Post by malakye on Jun 1, 2007 15:33:30 GMT 1
A loud thud would be heard as My right hand curled into a fist struck the bag. The fist was in-cased in a glove. A boxing glove in fact. My arm pulled back, My hand being pulled back to a level with my jaw keeping my guard up. My left Shoulder moved forwards my left arm following it, The arm snapping outwards as My left foot slid along the mat, adding speed and power to my already impressive shot. The left hand hit the bag making thud just like the last one and sending the bag into a swing. My left arm was pulled back faster than my Right as i sent the right in. The arm extended outwards, as i turned on the balled of my feet, My right coming in front of the left as i slid forwards, My shoulder turning upwards as the hand was sent forth in an upper cut into the oncoming bag, sending it back on its swinging motion. My motions reversed after that. My leg and arm coming backwards in complete unison. Showing i trained regularly as My left hand came over the top. My shoulder rolling with it as i sent a over hand cross at the bag. Striking downwards at the bag. From there my left had could slide along the bag as i shifted my weight to the right. My hips and waist turning also, As i sent a right Kick to the back at waist level. My left leg standing straight, before it bent to accommodate my right leg returning to the ground after my kick, As the bag swung away from me to my left, my right leg would shoot back wards as i change direction, My left knee coming forwards as i tilted myself to the right, My waist turning to the right as the knee came into contact with the bag as it began to swing back to the right. Sending it with even more force off to the right than it once had. This Training would continue for hours. This was where i chilled out. Unleashing punches and kicks, living in the moment of releasing my emotion; Through my fists and feet.
I continued to train. My fists smacking n the bag over and over again. I bobbed my head also Keeping all my movement in unison. Nothing would be out of place. My body would be one with my mind. Both focused on the bag, focused on hitting the bag, each hit being a clean one, all not losing speed or power.
I was not the only on in the gym though. There where two others. Both male. Younger than eye. Both where around 5'8 5'10 and each where somewhere around 160 to 180 pounds. Both where laying into punch bags also. Eying each other up, it seemed that had a rivalry. The both started to comment each other. Trying gain a upper hand on each other and put the other off his training. Both where succeeding. I stopped my training to watch from my view point. Both of them where just amateurs, each throwing wild combos, trying to look flashy nothing more. One, He had dark hair, threw a wild right hook and solidly connected with the bag, grinning as he did so. The other a blond tried to imitate him and failed badly only glancing the swinging bag. The comments that followed where ones full of abuse which in turn where replied with comments of abuse.
I chuckled to myself. this would turn into a scrap it was obvious, i could see that from a mile off. Indeed it did turn into a scrap. the blond one charging into the Black haired boy, them both crashing into the mat. The black haired boy threw the other off and jumped on him. Each of them really just trying land on other another to wind him.
A typical girl playground scrap. Pitiful really.
I jogged over already embarrassed by this dismal display of skill, and jumped in the middle.
"Woh, now lads. No need to start a playground scrap now is there. Just leave it boys, before it all goes Pete tong yea?"
The both looked at me, then each other. Another round of insults where thrown each jumping at each other once more. But i was in the way. Spreading my feet and lowering my center of gravity, I was able to shoulder one before he reached me, and forcefully Crash my forearm into the next ones chest.
"Boys! for Christ sake, Stop prating around before you both end up with jontys OK"
This stopped them for a minute. Looking at me a with confused expressions on their faces. Cockney slang stopping a possible hospital visit once again. Got to love it. They did however listen. After another string of insults, the black haired boy left while blond gathered his Bag and bottle before walking off in the same direction.
I jogged back to my punching bag. My fists starting to collide with the bag once again. Each hit making contact like a punch is supposed to.
"I should of been knighted by her Majesty for that one"
I continued to train. My fists smacking n the bag over and over again. I bobbed my head also Keeping all my movement in unison. Nothing would be out of place. My body would be one with my mind. Both focused on the bag, focused on hitting the bag, each hit being a clean one, all not losing speed or power.
I was not the only on in the gym though. There where two others. Both male. Younger than eye. Both where around 5'8 5'10 and each where somewhere around 160 to 180 pounds. Both where laying into punch bags also. Eying each other up, it seemed that had a rivalry. The both started to comment each other. Trying gain a upper hand on each other and put the other off his training. Both where succeeding. I stopped my training to watch from my view point. Both of them where just amateurs, each throwing wild combos, trying to look flashy nothing more. One, He had dark hair, threw a wild right hook and solidly connected with the bag, grinning as he did so. The other a blond tried to imitate him and failed badly only glancing the swinging bag. The comments that followed where ones full of abuse which in turn where replied with comments of abuse.
I chuckled to myself. this would turn into a scrap it was obvious, i could see that from a mile off. Indeed it did turn into a scrap. the blond one charging into the Black haired boy, them both crashing into the mat. The black haired boy threw the other off and jumped on him. Each of them really just trying land on other another to wind him.
A typical girl playground scrap. Pitiful really.
I jogged over already embarrassed by this dismal display of skill, and jumped in the middle.
"Woh, now lads. No need to start a playground scrap now is there. Just leave it boys, before it all goes Pete tong yea?"
The both looked at me, then each other. Another round of insults where thrown each jumping at each other once more. But i was in the way. Spreading my feet and lowering my center of gravity, I was able to shoulder one before he reached me, and forcefully Crash my forearm into the next ones chest.
"Boys! for Christ sake, Stop prating around before you both end up with jontys OK"
This stopped them for a minute. Looking at me a with confused expressions on their faces. Cockney slang stopping a possible hospital visit once again. Got to love it. They did however listen. After another string of insults, the black haired boy left while blond gathered his Bag and bottle before walking off in the same direction.
I jogged back to my punching bag. My fists starting to collide with the bag once again. Each hit making contact like a punch is supposed to.
"I should of been knighted by her Majesty for that one"