Punch after punch!
Punch after punch, kick after kick, the fighter lays into the punching bag like it was his worst enemy.
Shins toughened from years of training, the deadening of the nerves where they could probably chop down a tree with. Knuckles raw from constant abuse but always poised to strike with deadly accuracy like a cobra.
This fighter is ready for OMMA to open the doors. The fighter can hear the screaming fans, the announcer, the distinct clapse of cage door being shut. He is so focused he feels as if he is already there.
*THUD* he blast the bag with a devastating knee followed by a right jab and quick left short elbow.
He wipes the sweet off his brow and then paces back and forth. Quickly he begins shadow boxing while pacing.. murmuring to himself. “I am the greatest, I am the best!”
-Be the first to get an exclusive interview here!
Message Droges.