Punching Bag | a.i.

Bitch

1: Bitch

Cali

Fighting's pretty simple. Just control your breathing, keep calm, stay in a proper stance, and anticipate yours and your opponents next move. Usually by their eyes, the eyes give away everything,

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Shoulders back.

Fix feet.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Protect face.

Block.

Breathe in.

Right punch.

Breathe out.

Shoulder back.

Fix feet.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Step back.

Kick.

Knee.

Pin.

Tap.

Stand.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in-

"Cali! Breathe!"

"I am, asshole," I incoherently muttered through the mouthguard and panting breaths.

"Everybody in the greenroom!"

I helped Hayley off the mat and we stepped out of the octagon, walked across the gym and sat in the greenroom.

"Alright, we all know that the fight's this weekend." Jack smirked at all of the fighters sitting in front of him. "You guys know what that means, right Cali?"

I huffed and slumped in my seat, "Nobody in before ten, nobody out before five," I grumbled.

"Good job, little sis," he laughed and ruffled my hair. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it until I heard a satisfying groan of pain slip from his lips.

"Don't," I seethed through my teeth. I let go of his wrist and he rolled it around.

"Three rounds in the octagon with Cal," he spat.

Hayley grabbed my hand right before I stepped through the gate. "Please don't hurt him," she pleaded.

I just winked at her as I adjusted the straps connected to the padding over my knuckles that wrapped around my wrists.

"No promises, babe," I stuffed my mouthguard in and shut the door to cage.

Here, in our small, but successful gym, we don't discriminate due to gender; you're simply put up against people that are of your same skill level.

It's not the first time I've fought Calum Hood, nor will it be the last.

I shifted on the balls of my feet, rotating my neck around and shaking my hands out. Normal pre-fight rituals.

"Whenever you guys are ready," Jack called.

And we fought.

Long story short, he bruised my hip and shin, and I broke his nose.

Whoops.

"Cali, you gotta take it easy," Jack said to me as I took the gloves off my hands and stuffed them in my bag.

"That was easy," I muttered and searched in my bag for my headband. I was about to grab it when he roughly took my wrist in his hand and inspected the bruises and cuts along my knuckles.

"You're done for the day," he said once I had ripped my hand from his grasp.

"Over my dead body."

"Office, now," he spat and dragged me to his office. He slammed the door shut and pushed me onto one of the hard wooden seats in front of the desk.

Why he even had a desk was beyond me. He doesn't even come in here half the time.

"You're cutting back this week. Only technique training," he said sternly.

"No. No way, the fight's this weekend," I scoffed.

"And you're going up against Bryana. Cali, you could beat her in your sleep."

"I don't care about Bryana. If I'm not getting better, I'm getting worse."

"You literally left her in pieces last time you fought," he deadpanned. "You could risk to get a little worse."

I smirked, "I'll take it easy this week... if you let me go to the fight downtown with Cal and Hayley tonight."

He just laughed at me, "No way. Ha, no. You know the type of guys that fight down there. You're not going."

"Fine. I guess I'll just just get back to training," I said as I stood and took a step for the door.

"You'll really take it easy? You swear?" he asked right before I put my hand on the doorknob.

"Swear."

"Okay, but you've gotta stay near Calum at all times."

"Thanks, Jacky!" I said before walking out the door

"Don't call me that. And ice your knuckles before you leave. And put some more clothes on," he yelled.

Hayley took a break from punching the bag in front of her to look at me, "You leaving?" she panted.

I nodded, "Gotta ice before though."

"I'll come with you."

"'Kay," I walked over and grabbed my bag then headed to the training room to get some ice.

Hayley walked in as I was filling the second bag, and when she saw my knuckles she said, "Damn! You cut your knuckles that bad, with gloves on?!"

"Seems so," I said, "wrap 'em up for me?"

She took my hands in hers and wrapped the Saran Wrap around it with the ice positioned over my knuckles.

"how's calum?" I asked.

"you've done worse. it's nothing thought. just a slight fracture so he'll be fine," hayley always overdramatizes calum's injuries so for her to say that then hes absolutely fine. damn i thought I at least did a little damage. "You coming to to the fight tonight?" Haley asked.

"Yep."

"You gonna analyze in your journal again?"

"Yep."

"Are we gonna get wasted afterwards?"

"Damn straight."

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(a/n

this is short and I hate it but eh)