material roadwork in these parts. Their boxing style is a culmination of martial arts that span from West Koast to the Regular Ol’ World. As part of their philosophy, they strongly believe in mastering the art of pugilism as a form of self-expression. This is not just a Tribe, it’s a brotherhood.
Ring-City of Bon-G. Beach
Tasty waves and gnarly grinnas all spot-punched into one Ring-City. Bon-G. Beach is a sandstone paradise that lies on the coast of the landmass, West Koast. Juxtaposed to the others, it is in terms the most lenient on rules and regulations regarding Boxing Entertainment Fights.
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Pugiliz Pier, a punch-staking attraction of outlet stores, roadwork merry-go-rounds, and sandstone rings where pugilists B.E.F. Many pugil units roadwork here for R&R as well as training camps. Spot-Punch Lighthouse stands at the edge of the beach, signaling ships for trade and transport across Montyleaux Island.
The Queen Marquis Marie, a forming sailing ship decommissioned into a training gym that silhouettes as a hotel. The ship itself is named after Marie Mercy, a royal noble associated with the Original Grandmasta.
The Kross Krocs dominate the sandstone rings of Bon-G. Beach. Their steelo consists of augmenting themselves in the same likeness of crocodiles, whether it be through scars carved on their slabs or filed crocodile teeth grafted to their grinnas. They are natural apex pugilists.
Krescent Moon Gang, once a highly reputable Tribe now verbally dundercutted into the very dumps that a worn out bestus would be thrown away in. Word on the roadwork is they slip shady dealings on the side in the form of fraud, stamp extortion, and even sanctioned pugil hits. Their main B-steez consist of uppercuts and dudnercuts.
ONE G.L.U.V.
A popular Project among pugil locals that involves one bestus on your rear hand. The other hand can be used to grapple or guard. It is tradition to wrap your bestus in knotted cord or cloth. In the Regular Ol’ World, you may know it as Dambe.
Ring-City of Krestwood
A geographical melting pot of suburban landscape, metropolitan areas, mountain ranges, and a swamp bayou. Some spot-punch because of the juxtaposed environments, the ring-city itself is akin to a halfstepper.
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The Forests of Krestwood wrap around the city like ropes to a canvas. The Whupping Willows are unlike any trees ever spot-punched as they animate into pugilists personified, acting as nature’s sparring partners. Supposedly, deep inside the Forests lies a secret ring, but many B-Baps have gone missing to find it. Entrenched in the forests are swamp-like bayous with weighted waters. Some pugilists have been known to use the mysterious bog for training regimes and strange tactics.
Not every place is dedicated to entertainment and fisticuffs. Pusha Street is an avenue dedicated to revenue, gamblers, brokers, and financiers whose sole purpose is to earn stamps by betting on Boxing Entertainment Fights. It is also possible to buy shares of stock from renowned G.L.U.V. manufacturers.
The Koliseum is an arena-wide ring built inside a beaten shambling enclosure. It hosts the biggest Boxing Entertainment Fights known throughout the Canvas; however, a Project is only held at the Koliseum every four years.
The Van Beaty Gang, a group of slicked-back bestus wearers sporting leather jean jackets. They often stick up other B-Baps for gear or stamps using short-bladed attachments. Instead of roadwork, they ride around on mauler motorcycles to get in close and lights out any pugilists in their way.
[REDACTED]: Word on the roadwork is that a group of pugilist hitmen exists on this side of Canvas. Of course, anyone who could provide any further information has been Beaten In Piece. If I verbal jab anymore they might… (unfinished entry).