Snippet #13076

Brandon walked over as she started to hold her bruised knuckle in her hand.
"Yeah, it was probably not such a good idea to let you do that on the weight bag, especially since your skin is still soft."
He led her over to the bench, sitting down with her.
"My advice is to just practice that punch in the air until you get it down. Then, hopefully, you'll be all right when some drunkard tries to handle you next time."
Patting her on the shoulder, he got up and went over to the weight bag.

From there, he began to practice a variety of moves. He started with a variety of punches and other techniques performed with the hand. After that, he practiced elbow strikes, knee strikes, and all manner of kicks. He decided that he would save his signature technique for the actual fight. Walking into the bar, he grabbed his Pepsi and came back. From there, he began to violently shake the Pepsi bottle.

When he had shaken it up enough, he walked over to the sink, then opened the bottle. Soda sprayed everywhere, leaving some liquid left. While cleaning up the area with the towel, he chugged the liquid. Soda is a great energy booster, but the carbonation hampers the intake. By shaking it, he removed the carbonation, keeping only the liquid that would give him more energy. Tossing the bottle into the trash, he removed his shirt, showing off his impressive build.

His eyes hardened, and he dashed at the weight bag. Jumping, he twisted in mid-air and hit the bag with a flying kick. The rope holding up the bag snapped, and the bag hit the wall, where it settled there. He landed and turned, facing the door.
"Well, what do you say? Let's go meet my competition."